frank does not like binding beer

frankfurt is not agreeing with me in many counts it seems.

the weather has been bleary, drizzling the whole day long and just being in a linken-mode... (ie. pms plus brain cancer)

spent the morning heading to the art museum where i painfully parted with 10 fricking euros to see the exhibition. i kinda think i'm mad. spent 3 hours there admiring paintings until i got sick of madonnas, altar paintings and silly contemporary paitings resembling splatters and lines on the wall before heading to eat a meal near the hostel.

then headed down to bergerstrasse where *surprise! frankfurtens also can have a helluva fun! everyone was thronging the streets, listening to street perfomances, drinking tons of not-very-tasty binding beer, eating different kinds of german food as well as the odd sushi/wok bar.

so yeah.. i finally found some life in frankfurt after two dismal days of prancing the streets, wanting to return to munich for a hofsbrau brew and a schintzel.. lol.. frankfurt ain't very interesting still but oh wellz.. tmr is time to head back to the land of the free and.. study. -_-