Hotel Haus Daheim
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... south Tehran is poor... And more. All in a 20 minutes and well worth the fare.
The rental car has sat nav, thank goodnes. However, we are now on pretty familiar turf. We headed off to Bad Homburg for lunch at our favourite potato restaurant. Now we are in Usingen at one of our favourite little hotels, the Kaminstube and are meeting our friends, Adelheid and Joachim for supper.
We arrive in Frankfurt around 11:00 a.m. David gets instructions on and where to take the train into the city. As we ride along I noticed that the color of the leaves are now turning yellow and orange. The country side is just beautiful. The part of the city that we saw was mapped out like a
big mall. No traffic! You can walk in every direction and not have to cross a street. MY feet are holding up as we are going ...
... as we trekked up the tower to view the city high above the treetops. This is where I spot our next sight, the Church of the Redeemer. If, at this point, you are blissfully unaware of my usual behavior attending a cathedral, dom, chapel or church, I will readily confess my inability to remain dry eyed..... I cry.....shamlessly. Each time is like the first time, no less moving and just as spectacular as the last. Our last European vacation ...
We continued through street after street of beautiful 3 story housing, many with small gardens. we passed the bourse, the main shopping area and then back through Westend (yes, they have one too).
Friday we pick up the van. Then the fun begins!
... of the airport) was much appreciated. After getting a new boarding pass, I headed to the terminal. Afraid to venture too far from my gate and miss another flight, I found solace in a sausage kiosk. I got what appeared to be a hot dog, but with all the German labels, who the hell knows? It was better than a hot dog, and tremendously better than the "food" I was served on the transatlantic ...