Florence, Italy: All Things Different, Yet Not Really

I’m in Frankfurt, Germany. Things are really different; I knew they would be. It’s fun to see all of the differences. I’m waiting by a bistro bar with a girl from TCU named Amanda to find out what gate our flight to Milan leaves from. I’m hearing 4 different languages from the people sitting around us. It’s great! I’m kicking myself because I really let my German slip last fall after my intense summer of it.

Languages are one noticeable difference, but even more striking is style. It may just be Europeans or the rest of the world in general, but not everyone wears similar clothes. Their individual choices help them look their best. I just saw a knock-out airport employee who would have looked good anyway, but looked especially good because the green hue of her uniform accentuated her blonde hair. I know, hers isn’t really a choice on style (at least I’m pretty sure the airport employees can’t choose custom uniforms), but something in the way she wore it made it stand out.

While I say things are different, we also just noticed a link that shows how connected our world is. Amanda was laying on the chairs trying to take a nap and randomly looked up and said, “wow, those are some tall guys.” I looked up and there was Dirk Nowitzky of the Dallas Mavericks walking about 20 feet away from us (I’m kicking myself for not having my camera assembled before it happened). We just left Dallas and the US, and an hour in we see an NBA player. All things here are different, yet not really!

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