When I sat down at B13, another airport person came up to interview me - I must have some sort of sign written all over my facial expression because that's two in a row! First Detroit, now Frankfurt. Here's how the conversation went (it was obviously in German but I've provided the English translation):
Her: Do you speak German or English?
Me: Yes I speak German but I'm not fluent.
Her: Are you flying to Bergin?
Me: No, I'm flying to Vienna.
Her: Thank you for your time. You've been a great help. Have a good day.
I'm not really sure what the point of that little questionnaire was, but it was fun.
By this point the effects of this trip are really taking a toll on my body. I'm physically in pain and mentally drained. I'm wiped. This better be a kick ass trip because the journey getting there is beyond rough.