Written by: Alex Stallworth
It was finally time to depart. I zipped up my bookbag, hugged my grandmother goodbye, tossed my suitcase into the back of my mother’s SUV, and rode along to the airport for the start of my summer-long adventure. On the nearly 30-minute drive, I found some time to reflect. I was first mildly annoyed and apprehensive about jumping back into school so soon. GTE kicked off just 10 days after the spring semester came to a close and considering that the spring was definitely the most difficult semester of my academic career so far, I was rightfully a bit concerned about getting back into the swing of things so soon.
I then thought back to those 10 days. I had used that time to meet up with as many of my friends as reasonably possible: both from Tech and high school. This was the first time in my life that I wouldn’t be within driving distance from these people who meant so much to me, so I wanted to make every moment count. Sure, spending a little more than a week buzzing around the chaotic battlefields that we in Atlanta call “roads” was hectic, not to mention the damage that these excursions did to my wallet, but even so, I didn’t regret a single second of any of it.
Finally, I allowed myself to really take in the moment, basking in the radiant light of optimism before the upcoming journey. This would be my first time outside of the Americas and considering that I would get to live in Europe for 80 days, I was… excited. That’s the emotion to describe it all. Sure, there was a tinge of fear, apprehension, and worry, but at the heart of it all, I was excited. We arrived at the airport.
From Atlanta to Metz: The Travel Day
After I unloaded my belongings at Hartsfield-Jackson, I glanced at the time. It was around 3 pm EST. 18 hours, and the longest single travel day of my life (so far!) later, I would lug my last suitcase over the threshold at the Pythagore dorm. Let’s talk about how we got there.
Based on how that prior statement is phrased, you might expect some epic tale with all of the dramatic airport cliches, whether it be long security lines, a slightly overweight bag requiring frantic repacking in front of the check-in kiosk, or a mad dash through a terminal to just narrowly avoid missing a flight. As a frequent traveler, I’ve lived through all of these many times, but on that fateful day, I luckily had no such story. My bag was underweight by a good 5 pounds, it only took 10 minutes to get through security, and because I arrived some 3 hours before my flight, I was instead able to take a leisurely stroll through the terminal.
In all seriousness, the art of having simple travel days just comes down to preparation. While any sort of travel has a natural degree of unpredictability to it, there are a lot of measures you can take to give yourself more control, such as arriving at least 3 hours before your flight, investing in quick security clearances such as TSA pre-check and Clear, and weighing your own bags, even with something as rudimentary as stepping on a scale while carrying your suitcase.
Travel advice tangents aside, when I arrived at the gate, I was met with a metaphorical sea of white and gold. This was to be expected, as this was a direct flight from Atlanta to Frankfurt, however, the sheer number of students was kind of baffling to see in real time, as conservatively, at least 60% of this plane was comprised of Tech students. While this was comforting to see, my friends and I had a laugh at how strange it would’ve been to be a normal adult on this flight invaded by college kids. From there, the flight and subsequent shuttle ride were largely uneventful, aside from some pretty cool sightseeing in the West German countryside.
The First Days:
The next 24 hours were a blur, between orientation, my first classes, and lots and lots of sleep. My first day actually exploring Metz was Tuesday. I met up with a couple of friends and caught the MB bus to downtown Metz. The MB is one of the many cogs in Metz’s surprisingly intricate bus system, which makes MARTA look like some cruel joke. Sadly, this will become a trend.
Downtown Metz was the first of many picture-esque European cities that we would get the opportunity to explore during our time at GTE. While all of these cities are quite unique, I’ve come to learn that all of them share one common thread: they are all beautiful in the evening.
After doing some sightseeing near the Moselle river, we headed to Pasta Mery for my first proper sit-down meal in Europe. Pasta Mery is a family-owned Italian restaurant with the vibe of dining at someone’s house rather than at a typical retail establishment. I ordered the Chef’s pasta, which was fairly priced, tasted great, and came in a large enough portion for me to have a great deal of leftovers.
Now, while the food at Pasta Mery was good, what really stood out to us was the hospitality. The owner came to our table and regaled us with a story about all of the Georgia Tech students who have been coming to his restaurant over the years. This got a laugh out of our group, as we were a little surprised that it was so blatantly obvious that we were tourists. This would also become a trend. Finally, after the owner’s story, he then gave us a couple of things on the house, a token of gratitude on our way out. In all, despite only coming to Pasta Mery for a meal, we left with a wonderfully warm welcome to the city of Metz.
