Why Frankfurt, you ask? Honestly, I don't know. Almost every one of the six people that went on the trip (including myself) was asked why of all Germany's cities were we going to Frankfurt. I responded first with a practical answer: "It's the closest big city in Germany." And later, with a more lazy answer: "Why not?"
Well the answer, more or less, turned out to be simple: the food.
After a long evening of travel and our hostel's unfortunate proximity to nothing notable—save the Red Light District—our group decided to have a pint and turn in early to our very nice hostel. We woke up the next morning and headed to the zoo. The zoo was very similar to one you'd find in the States. (Although unlike the St. Louis Zoo, it was not free and it did not have a train.)
Following the zoo, we went to have lunch. I tried the schnitzel grüne soße, a Frankfurter specialty. I fell in love, and still today in March, it may have been my favorite meal here in Europe.
After we left the restaurant we wondered into an outdoor market. Despite our stomachs already being stuffed full of schnitzel and beer, we stopped to get waffles and glute weine. The market was bustling with locals and we met a few that suggested areas to see in the unknown city of Frankfurt.
On Sunday we walked around the city in the frigid cold, fighting off snow flurries at one point. We crossed the Rhine, apting out of taking a river boat tour, and went the Old Rome area of Frankfurt. We went through some of the shops off the main square, and we stopped at a really neat cafe to have a coffee break.
Our end of the weekend schnitzel dinner was interrupted by the King and Queen of Frankfurt. Well, at least the King and Queen of apple wein in Frankfurt.
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