Again and again and again
It’s been another day in Frankfurt, and I’m actually really glad I spent another (that is, a second extra) night here. I walked around some more and decided to get good and adventurous (. . .) and actually cross the Main river, and I couldn’t be more glad. It’s a really lovely part of town, and I spent some time sitting in the park there reading Brave New World (I can’t thank Owen enough for lending me a copy at the end of last year, and I hope he forgives me for not remembering to give it back or even to start it until today). I would kick myself for not bringing my camera, but it’s a moot point since the software for the camera-to-lappy dealy-bopper I got before I left doesn’t work with my lappy (it won’t take those mini-CDs) and in any case it was raining, which I understand is somewhat bad for the life span of a camera. This city really does strike me as a most excellent town, if more so to live in. It reminds me of Chicago, but in deeper shades of silver and blue, which turns on my aesthetic libido like nothing short of Greek revival architecture.
Last night was pretty uninteresting, just sort of bummed about. In my room was a very nice young Canadian girl, an old, cute perv of an Indian man from Calcutta (who politely informed me that porn here is astonishingly cheap) and the smelliest, loudest-snoring Kraut you could ever imagine. I don’t think I’m supposed to use the word Kraut where German people might read, but at this point I can’t exactly untype it. . . that strikes me as only more awkward. But God almighty damn was it hard to sleep through the racket and, in all seriousness, the funk that this guy was giving off. He must have left early this morning, but I can still sort of detect it; to give you an idea, before I ever even saw him, I walked in the room and new I would have at least one new roomie that night because his stench was still there. Potent.
So all in all, things are going rather well. I’m consuming more than just Sprite and roasted half-chickens from the Doner place next door, and I’m even getting vitamins now (thank God for Germany’s love of fruit juices in jaw-dropping combinations like pineapple-orange-mango-passionfruit-carrot-pear-grape). I look forward to going to Graz tomorrow, even if I don’t look forward to the train ride. I have two minutes to do my changeover in Selzthal, and I really hope to not screw that up. Hope and pray that I don’t end up in the cosmopolitan megalopolis of Selzthal, Austria (population ~1800). At least in Linz I have 10 minutes to do the switch.
