A Not Entirely Unexpected Journey: Frankfurt: A Jet-lagged Sausage-fest

After 17 hours of travel from HK (which involved a large amount of insecticide, Felix getting intimately touched by a bald fat security guard, and Phoebe's bag being swabbed for drugs - thanks Heathrow) we were rather tired upon our arrival in Frankfurt. We were lucky to have a welcome party consisting of Phoebe's German brother Luke, and her Kiwi sister Rachel (who then took us on a 45 minute tour of the airport while attempting to relocate the car. We love travelling.)

We stayed with Luke and his family, who live in a little town called Dieburg - just out of Frankfurt. Luke's family were awesome! They ensured we ate plenty of sausages, drank too much gluhwein (aka mulled wine), and helped us to put on a few extra layers of blubber for the winter. They also taught us how to play Siedler von Catan/Settlers of Catan, the greatest game ever.

The temperature ranged from -8 one morning, to a tropical 4 degrees during the hottest parts of the day. It also snowed a couple of times, just in case we'd missed the memo that it was winter. Combined with the Christmas markets, we felt very festive indeed!

Being models in Dieburg, with a stunning backdrop of a soon-to-be-frozen lake.

Trying a little too hard...

Phoebe was working the camera a little too much...

So Félix put her in her place. Step aside Peter Jackson.

A snowy asparagus field!

Luke's dad Werner, as the Burgermeister (mayor) giving the opening speech at the Dieburg Christmas Market.

GLUHWEIN!!

A candid family portrait.

The Hunt sisters indulging in stollen and tea.

Top of the Main Tower in Frankfurt. Snow and clouds obscuring the views, but still beautiful in a grey, mysterious kind of way.

The Frankfurt Christmas Market! Sausages, gluhwein, stollen, cheese, gingerbread, chocolate-marshmellow treats, ornaments, scarves, decorations, and mountains of Festive Cheer.