Hotel Haus Daheim Bad Homburg

... spent too much time investigating. Aside from a few months of an Introductory German course that I failed and dropped, I certainly have no 1st hand experience with their culture.
Planning, plotting, and practicing is how I will accomplish this irresponsible feat of travel and confusion.
Godspeed and good luck I've wished myself well in advance.
Who knows?
Maybe I'll never even make it out of Frankfurt...

... Well here's the story:

After having met a bunch of design students "by chance" (still don't believe in chance though ;) at a party,

[to be continued]

I reckon this trip will help me to make some awesome pictures.

It was sooooo cold in Frankfurt, we didn't want to spend much time here since we had no winter clothing. WE got in late, went to our hotel, then back to the airport to get our flight to Bangkok moved up. We though it would be at 8 that night, but they managed to get us on the next flight out, which was pretty much within the hour. Woohooo! I also kept speaking Italian in Germany... so confused with all the languages.

They Said:

We arrived in Frankfurt to some more wet weather, and we headed to a hotel a few blocks away that we had seen online. It was in the middle of the red light district, but it was suitable and close to the train station. After we checked in, we found a phone to call Nadine and Flo. Nadine is a cousin of Chad's brother-in-law, and Flo is her boyfriend.

They met us at the train station in two separate cars and drove us back to their ...

... Germany though because there were smokers everywhere. There were big ashtray things, but people didn't really use them. My eyes got all red and itching and I smelled so bad. When the other group finally landed, it took them about and hour to go through customs because there were more of them. We climbed on the bus, talked for about 10 minutes, and then we all crashed. We got to the school about two hours later at 8 o'clock.

... and had to wait for ages in a customs line because I was bringing wood back into the country ( a cuckoo clock for our house). Mum, dad, steph and scott met me at the airport and then we went out to tea with my family and scott's family at taco bill in Beacy. The service was ridiculously slow, but the company good. I barely had any sleep on the plane, but was so awake. Probably because I was so excited to be back home with everyone.
SO this is the ...

By the time I'd dragged my pack off the carousel it was 9pm, and with three trains to catch through the chilly tunnels of downtown Frankfurt, my destination was still well out of reach. The flight was fantastic, one of the best so far. I found myself sitting next to an amazing Scandinavian woman which passed the time in the blink of an eye. In just twenty minutes we were in Frankfurt! Her incredible take on life and perfectly timed ...

... her new family and strong support group. Everybody was so nice, and they showed a genuine interest in helping Jana out. I was introduced to the special, regional alcoholic wine of Frankfurt called "Apfelwein," or "Apple wine." It had a slight tart apple taste with some sparkling bubbles. Throughout the evening, I had a chance to practice my German with these new-found friends. We did not call it a night until probably 2AM. The next few days in Germany were for me to run errands ...

... you’d never do in the US, where freeways scream right over and around the centers of towns, frequently chopping up neighborhoods in the process. In Europe they stop at the edges, strictly a point-to-point sprint. You still have to wind your way through the cities, usually.

... had sat near me and glared at everyone who passed - I figured I was pretty safe. The last train leaves at 1:30 a.m. and at 4:00 a.m. the super-polite guards come and wake everyone up so that the station doesn't look like a doss house. Or in my case, chase a bundle of purple sarong and orange backpack about the station until she stops curling up in corners like a hobo. A prissy Italian gigola and his near-mute toyboy bought me ...