Hang on to your hat and your heart rate!
There is nothing quite like the experience of a European layover transition between a sweaty developing country and home sweet home America. Usually appearing as some odd dream at a painfully early hour, the Euro-jolt serves as a buffer, a reentry to Western civilization.
This trip, Frankfurt was my transition and with three hours before my next jet-leg, I fought jetlag with a trip to Frankfurt's RÃ¶merberg central square. Being a transit foamer, I looked forward to checking out Frankfurt's U-Bahn.
As a combined system of full metro and typical German Stadtbahn, the U-Bahn has an eclectic mix of passengers to augment its hybrid design. On my commute this morning was the airline stewardess, a logical companion from the airport, and this man, a Renaissance accordionist:
Now I bet you are wondering what I would do in RÃ¶merberg so early on a Saturday morning. What might tempt my fancy in the largest city of the German state of Hesse?
Well, that and lust after high-end techno-gadgets.