Weekend. Frankfurt. And so on.///

I met Brett’s twin, Kyle, on Sunday to hang out. He’s working at the BMW factory in Regensburg. We went to a Biergarten and a little German boy pelted us with rocks. You’d think it was crazy that there was someone else from Fayetteville in this small city, but I met some girls from Colorado yesterday who told me there are two people on their program from Fayetteville also. I didn’t know them though.

I’ve been a good European visitor and I’ve been watching lots of Fussball (soccer). Holland beat Sweden last night in super-overtime.

Not only did I watch sports, I played Fussball with some Germans (and one Palestinian) on Saturday. It was a little intimidating but really fun. I actually scored a goal. Johannes tells me that it was legitimate, but I’m not so sure that they didn’t just let me make one.

The Palestinian jokingly told me something to the effect of “watch out, I’m the one who straps the bomb to my chest”, and it kind of took me back a little bit. I didn’t really know how to respond.

Frankfurt was really cool, but more because I was there hanging out with Danis than the actual city. I was told that Frankfurt was the Manhattan of Germany. It might have lots of economic prowess, but the skyline is more like Atlanta than Manhattan.


The hotel was amazing, but kind of situated near a bunch of porn shops. Right across the way from the hotel was, the Dolly Buster Center (for kids who can’t read too good). It was huge and had a booming loudspeaker from about 20:00-2:00.


The coolest thing we saw in Frankfurt was by far this museum exhibit of toys as art. There were old pieces and then a few works by Andy Warhol and Picasso. The building was set up with circular hallways, and someone had put in some sweet interactive art: a thirty-foot long hallway of closely placed, vertical, multicolor bungee cords. We just thought that you were supposed to look at it enjoy like all good art, but we were wrong! A little old man kept pointing to it and telling us something in German. We ultimately figured out that you could actually go through the thing. If you just stood still in it then the cords suspended you. The pictures I have of it don’t really do it justice. This is Danis outside of the museum. She wants to know why there is a banana here (I do too).


Since it was only Danis and I, we had to take lots of self pictures. I tried to set the timer on my camera, but we just ended up with four pictures like this:


I still need to tell you about the Nutellria among other things of the trip. Don’t worry. It’ll happen.