This being the second time I have spent 12 hours on a layover in the Frankfurt airport, one might have thought I would have figured out where the all good restaurants and sleeping places are. Turns out I'm extraordinarily lazy and spent most of the day in an empty arrival hall where all the restaurants were closed. I stayed there up until my gate number was announced and trekked over to the buzzing section of the airport with veggie paninis and beer. Damnit. All this time was not lost though. I memorized all the programming on the Frankfurt airport news and lifestyle channel - from the flamboyant architect who has transformed a 19th century cement factory into a luxury home to interesting ways to prepare schnitzel to some successful local soccer team with a memorable celebratory dance - and I consumed an entire bag of dried fruit.
The new airport in Amman is very nice, but I feel like it takes away the experience of arriving here. Everything is so clean and organized and you're not overwhelmed by strange smells as soon as you get off the plane.
Looking forward to Tim arriving tomorrow!
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