Category Archives: Frankfurt am Main

A surprise meeting at the Christmas market

A stand at the Heidelburg Christmas Market. Photo (cc) flickr user pineapplebaum

Living so far from the place where I grew up, I had long ago given up on the possibilty of a chance meeting with so-and-so from whenever-a-long-time-ago.  I like chance meetings.  I like finding out what has become of people I knew when we were kids.  Character development.  It’s fascinating.  But I like living in Germany more, so down the drain with chance meetings, I figured.  The closest I’ve come, will probably ever come, was a few weeks ago.

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Music in Germany: Antifolk in Frankfurt

Phoebe Kreutz. Photo (cc) flickr user GeertBoog

It was John Darnielle’s dirty, fizzley, basement-boom-box recordings that first trained me to turn a deaf ear to scrappy guitar and to love music that did little more than tell a damn fine story. The Mountain Goats’ early recordings are the music that macheted the way for what would come into my headphones after: anti-folk. (They are also partially to blame for the folk punk, but that’s another story.)

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Expat Life: A Seven-Year Anniversary

The Frankfurt skyline. Photo (cc) flickr user salomon10

When we are small time seems to pass so slowly.  There are days that feel like weeks, hours that feel like days.  As we get older the chorus begins: time seems to be speeding up and at every birthday, anniversary, and holiday we find ourselves marveling over how another year could have passed so quickly.  Time seems to be moving so quickly that I didn’t even notice my seven-year anniversary coming.  Seven years in Germany!  Wasn’t I just writing about crossing the six-year marker yesterday?

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Frankfurt’s Steamy Side

The Rhein-Main Therme had two delightful log-cabin-style outdoor saunas. Photo (cc) flickr user Romain Cloff

I’ve written about it before, and I’ll write about it again.  I can’t get enough.  I’d do it every single week if I could.  Every day even.  I’m talking about visiting the sauna.  And for anyone who loves the steamy tradition, Germany is a great place to be.

Resident on Earth has explained sauna etiquette, and I have raved about my favorite sauna in Mainz before.  But having recently moved to Frankfurt am Main, I now have a whole new set of what are called Sauna Landschaften to explore.  I couldn’t be happier.

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Expat Life: Hello, Frankfurt

Frankfurt am Main. Photo (cc) flickr user doistrakh

Frankfurt, Dresden, Frankfurt, Mainz, Frankfurt.  It seems I can’t move to another city in Germany without making a stop back in the first German town I ever called home.  And now, as of Saturday, here I am calling it home again.  Who’d have thought?

My husband certainly hadn’t.  I’d always had a soft spot for the city—there were so many gritty, interesting little corners—and after all, Frankfurt ist ein Dorf (Frankfurt is a village).  It may be one of Germany’s big cities and its banking capital, but it doesn’t feel like a big city.  Particularly not after you’ve been in New York.  But that is part of its beauty: it has a small-town feeling with a big-city’s perks.  I’ve never understood why so many expat bloggers spend so much time railing on the place.  It’s quite charming if you give it a chance, I say, though my husband is yet another who has never been able to see the place through my eyes.

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