The Tourist
Sunday was a beautiful day and I realized that it may be the last time I really see Frankfurt in sunlight. So I set out on my bicycle with the polaroid. I arrived at the waterfront and weaved my bicycle through the crowds and as an organgrinder worked his nostalgic charms you could hear a faint, mispronounced entschulchigung coming from the funny dressed American tourist.

Roo scores a triple
Saturday evening I met Annelle and Günter at the Sudbahnoff.

Uptown Boy meets Nordic Suite Goddess
Our stomachs beinf full of Japanese delight we set out on our journey for the holy grail of suites.

Japanese SchweinerSchnitzel
Saturday morning I met up with Stefan for a day of shopping and fun. But first we had to prepare ourselves for the long hunt. So we went to Mikuni on HasenGaße. Even though I would have killed for sushi something caught my eye as I looked over the menu. Mikuni had a deep fried pork fillet, or SchweinerSchnitzel! I had to try this rare merging of two cultures that I could only find while I am here. It had very deliscous sauces and the service was incredible, even taking a photo of us enjoying our meal.

This is Good
The beauty of life cannot be captured like a butterfly when your tongue like a net — using a third language just beginning to be learned — is so full of holes. Friday night a coworker named Michel and I rode.

Just a few words
After a stressful day of post-hangover grogginess and nightmare PMS-ness I thought it would be nice to hang out, get a bite and go to the Kino. So before the movie I went to a haunt in my neighborhood called Bei Benny und Franky. I love the name because it feels more Hoboken than Frankfurt. I was feeling very tense going out on my own and when I get tense my voice deamplifies and my mouth does not open to annunciate words. So after barely getting out my order the guy on the barstool next to me made a joke with me about my German but I couldn't understand it.

After enoying my bratwurst and beer I headed to Orfeos Erhben to catch a reel of shorts from Cannes film festival. Unfortunately when I walked in I got the "gypsy" girl and there was definite void between what I wanted and what they could offer. I couldn't figure out if the show was sold out, or rescheduled but I was definitely feeling very deflated as I was looking so forward to seeing these movies. What burned me was that people were being so nice to me but I couldn't communicate with them.

I was still in such a bad mood from the previous night that I set out on my bicycle in such a sour mood. I got to the waterfront, looked upon the incredible skyline, and I still felt so bad. So after a couple unsuccessful snaps I left Bridget a message on her cell phone in tears. I am such a baby...

I kept riding and riding, taking another bad photo and finally after about an hour I discovering new things on the south shore of Sachenhausen I began to feel better and I rode back across the river to Romerburg where I finally got this sweet snap at the Schirn. End it on a high note!

Male PMS Nightmare
Perhaps it was the .... or the four large Newcastles I drank, I had very vivid nightmare that night. I got on a plane to go to Geneva but instead my mind lead me to a flight for the US. My clients were on the plane and I think we had a meeting for a minute. So I get home but it is not my home. Everyone is there but instead our house has turned into a scummy Seventies mod apartment building and the complete interior was decorated like a genericized faux European bed and breakfast with ugly Fourties era patterns and doilies. And LPK begins yelling at me for coming home two weeks early.

I was so emotional when I awoke and I was very homesick. I was also almost late for work! That didn't stop me from crying as I thought about how I do love this new second home and how my country leveled it sixty years before.

It was very embarrassing the I was still crying as Petra came into the office and I giggled a little bit through choked back tears that I was okay.

Eine kleine NachtLeben
Wednesday night Stefan and I went out to skellar bar called the "12 Apostle" where they make their own beer.

Die Bicycle
Today Stefan and I went out and bought a bicycle. It was way out in the generic Suburbs and it took us forever to get there.

I saw a Magpie
Stefan and I were sitting at our desk when this bird with back and white wings flew by. It's pretty cool to see my team's mascot kicking in the city, a long way from the Tyne army.