Frankfurt

So this weekend, My friend Stewart and I went on a journey to Frankfurt to find some cheap Lederhosen for the wild Oktoberfest this upcoming weekend. Let’s just say, it wasn’t very cheap. We will get back to that later. Anyways, we had an hour long train ride to Frankfurt from Marburg which was so much fun (not!). As soon as we arrived at Frankfurt, we noticed we could arrive at the C&A, which is where the Lederhosen was being sold, by S-Bahn. We spent a good 15 minutes trying to find the train, but eventually gave up. We started walking there not thinking it was very far, only a mile to be exact. On our way there, a guy who spoke perfect English with a beer in his hand started talking to us about how his girlfriend kicked him out of the house and how he is from Texas. All of a sudden, he stopped us and asked for some change for food considering he was on the streets all by himself the last few days. I gave him a euro of change not thinking twice about it. Suddenly, he asked for a 5 telling me he would give me 4 in return, because he only had 4 and a kebab costs 4.50. So I gave him the 5 waiting for him to give me the 4 euros when all of a sudden, he asked me if I wanted some weed. I told him “No thank you. Just give me the 4 euros, and we will be on our way.” Turns out, he didn’t have the 4 euros, so he told us to wait 10 minutes so he could get the 4 euros because he owed somebody. Stewart and I waited for 18 minutes, and the guy never came… First day in Frankfurt, and I get robbed. What a statement your making, Frankfurt. Anyways, we left, and after almost an hour, we finally find a C&A store. We both looked through all the Lederhosen seeing they were all 99 euros (oh boy!). Believe me, those were the cheapest ones, or so we thought. We were trying to look for sizes because we didn’t know what European size we wore. I saw a size 48 that was for 59 euros. Naturally, I tried them on, but they didn’t fit. Fortunately though, I found a smaller size for the same size on the rack in front of the dressing rooms for the same price, and they fit perfectly! I was ecstatic! At least now I know I wear a size 44 in Europe (that means a 44 cm waist, by the way). So long story short: good things come to those who give! Next destination: Munich!

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This is Stewart, everybody!

By the way, here are some pictures of Frankfurt. Lederhosen will come later. I promise! 😉ImageImageImageImage