One of the best and worst parts about travelling to 10 different cities in 30 days is learning to navigate completely different transportation systems, in several different languages, and then actually arriving without contention to your desired location when you want to be there.
We have been to 8 different cities so far and have done pretty well in getting to where we wanted to go, but today we failed, I feel like we just fell behind in The Amazing Race or something akin to losing a game where the consequences are just the mental anguish that lingers on, replaying for a while what you could and should have done differently, but that doesn't erase the feeling of failing. We left Salzburg and after a few transfers we made it to Frankfurt and found our hotel and then we started to navigate the metro system and it did not follow the above map, and we were so thrown off and in disbelief that the train wouldn't go where it said it should that we looked so confused people started explaining to us in 100% German some things that seemed important- like a construction change in the stop we were trying to get to. Finally some high school kid who spoke perfect English saw our desperation and asked if we needed help? He helped us circumnavigate the construction and get to our transfer which we finally did, but we arrived to the Frankfurt temple 1/2 hour later than the final 5 pm session. But because I asked Michelle if I could plan the last third of our trip it is really "flexible and up in the air" according to me and "unplanned and homeless prone" according to her, so to say the least we are dealing quite well with the setback and now we are even happier with our unplanned plan. Sidenote: the Frankfurt temple is far away from the city and the farther away you get, the more you become the only ones that speak English. I think it is more fun like that.
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