Well goodness! We are already at Sunday, and barely still that, and my first opportunity to post anything at all of the trip. We landed on Wednesday. So here's a start. Like you, I'm not convinced I know what Fry to Fly means. Does it have anything to do with the condition of the pilots? Hmmm.
Monika's cousin Beate and her husband Andreas picked us up at the Gelnhausen train station and suggested a walk through and around the town, an important spot on the main trade route between Leipzig and Frankfurt in the Middle Ages. The narrowest spot on that entire road (aka chokepoint) was in Gelnhausen, where loads would be weighed and presumably assessed for income potential. The town prospered, and among other things, built two churches: one Catholic and one Protestant. This is the photo of the Protestant (Lutheran?) Gelnhausen Marienkirche taken from the ramparts of the old city wall.
A good walk earned a good beer. This one was excellent, fresh and cold and well-balanced. My friend Henry's mother is from the town of Papenburg and Andreas has apparently spent some time there. Of the Jever, he said "It is also from near Papenburg." So there you go! I've enjoyed that beer with Henry in export form in Redondo Beach but it does not travel that far that well. For beer closer is almost certainly better. To complement the beer, Monika and I split an Italian salad and Hawaiian pizza. International mean plan.
On To The Great Frankfurt Memory Tour