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HOW-Sun, 03:10:10

At half past 3 am Sunday morning we went off.

packed the last things from the car and hit Stuggi direction.

Have slept on the ride, which has put out a bad idea, because then I was just still so tired. Once

In Stuttgart gabs erstmal stress at the check-in, because many people just do not know the difference between Palma de Mallorca and Las Palmas.

When I think 229kg Case loshatte finally, we went to the goodbye.

unsentimental Ganz, thank God.

howling I should have enough later.

So go alone and gate looking for.

The flight to Malle was chillig, had two little old ladies next to me who appeared very excited about my flight cause.

At 8 I was then in Palma de Mallorca, and from there we went off.

first I did not ever figured out where to start connecting flights actually have one hundred hours looking for my gate and my laptop bag hacks continuously around the shoulder.

When I had served the two hours finally choked down half a baguette disgusting and generally had quite the bag was boarding and we were able to go we went half-empty aircraft in nem Madrid.

where total panic. "WHERE IS MY CASE?"

comes and does not come easy.

have him getting lost-... oh, yes Isser.

then ever searched long and did not find the Metro, so I just put it n taxi. The route from the airport to the central station may ne quarter of an hour ... 27 ÖCKEN!

did I think even left my jacket as I noticed later in the train. Funnily enough.

In Chamartín then a nervous breakdown. A ticket machine is telling me that all trains to Salamanca are fully booked and.

question Shortly before the howling I then gradually tadaa, were still places.

the train that went two minutes later.

Hinge Incited, pure set, a sigh of relief.

two and a half hours drive of Spain's landscape.

have arrived in Salamanca I then looked up again equal to n taxi, the guy the address of the cafe where my keys were deposited WG-held his nose and losgedüst.

brought key back into the taxi, house found.

Witzig.

I just the info, Piso ° 2 'had. Habs then found after ten o'clock I'm hauled up stairs with my suitcase 300kg.

heard from inside mans so full of talk and laugh.

I connected to, go inside.

No one responds in any way. Running down the hall, five women and a guy sitting in the kitchen.

And start talking to me in Dutch.

"Are not you Dutch?"

"Eh, no, GERMAN. German. "

Hahahaha. Now I'm in an apartment with seven Dutch. No idea if the intent was or whether it has missed out by Mester, that I am German.

So much for the trip.

I am a mental wreck:)