Actually, I'm in suburban London now...Oy, what a day!
So here is what I learned in Frankfurt:
1. Germans, generally speaking, are INSANELY tall. Every time I, wearing 3 inch heels, stood beside a towering Teutonic goddess, I felt silently mocked.
2. I LOVE GOOSE! Who'da thunk it? At the previously mentioned biergarten I celebrated St. Martin's Day (a few hours early) with apfelwein and goose. Amazing.
3. Apple wine (apfelwein) will sneak up on you, jump you and then soundly kick your ass.
4. German Thai Curry is...yeah, it's just gross. As gross as it sounds...I want to be nice...but can't.
5. Forget the stereotype - German business people can be really cool and a lot of fun. And when you spontaneously hug them...even though you just met them...at the end of a really long day...without thinking...they will not, actually, throw you in ze kooler.
6. Toilets in Germany - whether in your hotel room, an office building or in a public place - come equipped with scrub brushes. Like you use at home. If you make a mess? You, by God, are expected to clean it up. Can we impose this by LAW in the U.S.? Please? With the death penalty and everything?
7. IT geeks are IT geeks the world 'round and Ich Liebe them all.
8. Three-inch heels + quaint cobblestone streets = Disaster. And you end up walking three blocks, in the rain, barefoot, while homeless people look at you with pity in their eyes.
:: der sigh ::
9. Like Jen said about a month ago: Ausfahrt (exit) and Einfahrt (no entry) are, indeed, the funniest damn words in the German language.
10. Stumbling across a Starbucks, on the most random corner, in an unfamiliar city is a gift from the heavens (image). Is there a patron saint of comfortable, familiar, soy triple lattes? No? There should be.
11. I also learned about our customer, the industry, blah, blah, blah. But that stuff doesn't hold a candle to Ausfahrt or the homeless guy feeling sorry for me.
**Time Lapse **
Note to the guys currently hanging out in the lobby at the Holiday Inn in Woking.
Jesus Bulgari-Bathing Christ. How much cologne do you need to wear? SERIOUSLY. Are you on your way to a f*cking competition? The How Far Away Can You Smell Me Friggin' Cup? Because I'm pretty sure their goalkeeper just plopped down beside me and their entire freaking FAN CLUB is at the bar. Holy. Shit. I'm not joking: My eyes are watering.