by Emma Franco – 11 Jul 2004
I looked out at the beautiful view of the garden from my bedroom window. I’m actually in Germany, I thought. After months of planning and many fundraisers we had made it to Germany. In the course of eight hours I had gone from 11p.m on Saturday to 7 pm on Sunday. The plane ride from JFK to Amsterdam flew by and the flight from Amsterdam to Munich was even shorter. By then we were all nervous and we couldn’t stop laughing. When we landed our hosts were all waiting for us. The first mix-up of the trip was when my host, Amelie, was asking which one, Caitlin or I, was vegetarian. Caitlin thought Amelie was asking if she played the guitar and started some air strumming. [Read more…]