Early morning at the Frankfurt Airport; it just turned January 11th. I loved the 4:15PM flight out of Boston, but now my body is beginning to tell me it is time to go to sleep. It is 5:45AM here as travelers going to Florence are gathering at Gate A52.The flight is over booked so for 200 Euro I can give up my seat and take the 1:15 flight. No way, but I notice young man may be taking the bait.This is a huge airport, 10th largest in the world, something like that. The attendants ride a bicycle to their assigned gate. Across from A52, where I waiting with cappuccino (I’m not in Italy yet) and croissant is the Camel Smoking Lounge. There are six people inside. They come and go, they don’t stay long; loved ones wait outside.Fast forward. I made it with ease. I’ve wandered, eaten and napped. Enough for today.