Leaving the Frankfurt airport, I wasn't sure which train to take. There were so many directions to choose from, regional and long distances, so I found the most promising train using my honed ability to follow the crowd, hoping most people were heading to the main downtown station, Frankfurt HBF (yes, this run on sentence will stay, I've been awake for 24 hours).
Once I was aboard the train I realized the odds were I was on the completely wrong train. Luckily, I wasn't.
I arrived in the massive downtown train station, feeling the weight of an all nighter, the confusion of a new culture's train system, and the relief of actually getting to my destination on a guesstimate. Seeing the enormous train platforms and delicatessan-style food stands, I knew the painful first trip leg was over.
I sported big 'fuck yea!' smile afterwards and grabbed the first kaffe and bratwurst I could get my hands on.
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