Frankfurt am Main
Romerberg
July 3, 2005
So we headed south to Frankfurt to find a place to spend the night. After much arguing
and no one wanting to stay near the train station, we decided to head out of town
towards the airport. We met a rough looking guy with a couple knives on his belt,
who led us to a nice place in the next town.
The hotel was nice and the owner very helpful, giving us a discount and bottled
carbonated water. She also recommended a restaurant in town that served traditional
Austrian food. My mom’s goulash and spaetzle was the winner of the table. We spent
the rest of the night playing pinochle, which I was somehow talked into.
Opera House
July 4, 2005
It's the fourth of July everywhere, but only independence day in the U.S. so we
just headed out to the airport. I left to get to Frankfurt-Hahn airport, but missed
the bus so had to wait about an hour before the next one. I still arrived to the
airport extremely early and had to wait about three hours before I could even check
in, so I read "Playing the Moldovans in Tennis." After checking in we
got caught in a complete downpour on our walk out to the plane.
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