Ahhh...finally adjusting to life in the Mountain Time Zone once again after a week in Germany for the Frankfurt Buchmesse (Book Fair).
My agent described Frankfurt as the "least charming city in all of Europe," and I'm afraid that description was painfully apt. Plus my impression was compounded by staying at Hotel Roomers—an ultra-stylish, avant garde auberge that featured carpet-less rooms with black walls, black floors, black furnishings, black bedding, black curtains, and painfully dim mood lighting. The ambiance was so bleak and depressing I now affectionately refer to Roomers as the "Shoot-myself-in-the-face-hotel."
But aside from that, the Frankfurt Book Fair was a sight to behold. Especially the agent room, which resembled an upscale sweat-shop or prison visiting room, with rows and rows of desks stretching on as far as the eye could see. Editors and agents flit from desk to desk, often having 20 meetings in a single day.
And I did manage to escape for a bit to visit Heidelberg and the Rhineland, where I was able to unleash my four years of high school German upon unsuspecting waiters, taxi drivers, and merchants everywhere. My apologies. Or auf Deutsch, "Es tut mir leid."