First tentative steps on foreign soil

We finally arrive in Frankfurt and breeze through customs heading to the terminal doors that lead straight across the road to the train station or "bahnhoff".  It's early morning and we are not booked on a train to Nuremburg till early afternoon.  I decide I will go to the main ticket office and try for an earlier train and, rather than dragging all the luggage and daughter around, I give strict instructions to 'stay put with luggage', 'don't talk to strangers' and that I would be 'right back'!  I should now mention I have zero sense of direction and when I turn back to the platform I thought I'd left her at she is nowhere to be found.  Did I mention she was twelve?

In an instant I am hysterical running up and down platforms imagining the worst possible outcomes and by the time I locate two young policemen I am on the verge of hysteria trying desperately to relay my story via some weird multi-lingual charade.  Suddenly in the distance I see my little blond beauty struggling toward me with the suitcases.......I have been out of Brisbane for less than 24 hours and already managed to lose my daughter!  There are hugs and kisses all around and promises of never letting her out of my sight again.  "Thank yous" for the police who seem mildly amused by the lunatic tourist they have just encountered.......at least we are able to board an earlier train thus our journey continues.

I should add that catching trains from Frankfurt airport is not in the least bit complicated with the station right next door and the stylish trains run with typical German efficiency.