After a long flight from Houston, TX, to Frankfurt, Germany, we finally arrived at the airport. My new home, Wiesbaden (VEEZ-bah-den), was only a short drive away, but we first had to traverse through the airport. The first thing that got us confused were the signs around the entire place; they were all in German (keep in mind that we didn't study any German in advance), but eventually, we found our way outside. We waited for my dad (he was already in Germany for a year), when my mom realized we were waiting in the taxi zone (dad was gonna pick us up in his car). We moved to a different spot that was away from the taxi zone, but mom realized she forgot her purse behind. When she went back to get it, the German Police (Polizei in German, pronounced pul-IHT-sai) had surrounded it. That is because, in Germany, it is believed that any handbag that is left behind by anyone contains terrorist objects. She got to the police, confused, and one yelled at her in German, his gun pointed straight at her. Basically, he said, "Tell us the contents of your bag! (which would probably have been like "Erzählen Sie uns den Inhalt Ihrer Tasche!")" Another translated his words for her, and she told them the contents of her purse. The translating policeman then told her to show said contents. After that whole ordeal, all of the policemen relaxed, smiled, and said,"Okay. Have a nice day." Moments later, dad drove up happy and smiling, unaware of the previous happenings, and that was the first half-hour we spent in Germany! Pretty crazy stuff, huh?