Ich bin in Frankfurt... again

Goodbye Paree! People sure yell a lot in that city, and by the end of the day I too had pitched 3 very impressive fits:

Fit 1 - It was getting dark: I was walking towards the station, and someone started to follow me on his bike. Alongside me on the street. He was doing the "bonjour where you come from pretty lady" speech. I ignored him and he kept talking to me. I turned to him and told him to leave me alone and he left, but as I went up the street I noticed that he had stopped his bicycle and was waiting for me. "I waited for you" he said. I answered that I could see that and I didnät want him anywhere near me and to partez immedietement. With some yelling and waving of arms, he finally got the idea.

Fit 2 - immediately after the millionth guy had started walking beside me and started talking, so I told him hello and that I did not want to talk to him. Does not want to talk? In the Parisian mind that basically is an invitation for permanent company. Apparently. He would not leave. Finally I turned to him and used the practised phrase (W helped with the verbs so I knew I was right): If I had wanted to walk down tihe streets of Paris with someone besides myself, I would certainly have done so: I want to be alone. Sod off! (In french of course) I worked. The Third time. When I practically yelled that I did not want him following me or talking to me or even looking at me. Growl.

At this point it was pretty dark, so I collected my luggage (more flirting from luggage security guard - really, it is not that I mind the flirting, but I am so out of these guys´ leagues - and what do they expect, I will say oui bonjour coucher avec moi immedietement??

Anyway, I mailed my postcards and took the metro to my proper gare, where I settled on a table (yes a table) and waited. And (big surprise) 3 guys started to talk to me. Actually only one guy started to talk. His two friends were Chinese and didn´t speak a word of English or French, and they were talking the same train as I was to Ffurt. He asked me if I wold show them the train. Two boys, adopted by me :) Then another boy joined their group (by boy I mean that they were about my age) and took out his bible (he was from Korea and did speak some English) and asked me if I believed in God. "Not your God" I answered, and so he tried to convert me. Wasnät I worried about the devil? Could he just read me these two lines from Isaah? etc. I t was pretty amusinc so I let him go on for awhile, but it was nice to escape to the train. Which brings us to

Fit 3- I was reserved for a compartment of 6 people, which was already full of a family.... and their BO. The father and son were all wearing muscle Ts and they absolutely reeked. No. not for 7 hours. I hauled my bags off the train and insisted that if I would sit next to them I would not live until Frankfurt. Dramatics work, and I ended up in a nice compartment with only 2 other people, who were very nice and translated some songs for me.

So now I am in Frankfurt. How different from last time! This hotel is 14 steps or so from the station - just accross the street - and though I arrived at 7am they let me check in anyway, and let me eat the Buffet breakfast, which was lovely. Ther is free internet and they iron clothes for free and there is a minibar which is FREE. And the hotel cost just 50$!

I slept maybe 3 hours on der zug, and Ich wants to go lie in the bed for awhile. I miss talking french already...

I s anyone reading this? Comments? Email??