FAIRYTALEIC FRANKFÜRT IN PICTURES

Before finally arriving on familiar soil again, we had one last stop. Initually, I had planned on spending our 12 hours in Frankfürt the same way I'd so many times before: walk the streets of this narrow airport from one side to another until I found pretzels. But I've been blessed with an intelligent boyfriend who thought to seize the opportunity to see some Germany, and off we went.

It was a beautiful day, sunny, with a clear blue fairytale sky to match the wooden houses straight out of Hans and Gretel. We were not prepared for european weather though - exiting Haupfbanhof station 9 o'clock caused for some shivering in the cold air. But soon enough the warmth of midday struck upon us and we continued strolling with content.

We ended our stoll at Starbucks, as to say goodbye to this fantastic brand that kept us from feeling homesick so many times while on the road. Although, the funny thing is that we don't even have more than one Starbucks in Gothenburg, and it is so riddiculously expensive no one goes there. But a latte is a latte and it tasted hiding from chinese sneak-photos in Beijing, it tasted like enjoying life to the fullest in Malaysia after being sick for 2 weeks - it tasted of all those hours we spent sipping brew and extra extra strong cappucino, me blogging and Jonathan watching Youtube, silently enjoying each others company.

I was quite sad, to be honest.
For the first time in a long time, this trans-lingual, trans-national soul of mine had been in perfect balance with its surroundings. And now, ariving in Frankfürt, walking on European ground again, everything was so, so different from the dusty streets in Thailand or the lively traffic in Hanoi that had become the background to our everyday life.

Frankfürt was so spotless, modern, convenient.
We sat on the tram on the way to central city and listened to the German voice in the speakers, understanding almost everything (Swedish is close enough to German to understand the big picture in a sentence) while reflecting on how weird that was.
Soon, come dawn, we would be home. The thought was incredibly soothing and equally as terrifing.

We could do nothing but wait and let time pass. That same night we arrived at Landvetter Airport in Gothenburg and while being hugged by our familys standing there waiting for us, we let the warm feeling of familiatity and home shower us. We'll be ok.