Welcome back to the land of the shitty shower and the kick ass breakfast.
I changed computer terminals and now I can at least see what I am doing. The keyboard is still all jumbled but that is just how it is going to be.
We got off the plane yesterdaz at 11am and did one of our smoothest transitions ever. We bought a public transit daz pass and the gals at the info booth were totallz useless. (I guess in Frankfurt information means a bored shrug followed by ‘I do not know.’)
We went back into the airport and this totallz German looking guy listens to our question (which I had attempted to pose in German) and tells us in what had to be a Texas influenced drawl “First you gotta git yer ticket. Then you gotta git to track one.” We made our way to track one, transfered at the Hauptwache to U6 and exited the Liepsiger Strasse (spellings are approximate as I have no supporting materials and I repeat, I am butt tired). We easilz found our hotel.
Good, inexpensive accomodations can be found on the Internet. Our place is out of the city center, near the Universitat and reasonablz priced. Our room is tiny but nice and the people are all nice and the breakfast this morning was excellent. I had a big chewy roll with lunchmeat and lox and cream cheese and a bit of fruit. There was tons of other stuff. Ask Bob, he tried everzthing.
We did 6 museums todaz: Icons, World Culture, Communications, Architecture, Film AND Photographz.
Plus we had an excellent lunch and now I can tell you why my husband said “hot and kinky sex” to the the server in a German cafe. She was very nice and wanted to practice her English and asked us a few questions of things to say. As we were eating (veg quiche, corn goulash with noodles for Bob, roasted chicken and potatoes for me, cake for dessert and I tried the Apple wein: not bad) there was this cheesy pop music playing.
The song was some woman bleating about wanting to get freaky and the server calls across the cafe, “What does she mean ‘freaky’?” So Bob finishes what he is chewing and says “Hot and kinky sex.” He then takes another breath to explain further when she says, “I get it.” Meanwhile, the cook is sticking his head out from the kitchen. It was probablz more hilarious if you were there.
Back to the sleeping thing. We found our hotel at about 1230pm and put our stuff down and then headed back out to the Hauptbahnhof to buy our train tickets for NÃ¼rnberg and Garmisch. Then we walked around a bit. We would have walked more except the temperature was 5 celsius which was about 20 degrees colder than what we left (I think, not good with the C to F translation) and even with layers it was a bit painful.
We found some dinner. I had a GlÃ¼hwein, Bob had a Pils. The food was meat and potatoes. One kind of potato was like a power tater tot: bigger and harder and browner on the outside and more like mashed potato on the inside. I think it is a perfect food and ate every one and would have ordered a side order just of that if it was offered.
At this point we were losing it and we staggered back to our room at 5pm and I thought I might read for a few hours and go to bed at 8pm. My goal was 8pm. Well you can imagine how being horizontal and reading is going to keep me awake. I put my book aside for just a second to nap for a bit and fell into an unwakeable sleep and did not stir until 3am when I was wide awake.
It’s been a great day. We headed back to the Christmas market for more food. (Excellent food on every corner.) Will check in again as we can.