I considered taking a train out of the city, but it turns out that would have cost me more than all my Eastern Europe train/bus tickets combined, so I nixed that. Frankfurt has a lot of really cool looking museums, but I wasn’t in a mindset for appreciating artwork, so I decided to take myself on a park tour instead. I went through Ostpark, Günthersburgpark, Adolph-von-Holzhausen-Park, and Grüneburgpark. Of course, I chose the day where it decided to get to zero degrees and start hail-snowing on me…

Frankfurt had obviously decided that it didn’t like me, because it tried to kill me. Early in the day, I tripped over the ground and split open my knee. As this isn’t a particularly uncommon occurrence for me, I didn’t think much of this until later when I pulled my tights off and realised the amount of blood everywhere…sigh. The bruising ended up being the most sore part. Later, it begun hailing, and my hands grew so cold despite my gloves that I couldn’t make my muscles move enough to retie a hairtie around my plait. Also, by the time I reached the airport, the top of my foot was really hurting–a little research later showed me that I had extensor tendonitis or something, which didn’t let up until the end of the week and made walking painful enough to be annoying. The conclusion? I’m brilliant at hurting myself in annoying but not debilitating ways.

Update: My favourite photo, it turns out, is of a mural that’s part of the Giant Storybook Project, and this blog post has absolutely incredible photos.