Finale
Germany, A laughably chaotic and sugar-fueled European escapade Let’s just say this trip had everything: accidental language mishaps, intense grandma side-eye, and an existential crisis brought on by sparkling water. I ventured from Mumbai to Germany, Belgium, and Paris—and brought back stories to last a lifetime (and a suitcase full of chocolate, experiences and regrets). Frankfurt airport welcomed me with confusing signage and the irrational belief that jetlag had gifted me the ability to speak fluent German. Spoiler alert: it hadn’t. I tried my best but almost ended up camping next to gate D2. Someone should’ve handed me a phrasebook and a sandwich immediately but unfortunately none did! Once in Germany, the trains were so punctual they made my alarm clock look unreliable. On-board, I accidentally sat in the wrong seat and got THE look from a grandma that was so piercing I considered apologizing for every bad decision I’ve ever made. I moved, learned to say “Entschuldi...