Everyone might speak English.....but not all signs are in English

The Christmas Markets of Eastern Europe

escorted by Cobblestones and Pomegranates Travel 

And so another adventure begins.Just started another adventure. I left St Louis at 6pm on Tuesday - flew to Chicago and then to Munich Germany then to Budapest. The flight getting in to Munich was a little late but no problem. I find the display with the flight info to Budapest and see that I have 13 mins to find the gate and board the plane. I get a little nervous but I overhear some people saying "it's gate G4 - let's go" I was going to G3 so I thought I'd follow them. First thing you have to do is go though customs. There is a long line and a short line at the automatic scanners. I go to the short one. Well my passport won't scan. I tried and tried - finally I heard someone talking English so I asked her and she said "Do you have a Euro chip on your card? I said "Beats me, it's a American passport." She replied "You need to go to that line." And pointed to the long line. So I go to that line. Finally it's my turn and I notice a sign and I said does this sign mean it's only for Europeans? The man behind me said "yes" - I freaked - now I'm down to like 8 mins to catch the plane. But the customs agent let me go through his line and told me "You need to start reading the signs" I smiled and said "yes" but I really thought was if the sign was in english....anyway got out of that jam only to find out that I had to get on a shuttle to get over to gates G. Find the shuttle - get on - go to the next concourse and see signs for G25- 48. I'm like "I wonder where G3 is?" Of course there is no one to ask - you are on your own baby. So I go over to the flight display only to see that my flight is out of K3 - now I have to get back on the shuttle and go back where I came from!!! It now says the plane will take off in 14 mins. OK - now I'm thinking there is no way I'm going to make this flight. I'll have to spend the night in the airport and catch a flight tomorrow, but I get over to the K concourse and think "well it's K3 so it's close" Not so!!! K3 was the last damn gate on the concourse. I was going as fast as I could, sweating like a bitch and praying I'd make the flight. Right when I get near the gate I hear "This is the last call for flight whatever to Budapest" I was the last one on the plane. Sweat dripping off my face. So much for good first impressions!