Guten Tag, Deutschland!

Before the plane really kissed the ground at Frankfurt International Airport, I could glance outside from the window that except the runway, most of the places were dusted with a generous layer of icing sugar. Didn't feel worried at all. In fact, I felt like a seven-year-old little girl going to Disneyland and seeing Micky and Minnie out of TV for the first time. And it also reminded me the short conversation I had with a girl from China when I was waiting for boarding in Hong Kong. She shared with me how difficult and how many documents she needed to provide to get the visa to visit her sister in the UK. And also told me it was her first time taking a flight. It's not hard to tell how excited she was because when we really stood in front of our plane, she said to me, 'awwwww, THIS is a plane!'

When my flight landed it the white theme city, Frankfurt, I kind of understood how the girl felt. Because I also had the excitement and wanted to say, 'awww...THIS is snow!' However, the romantic feeling about snowing soon disappeared. After dragging my chubby lagguage and trying to take S-Bahn to the central train station to my hotel, I understood how much inconvenience it might cause.

The hotel room I stayed at the first night was nice - free minibar, a big sofa, a bathtub and everything was pretty tidy. But there was one reason I really needed to get my room changed - the extremely unstable wireless internet connection. Thanks for the helpful hotel staff. My new room allowed me no need to sit almost at the hallway to use the internet and also provided a better view by facing the central train station. But this came with a price - I lost the big sofa and the bathtub. Damn.

The first culture difference I discovered was German must be a very patient people. Cos when the first time I entered the lift in my hotel, my unconscious action next was to impatiently find the 'close' button to close the lift doors. In Taiwan, it seems an unspoken rule that the lastest person coming into the lift should press the button and close the doors. But, in Frankfurt, there's no 'close' button in the lift! Therefore, I felt slightly embarrassed and inefficient no matter I was standing sliently for six seconds (Yes, I've counted it.) with just myself  or a group of people in the lift waiting for the doors to close. Am I being a too impatient Scorpion?! Or it just explained how tense our life was in Taiwan?!

Besides, I also gave Germany some of my 'virgin experience' - first time I learned it may also look like bigger breadcrumb when snow falling from the sky, first time I understood how salty a real Brezel should be, first time I tried and found that Japanese wasabi has a twin brother called horseradish......

I knew I was going to be fine when most of my family intimidated me how cold it may be in Germany. The thing was I didn't even feel the need to swear to expel the coldness or to spend time checking whether my nose and ears were still staying at the right places. But maybe it's because five days were still too short for the challenge. Ok, Germany, I promise I'll be back again!