Monthly Archive: March 2008

While I had some time in Frankfurt, I wanted to see the Museum of Communication. I’m pretty sure I visited it once as a child, though I just remembered it as the telephone museum. It’s so much more: it’s all…
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As I was heading out of the Frankfurt train station, my big city instincts fully ablaze, I was approached by a young man with a thick Bavarian accent and a sob story about needing just 30 euros or so to…
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I’d planned to spend my last night in Germany in Wiesbaden, rather than in Frankfurt, because my tour book made Frankfurt sound kind of dangerous and dull. But instead, I was surprised how awful Wiesbaden seemed to be on my…
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While I was biking along the Rhein River, I saw this carved on the banks: I swear to you, my German’s pretty good, but I seriously did not understand it. I thought the first word was missing by some accident,…
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I’d mentioned my plans to travel down the Rhein River while I was chatting with some Colognials at the Dom Forum. I was mildly confused when they kept referring to each place along the river as a “bend” not a…
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I bought a lifetime membership in the American Youth Hostel association over 20 years ago, after my cousin went mental on me and told my mother she never ever wanted me to visit again. I asked her what I’d done,…
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My tour book had warned me, but neither Peter or I had believed it. Germany is very much a cash country. The only credit card that was widely accepted was the Eurocard, and all I had was Visa. I was…
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Bonn used to be the capital of West Germany; now it’s simply known for its university, a mile long stretch of worthwhile museum, and for being Beethoven’s home. Word had it, though, that it was so boring otherwise that even…
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Oh, how can I ever describe how amazing and moving Bonn’s House of History turned out to be? I wish they’d allowed photography, but I cheated by taking a few pictures from their book, and the rest of the highlights…
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