PPP Alumni (Germans who went to USA) hosted a meet-and-greet reunion BBQ in Frankfurt. All of the CBYX participants were invited. 15 of us from Cologne went. There is a really cool train deal, called "Schoenes Wochenende" (beautiful weekend), that allows five friend unlimited train travel within a 24 hr period on regional trains. We took the train path along the Rhine to get to Frankfurt. Below are some of the sights.
My picture frame for 3 hrs |
Hard to take photos with a phone on a moving train, but I tried my best. |
Lots of wine along the Rhein |
The Rhine is only ever ~1000 feet wide. It moves fast. And the turns can be dangerous for the boats. I thought that this was the Lorelei rock, but it was the next one down the river- oops! |
Lorelei by Heinrich Heine
(from Poemsintranslation.blogspot)
I know not if there is a reason
Why I am so sad at heart.
A legend of bygone ages
Haunts me and will not depart.
The air is cool under nightfall.
The calm Rhine courses its way.
The peak of the mountain is sparkling
With evening's final ray.
The fairest of maidens is sitting
So marvelous up there,
Her golden jewels are shining,
She's combing her golden hair.
She combs with a comb also golden,
And sings a song as well
Whose melody binds a wondrous
And overpowering spell.
In his little boat, the boatman
Is seized with a savage woe,
He'd rather look up at the mountain
Than down at the rocks below.
I think that the waves will devour
The boatman and boat as one;
And this by her song's sheer power
Fair Lorelei has done.
The Original:
Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin;
Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl, und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
In Abendsonnenschein.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr goldenes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar.
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewaltige Melodei.
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh'.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen
Die Lorelei getan.
More Castles and River towns. |
So many churches. |
Part of my "Accidental Abstract" series. |
None Shall Pass!!!! -Tiny-middle-of-river-fort |
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