frankfurt v. frankfort

Silly me! When I booked my trip to Frankfurt [Main], I thought I'd

booked a room at Frankfurt, but it was Hahn, not Main. Right airport,
wrong town. The man at the info desk at Main called Hotel Venezia
for me, and they told him they were 100 km away, and there was no
shuttle. They told him I could cancel my reservation, but then I might
have the same problem, and would just have to spend more time
dealing with it after a loooong flight from the US. He also told me
there wasn't anything to do in Sohren, except that it was close to the
Hahn airport.

So I decided to take the bus to Sohren, Germany, rest up, and make
plans later. It was a beautiful trip through the brightly-colored
countryside. The Hahn airport is one of the smallest I've ever seen,
and it had the best prices as well. I went inside the terminal, which
was more like a small shopping center, and asked at information for
them to call the hotel. While I waited for the shuttle to arrive, I had
cappucino for one euro, and raspberry gelato for 1.5 euro! Sohren is
absolutely charming, and I'm glad I stayed! I did change my four-
night reservation to two, since I was flying out of Frankfurt Main to
Romania. My hosts were great, their on-site restaurant was excellent.
I had dinner there the first night of his tortellini and a beer, and when
I paid the bill, he asked about adding the room to it? After he did that,
his wife came out of the kitchen and told him I was staying another
night. "Really? Almost all our guests only stay one night.'' [He's
Italian, and his wife was born in Sohren.] It was a very restful visit.
I think I'll let the photos speak for themselves.

Does anybody know what time it is?
Does anybody care? [lobby clocks - none of which have the correct time]

This hotel was absolutely beautiful. The restaurant had a cigarette machine in its foyer!
When did you last see one of those? Actually, the streets of Sohren were spotless,
except for the occasional cigarette butts.

So, the next day, I walked up the hill to find a bank, but they were all closed. Good news is everyone
took Visa, and I figured I could find a currency exchange in Frankfurt. It takes a max of 20 minutes
to walk from one end of town to the other, even dawdling, but I really enjoyed this glimpse into a
tiny town in Germany.

This was a war memorial about halfway up the hill.

Just next to this lovely window was an amazing local bakery. I had a coffee and pastry and listened to "If You're Going to San Francisco" on their radio. Fortified, I continued my trek on up the hill [and I went back early the next day for coffee and more goodies for my plane trip later.]

Heading back down from the bank view.

Hard to see, but I enjoyed watching this man trim and pick his grapes.

Another interesting building purposely painted this way.



Had to stop here - a cross between an Eastern European deli and a Dollar store.

Gothic church and view of nothing beyond it.



Rainbow paint store next to the lane back to the hotel.


Cool junque in the lane close to my hotel. Note the ancient John Deere in next photo.





Gorgeous window on the landing on the way up to my room.

My sink is amber, and the toilet is purple.
I went to their restaurant for dinner. I think they were my best choice. I checked out the menus at the other three in town. Tonight I tried the canneloni with more beer, and when I visited their restrooms, the women's fixtures were a dark rose porcelain, and the men's [I was the only person downstairs, so I peeked] were lime green. Amazing color schemes, but didn't take my camera with me.
Leaving tomorrow. More later.