Frankfurt to Cologne: 320€ & 3km

We made it. To our beautiful AirBnb in Cologne.

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I’m sitting atop the private rooftop balcony writing this with blue skies, puffy white clouds and sun that doesn’t make me run inside. But it’s a miracle we’re here.

  • We arrived at the Kuwait airport 2.5 hours before our flight, said our (temporary) goodbyes to Saud and sailed through security.
  • We hung out in the airport lounge (only booze would make it better).
  • We slept almost the entire flight on a new plane with gorgeous personal entertainment screens BUT we had to walk through first and business classes to see the luxury we were missing. That cuts deep.
  • We said our see-you-laters to many more friends.
  • Our luggage was waiting for us on the belt BUT one of our wheels was missing.
  • We weren’t able to find a place to buy a SIM card nor an ATM with euros.
  • We arrived at our train platform for Cologne early BUT we missed the train because our car was at the other end of the platform and the conductor waved us on (as we were sprinting…yes my toe is fractured) instead of waving us onto the train.
  • We were able to secure seats on the next train (an hour later) BUT had to pay more than the original price of our 1st class tickets for 2nd class tickets.
  • We made it to Cologne BUT arrived at the train station that was across the river from our AirBnB instead of across the street.
  • Maps did us wrong and we ended up walking 3km (with luggage in toe) to this beautiful apartment.
  • I realized I forgot both my running shoes (I was deciding which pair to bring home and ended up not bringing either).
  • Jeff & Abby had to carry 4 huge suitcases up lots and lots of stairs.

It’s so interesting to think about all the little what-ifs that could make life quite different. We can’t be mad at anyone that we missed the train. It sucked a whole lot. But there is no point in being angry. However – what if I had just let us continue down to the end of platform that our car ended up being at (instead of making us turn around because I was too cold)? What if we Jeff had heard me when I told him to just get on the train when the conductors held up their orange signs? What if I had grabbed a pair of running shoes when I said I was going to or Jeff had seen my shoes and thought to ask when he put the box in the extra room? Sometimes life intrigues me. And I’m not sure how to deal with all the what-ifs and could-have-beens. Except this.

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Enjoying this (Kolsch & pork) feast together in the sun on a street in Cologne in June may have made the entire ordeal worth it. When we’re all sore and exhausted tomorrow…we’ll have to think of this meal and the many more to come. Oh…and the US Men’s National Soccer game against Germany tomorrow. We’ll cheer loud but I think we deserve a win!

Arrived with a headache, left with a fractured toe

Short story: I went to the International Clinic to get my headache checked out. Two hours later I left with a headache and a fractured toe.

Long story: Last Saturday, while doing push-ups during Body Pump at the Corniche,  a sudden & excruciating headache started above my right eye. It continued for the duration of my lifting session. With some water and meds it dissipated throughout the day. Megan (friend, colleague & Body Pump instructor) wasn’t sure what it was but thought maybe I wasn’t breathing correctly during my workout. I took a couple days off lifting, ran and it mostly went away (except when I touched the spot).

Tuesday morning (graduation day – we aren’t allowed in the school) I tried Body Pump again. My headache started almost immediately. I made it through the hour and asked the instructor what she thought. She’d never heard of anything and suggested I get it checked out since I was flying in the next week. While lying by the pool, I decided to head to the International Clinic with Megan (who already had an appointment). I don’t go to the doctor often because it seems like they usually tell me something I already know or can’t find anything. I decided not to risk it this time and go.

The doctor thought maybe it was my sinuses (umm…no). So I went downstairs for a head x-ray and blood work. After my x-ray, I went into the adjoining bathroom to put my hair back into a ponytail. And smashed my pinky toe against the door. I immediately fell to the ground. Then hobbled to the other side of the building to get my blood drawn. By the time I left the small room, I was balling. My toe freakin’ HURT! Luckily Megan was there to console me. She helped me walk back over to x-ray and ask for a foot x-ray. Sure enough – I had fractured my pinky toe WHILE GETTING AN X-RAY OF MY HEAD. WTF. Who does that?! The doctor helped me get to the ortho department (outside & across the parking lot – what a cruel joke) for a consult. They wanted to tape it up and cast it. Thanks but no thanks. He predicted my fracture would take about three weeks to heal. No running, no working out and minimal walking. ARG. I have already registered for a 5k and 10k in the next month 😦

After getting it taped and the supplies to do it myself, I (finally) headed back up to my original doctor to get the results of my x-ray and blood work. Clear (of course). After a 2-hour visit, I left the International Clinic with a headache and a fractured toe. THIS is why I don’t go to doctors. You never realize how much you want to work out until someone tells you that you can’t. Times like these are when I want to ask “Why?” But these are also the times when there really isn’t a good answer for that question.

At least my pedicure looks good!

At least my pedicure looks good!