I made it... to Frankfurt...

I should have made it to Tunisia this morning at one but as you might have guessed that didn't work out. Due to poor weather my flight from Portland got pushed back three hours. This was enough that I completely missed my flight to Frankfurt (something United promised me would not happen). I then had to stand in line for two and a half hours to get my flight rebooked. I was going to have to spend the next 24 hours in the terminal but thankfully I have a huge family, some of which live in Chicago. My fathers cousin picked me up and let me stay at his beautiful home. Then in the morning more family came to see me and show me around the city. And by city I mean we never left the suburbs but we did get to see such landmarks as the house where my Father was born and Wolfies hot dog stand. All in all it a great way I could have spent the the layover. Then I hopped on eight hour flight to Frankfurt. I watched two movies (X-men and Over the hege) and sadly didn't sleep at all. Now of course I feel like passing out but I am only at hour 3 out of 12. You see I arrived here at 10 in the morning and I leave at 10 at night. Right now its not even one yet...longest layover ever. I'd try to get out and see the city but by no means can I miss my flight so I guess I just have to sit here until
A- I pass out.
B-The man on the Standy wheely thing with the embroidered horse shirt takes me away.
C- I die due to the rank fumes of duty free perfume and cigarettes.
D- I win a Porsche by buying duty free.
E- I go broke due to the price of internet.
Or F- I hold out for the next nine hours and make it to Tunisia.
Does anyone know the German word for Starbucks?