Sorry.

I apologize for not keeping the promise of continuing my weekly blogging ritual.  Not a real apology actually, just an entry into this next post.

I keep another blog for my personal use as a journal.  A few select friends and brother have access, but this following post was one I thought to be relevant.

Europe.

It’s strange.  7 weeks to the date prior, I was ready and excited to return to my original home in the United States.  7 weeks later I am ready to go back.  It is as if I just needed a little pit stop rest.  Or more to realize that nothing changes and no one gives a hoot you are back, the world continues to turn.  If I were to leave it would be alright, I am not missing anything going on here and I Franklin Fox am the one who lives this life, therefore do what I want to do.  I will be returning if I can have it my way but if not I will have had a good reason not to go. Although I think an international job is in my future.  Middle East, Asia, Northern Europe, it’ll be good.

I want to write about my arrival into Hamburg, 10 months ago.

I got off the plane in the Hamburg airport and made my way to get my baggage.  Daniel and Rieke were outside of a large glass sliding door, keeping passengers and guests apart.  We took the S-Bahn to their apartment in Altona (a suburb in Hamburg).  It was a beautiful sunny Sunday.  And when it’s sunny in Germany, it’s real nice because it is usually cloudy and the green covering the land really comes out.  We had breakfast at their modern looking (to me, not to them) white, minimalist looking apartment on the 4th floor.  We had eggs, yogurt, broetchen, meats, OJ w/ gas, and it being German food, it therefore, was rich, thick and amazing.

At this time, I had been up for a solid 16 some odd hours and it was daytime. I was not going to get on a bad sleep schedule to start out my 9 month long trip abroad, and so I stayed up and we went out to walk and see Hamburg. We walked to a park, the port, and saw lots of happy, hung over Germans from the night before (jk they weren’t happy).  Later in the day, around noon, I had my first taste of the famous Doener Kebab.  It’s a turkish-Berlin invention, we would call them Gyros or wraps, but they are far from anything we have in the U.S.  A package of grease, protein, love, and deliciousness, by far the best fast-food grab in Germany.

After our Kebab we met up with a friend of Daniel and Riekes’, at this time I forgot what his name was but he was very nice and welcoming.  We went over to his house, they smoked some weed and we talked. They smoke a lot in this relationship, Daniel is a chain smoker and Rieke sometimes joins him. Doesn’t bother me anymore but at first it was a bit surprising, from when I met Daniel in 2005 to now, he has changed a bit.

Finally made it through the day and had a long, glorious sleep back at their apartment.  I am spacing now what exactly happened the first day, as it is mixing with the first whole week of my stay.  I stayed with Daniel and Rieke for 7 days before going to Lueneburg to stay with my future family the Keller’s.  My first few months in Germany were full of infatuation, excitement, and a new found love in a city that I will visit again.  Idaho is nice, it will work for now, but I feel that my talents can be put to better use somewhere else.  Finding my tribe, my people, and my Element is the goal.  

-f