After a long, partially-restful, flight I figured out how to buy a 139â‚¬ train ticket to Frankfurt, Germany and make the proper connection with the help of locals.
It’s hot in Frankfurt, I see it’s 78Â° F today and supposedly 84Â° F tomorrow, and I am sitting and sweating in an IKEA-sized, air conditioner less, 69â‚¬/night room that I rented out in desperation when I realized that I had no sane internet connectivity available for me. Three uses of my iPhone prompted a warning from AT&T and my attempts at purchasing a SIM card locally have failed.
While English is indeed spoken everywhere I have already had a few encounters where a better handle of German would have helped me immensely. I think I know just enough to give the impression that I speak the language, only to disappoint or annoy the other person.
It’s now 2:30pm My time and I need a beer.
I’m about to put on my sweaty shirt, slather on the deodorant, and go sightseeing.
Paulie [eatl/ga/usa] in [fra/de]