Frankfurt - Day 11
Can you guess why we were having coffee again? Yep—you guessed it—Pearl needed another charge. So, while our needy little electric car juiced up, we decided to grab breakfast at a nearby café. It was a cute little spot, just a short walk away, and everything smelled amazing the second we walked in.
After we ordered, two gentlemen sat down at the table next to us. Apparently, I made the mistake of admiring their cake for a little too long because the man in the black jacket (you’ll spot him in the picture below) caught me looking. He started talking to me in German—fast—and it was very clear I had no clue what he was saying. After a few seconds of my confused blinking, he laughed, pointed to his cake, and said, “Good! With Kaffee!”
And before I could even react, he cut a bite, held it out on his fork, and fed it to me—like, literally airplane-style! What do you even do in that situation? You open your mouth, apparently. Meanwhile, Caitlin was absolutely mortified, hiding behind her phone, trying not to lose it laughing. He even offered her a bite, but I quickly said, “Nein!”
So, moral of the story: if you stare at someone’s cake in Germany, you might just get to try it. And for the record—it was delicious.
Day two of Caitlin’s itinerary kicked off with a trip to the zoo! I was pretty excited—who doesn’t love a good zoo day? But here’s something I didn’t fully think through: Germany isn’t big on air conditioning. Usually, that hadn’t been an issue on this trip… until now.
Some of the animal buildings felt like stepping straight into a sauna—hot, humid, and absolutely brutal. I swear the tropical animals were more comfortable than we were. Let’s just say, by the time we made it back outside into the fresh air, it felt like a major upgrade.
After our sweaty zoo adventure, we decided to take it easy for the rest of the day. We stopped by the store and grabbed a bunch of random snacks and groceries that looked good—basically a DIY lunch buffet. The afternoon was all about relaxation: face masks and just taking a moment to reset after days of constant movement.
That evening, we did something a little different and went to an Autokino—a drive-in movie—to see the new Conjuring film. The whole thing was in German, but honestly, horror movies are usually pretty easy to follow even when you only understand every fifth word. We ordered a couple of drinks, some popcorn, and… big mistake… nachos. Let me just say this: never, ever order nachos in Germany. They were tragically bad—like, haunt-your-dreams bad.
