First things first: she had to get a passport. One thing that always amazes Europeans is that so many Americans don't get passports as soon as they are born. I try to explain that with a country as big as America, they don't really need to go outside of their national borders to have a holiday. Pretty much every thing you can possibly want to do on holiday can be found somewhere in the 50 states. They usually wisecrack a response back like "except history beyond 250 years old". which I have to give them.... I try not to defend a whole country. I am just 1 American. I can't possibly represent a nation of 360 million.
Secondly, she got on the airplane and arrived at the airport in Germany. A day early. OK, a day earlier than I thought she was arriving. It was early morning and I was blow drying my hair (getting ready for work) and my boyfriend, Glen, answered our phone. I heard his side of the conversation which went something like this:
- Hi, Steph!
- Where are you?
- What are you doing there?
- How long have you been there?
- LaDawn, when is you sister arriving?
- To which I reply, Tomorrow morning.
- No, she's at the airport now
- To which I reply, But she doesn't get here until tomorrow.
I could hear my sister crying down the phone, "Come get me! NOW!!" He did.
I took the day off work and spent it apologising to my sister. I'm still apologising.
She didn't speak a word of German. She had to beg for change. Had to ask for help to dial the phone number. The phones were way too different for her to figure out. And the instructions were in German.
She still has not forgiven me. She insists I forgot her. I maintain that I just got the days a bit wrong.