Saturday did not feel real. Flying over the Atlantic Ocean almost feels like time traveling. Our group left at 12 PM on Saturday and arrived at 5 PM on Sunday, which is over 24 hours time with only 18 hours of travel.
A few observations stuck out to me during this generally uneventful day, one being the people in the different airports. In Pittsburgh, most people were flying to Dulles for the same reason as us: to go somewhere else. Since the Pittsburgh Airport is not a hub, it is not very crowded, and there are not many types of people traveling. Stepping into Dulles was a different world. I immediately heard a group of people conversing in Spanish, and noticed a man wearing a University of British Columbia sweatshirt. My excited self could not help but to talk to him. I noticed an accent, which I assumed to be French due to British Columbia being in Canada.
Evidently, there was a major difference between the types of people in Pittsburgh versus the types of people in Dulles. However, this difference is miniaturized when comparing the previous airports to Frankfurt.
When the 8 AM sun hit my eyes after stepping on the tarmac, I stood before a behemoth of an airplane. It seemed as though somebody simply changed both the plane and the airport to a larger scale. On the shuttle to the terminal, I heard conversational German for the first time in person.
When listing the beautiful languages of the world, German unfairly misses the cutoff. Due to the aggressive sounding nature of the language, people do not think it is beautiful, and I could not disagree more. The distinctiveness of the German language is what I find most beautiful. Coming from a house where I hear my mother speak Greek, I am interested to see if Cyprian Greek sounds different.