You'll never guess where I am. Why am I typing? I should be on a plane over the ocean right now. HOWEVER, I had a hard time deciding on which pairs of shoes to bring, decided I could not part with any of them, and ended up rebooking to give myself the time to pack and ship them all ahead of me.
Seriously. My flight was supposed to be departing for Frankfurt at 7:30 in the evening, was bumped to 11:30, and is, as of now, leaving for the good of all other students in my school, at 8AM tomorrow. The air traffic controllers (almost) went on strike in Germany. Where does that leave me? In a hotel. Without my main suitcases. In New Jersey. I've only been here once; needless to say, it was by accident the first time, also.
This still poses one problem: I need to get to Salzburg. Hopefully, upon arriving in Frankfurt, I will be able to adjust my flights so that I will not be stuck overnight in Germany, as well.
What a way to begin. And I didn't even get to finish my library book before I left. On the bright side, I have my violin, they gave me vouchers to buy food tomorrow, and I am STILL GOING TO AUSTRIA!
P.S.If you want to know about the strike: