Frankfurt am Main aka: Frankfurt

I atteneded High school in Germany.

with my friend, Lynn. We found we had a knack for getting off the subways of Europe in the seediest locales.

my original hometown. born & raised there – good times!

Do not go on a Sunday.
It is a ghost-town on Sundays, and the only place open was McDonalds.
The hotel we booked had closed down, had taken our deposit and booking anyway, and had not notified us, so we arrived and then ended up standing around for 3 hours, stranded, with nothing to do, and nowhere to go.

The Frankfurt International Airport/Bahnhof (train station) was my first launch pad to Europe. I was 19 or 20 and all alone except for my Rick Steve’s Best of Europe guide book. Thankfully I didn’t spend much time here because the staff were helpful and compound well designed enough for an scared/excited little American girl to find her connecting train and hurry along to Vilseck.