The Journey Begins

We left Thursday afternoon, and had a seven hour flight over the Atlantic Ocean. When we finally arrived at the Frankfort airport, the entire group was glad to be back on land. The flight was full of excitement and numerous movies, but we were itching to see new things and experience new cultures. The language barrier was only a small problem considering how we had all taken at least two years of German in high school. When we arrived at our first hotel in Rotenburg, everything seemed surreal. I was really in another country with a different language and a different currency. We didn't have any down time after we got there because we were instantly off to see one of the oldest cities in Germany. Rotenburg was built in mid-evil times, and to get into the mood, we created guilds and took up jobs as mid-evil workers.