Since we've arrived, there have been festivals every week, sometimes even overlapping. They're as grandiose as the Skyscraper one during our first weekend with motorcyclists on tightropes and bungee jumping off buildings, or as simple as a few food trucks lined up on sides of the streets.
Many festivals have bands covering old-school American songs that most Americans haven't heard in forever...
We're continuing to enjoy the "Fressgasse" fest by our apartment, because one never tires of street meat and cheap beer. All of the major streets seem to be a hosting a block party at some point over the summer. Our street will have a few, the most prominent being a wine-tasting one in September when the other Checchias are here. Yes, please.
It's pretty much an excuse to enjoy the beautiful weather after work in the company of friends (which we do not have yet, haha) and to consume fantastic food.
Yesterday, we stumbled upon the "South Korean" festival outside Mike's work, sampled some kimchi, enjoyed people-watching for a bit. Mike said he kept hearing "Gangnam Style" throughout the day; the South Koreans are apparently proud of their connection to the world-wide hit.
Cuteness overload, Gangnam style
We keep seeing this guy everywhere. I call him "Beethoven." Apparently he's a Frankfurt institution... what's his story?!
Here's to the weekend, which promises an epic hunt for bikes at a riverside flea market, pancakes for breakfast, and who knows what other shenanigans. Stay dry, Florida friends!
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