My Family Played a Nasty Trick!... (And Aliens)
Absolutely honking ridiculous.
I can't believe that my family decided to shell out a huge amount of money to visit me in London. I can't believe that I had to change my travel days to BEFORE the study abroad program... where I could go practically anywhere I wanted and do anything I liked, without the rules following me. What nastiness. What unfounded blasphemy.
The past cannot be changed, though, so my travel days occurred quite a few weeks ago. How nasty. I could write about what I did during the actual travel days, which includes a lot of sleeping in and two musicals, and not much else. However! I felt it would be better to share what I considered to be my real travel, which happened to happen in Helsinki, Finland. I may exaggerate one or two things for effect, because I probably forgot a bunch of things that happened at the end of last April.
I've never travelled alone internationally, so I didn't know what to expect. However, I could figure out that getting attacked by aliens in Germany was not normal.
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Yeah. My flight from Denver to Munich did not, unfortunately, consist of any sleep for our dear protagonist (myself). I step off of the plane and find that oh dear, an alien invasion. The United States Space Force did not live up to the hype President Trump affixed to it, and yes, quite unfortunate, Germany had been invaded—again, by aliens. They were appalling. The craziest thing is that at first glance, they appeared human... but quirky quirks quickly showed these creatures to be quite different.
They spoke with a guttural tone, and looked condescendingly down at all us earthlings. They were taller, blonder, stronger... and we were weak. They shot alcohol down their elongated esophaguses like tomorrow they'd die. They wore tight clothes on their abnormally fit bodies. I did my best to blend in, but it soon became quite apparent that I had no idea how to communicate with a species so beyond my own. I left for Helsinki as soon as I could.
Helsinki, to my surprise, suffered from no such issue. It was more or less the same I had left it a year prior, with the addition of a mall in the Sörnäinen district. I had good fun visiting with my friends, witnessing an investigator I found be confirmed into the Church, and watching Avengers: Endgame with both Finnish and Swedish subtitles. Lovely few days, and nothing could spoil my good mood... at least, so I had thought.
My connection to London was in Frankfurt?? Frankfurt?? As in, Germany??? I shuddered at the thought of potential abduction within the alien-infested state. Nevertheless, I tightly gripped my bow staff and stepped onto the plane. Luckily, my time in Frankfurt was fleeting, and I was able to leave almost as quickly as I arrived. I sauntered away, having fooled the aliens in Germany from my true identity as an estranged constituent of Donald J. Trump for the second time.
I could tell that something was wrong in Munich. It looked dreadfully dreary.
A bridge in Helsinki that resembles the underside of a large stick bug.
I'd escaped fully intact from the aliens in Germany.
Helsinki has an excitingly odd combination of urbanized development and preserved Nordic nature.
This Finnish tree of wisdom demanded that I never return to Germany in the name of preserving my amazing genetics for continued use by the human race. I both disobeyed said tree and proved its assertions of my own intelligence wrong.
I excitedly wait for the beginning of Avengers: Endgame in a Helsinki theatre.
No spoilers, but my face depicts my post-movie emotions toward Endgame well.
I was reunited with a good friend in my MTC district.
Happily awaiting the beginning of my adventures in London...
...only to find that I was to pass through alien territory again.
At least the German landscape's beauty had been more or less preserved.
I can't believe that my family decided to shell out a huge amount of money to visit me in London. I can't believe that I had to change my travel days to BEFORE the study abroad program... where I could go practically anywhere I wanted and do anything I liked, without the rules following me. What nastiness. What unfounded blasphemy.
The past cannot be changed, though, so my travel days occurred quite a few weeks ago. How nasty. I could write about what I did during the actual travel days, which includes a lot of sleeping in and two musicals, and not much else. However! I felt it would be better to share what I considered to be my real travel, which happened to happen in Helsinki, Finland. I may exaggerate one or two things for effect, because I probably forgot a bunch of things that happened at the end of last April.
I've never travelled alone internationally, so I didn't know what to expect. However, I could figure out that getting attacked by aliens in Germany was not normal.
--
Yeah. My flight from Denver to Munich did not, unfortunately, consist of any sleep for our dear protagonist (myself). I step off of the plane and find that oh dear, an alien invasion. The United States Space Force did not live up to the hype President Trump affixed to it, and yes, quite unfortunate, Germany had been invaded—again, by aliens. They were appalling. The craziest thing is that at first glance, they appeared human... but quirky quirks quickly showed these creatures to be quite different.
They spoke with a guttural tone, and looked condescendingly down at all us earthlings. They were taller, blonder, stronger... and we were weak. They shot alcohol down their elongated esophaguses like tomorrow they'd die. They wore tight clothes on their abnormally fit bodies. I did my best to blend in, but it soon became quite apparent that I had no idea how to communicate with a species so beyond my own. I left for Helsinki as soon as I could.
Helsinki, to my surprise, suffered from no such issue. It was more or less the same I had left it a year prior, with the addition of a mall in the Sörnäinen district. I had good fun visiting with my friends, witnessing an investigator I found be confirmed into the Church, and watching Avengers: Endgame with both Finnish and Swedish subtitles. Lovely few days, and nothing could spoil my good mood... at least, so I had thought.
My connection to London was in Frankfurt?? Frankfurt?? As in, Germany??? I shuddered at the thought of potential abduction within the alien-infested state. Nevertheless, I tightly gripped my bow staff and stepped onto the plane. Luckily, my time in Frankfurt was fleeting, and I was able to leave almost as quickly as I arrived. I sauntered away, having fooled the aliens in Germany from my true identity as an estranged constituent of Donald J. Trump for the second time.
I could tell that something was wrong in Munich. It looked dreadfully dreary.
A bridge in Helsinki that resembles the underside of a large stick bug.
I'd escaped fully intact from the aliens in Germany.
Helsinki has an excitingly odd combination of urbanized development and preserved Nordic nature.
This Finnish tree of wisdom demanded that I never return to Germany in the name of preserving my amazing genetics for continued use by the human race. I both disobeyed said tree and proved its assertions of my own intelligence wrong.
I excitedly wait for the beginning of Avengers: Endgame in a Helsinki theatre.
No spoilers, but my face depicts my post-movie emotions toward Endgame well.
I was reunited with a good friend in my MTC district.
Happily awaiting the beginning of my adventures in London...
...only to find that I was to pass through alien territory again.
At least the German landscape's beauty had been more or less preserved.
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