Thursday, January 26, 2006
Matt comes over to Germany at least once a year and he does eat sausages, because unlike his mum, his big brother and his dad, he does eat meat, showing that he has an independent mind, not to mention an independent stomach.
Matt is quite keen on mobile phones (this is actually a slight understatement) and on his last trip over here last Easter, he accidently rang the fire brigade in the middle of the night with my new Sony Ericson phone. I hope he forgives me for mentioning this.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Frankfurt sits astride the river Main which flows into the Rhein at nearby Mainz.
It is famous for frankfurters (sausages), but as a pescatarian (fish-eating vegetarian), I don't eat them.
The part of Frankfurt south south of the river, called Sachsenhausen, is famous for it's apple wine (locally called Ebbelwei) and a special sort of cheese called Handkäs which is eaten with chopped onion, vinegar, bread and butter.
Of course Frankfurt is the financial centre of Germany and home to the European Central Bank which sets the interest rates for the Euro Zone (but not for my home country, Britain, who, like Graucho Marx, doesn't want to belong to a club that would accept them as a member).
I live in the north of the city in a place called Bonames which was once a quiet village on the river Nidda, but has been swallowed up by the city and is now only a short distance from the A5 Autobahn, one of the busiest roads in Europe. The Nidda has recently been re-naturalised and the paths which run along it's length are popular with walkers and bikers.