Waking up to the early morning alarm I had asked my roommate to set for me, I tried to finish packing as silently as possible. My gear together, I undid my bed linens and slipped out the door to check out.

The ride back through the Chunnel, across France, and into Brussels was uneventful. Despite having hours to kill before the next train to Frankfurt, I was only interested in lunch. After the curtain closed the night before, I had declared my trip over. I no longer had interest in sightseeing, only making my way back home.

After some time passed, my train arrived and I was on my way deeper into the continent.

The train pulled into the station, conveniently attached to the airport. Due to my mishap in leaving the US, however, I still had nearly a day remaining until my flight. With so much time, and little desire to explore the city, I wandered the airport a little before finding an isolated gate in the Lufthansa terminal.

Clear plastic sheets hung over the glass windows, making the gate look as though it was under construction. Assuming no one would disturb me, I laid down across a row of seats to nap.

I woke later in the afternoon, and with several more hours to go, I decided to kill some time by taking a train into Köln. I walked around for a few minutes before stopping at a Pizza Hut for dinner, then headed back to Frankfurt and my makeshift bed for the night.