Dallas, Texas
After a comfortable flight to Frankfurt, a 400-meter dash through Frankfurt airport in order to not miss the next plane (which turned out to be absolutely unneccessary), and finally ten point some hours going over the pond and them east-coast liberals before landin' in the fine state of Texas.
The ten hour flight was the last flight for Captain Bill and one of the stewardesses, who went into retirement the same day.
I had booked a "compact" car with Hertz. Everything is bigger in the US, and everything in the US is bigger in Texas, so I got a Mercury Grand Marquis[a]. I really tried to like it, but it is big on the "Grand" part, and driving it feels like steering a battleship. I went back and asked for something smaller and got a Toyota Corolla.
Links
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercury_Grand_Marquis |