Ausländer in Deutschland.

So it was time for a second hop into Europe. Candice had no idea where we were going to go for Christmas shopping until we arrived at the check in desk. I chose Frankfurt as it reportedly had a pretty nice and quaint Christmas village and also due to the fact that one of Candice's old friends from Calgary would also be there with her husband.

We got a very early flight with the taxi arriving ar circa 5AM. I think Candice woke up at around 7AM and we were both upset that the aircraft didn't have to circle Frankfurt for longer. Finally on the ground, we managed to find our way to our hotel and I was shocked to find a Deloitte conference being held in the very same hotel. Apologies again Candice, I had absolutely no idea!

The Christmas village was lovely and the wursts even better. I think a flight back to Germany is on the cards, but next time it will have to be Berlin, my favourite city in the land. The night in Frankfurt was finished in style with a pool and sauna situated on the floor above ours. Happy days. Back to London the day after and to the relentless grind of everyday work. Some pictures are included below. Enjoy.

Breakfast Gone Wrong. Very Wrong.

OK, so it was about time Candice experienced a real English "caf". Not sure how genuinely English this "caf" was, but by judging by the food dished out, it really wasn't too far off the mark. Exhibit One....

exhibit two...


Absolutely awful food. I think Candice left the "caf" slightly homesick and not quite sure how we eat such rubbish. Still, the "full Englsih" hit the spot!

Riding the Ghetto Rails

After picking up Candice from church and losing to her at ping pong, we got lost on the tube chatting and ended up in the ghetto somewhere. Attached is a picture of Candice looking worried. Luckily, I haven't shaved for a while and people seem more scared of me than us of them.
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Flight Home

The Moors (or Moops for Seinfeld fans)

The guidebook exploration of Spain continued with a trip to a Moorish Palace dated back to the turn of the last millenia. I can't really complain about the guidebook tour here though as it was actually an absolutely beautiful site. My pictures don't do justice to the detail and symmetry captured in the architecture. I think McKay captured the mood and beauty of the building with, "How did they build this?"! So Candice and co, thanks for the guidebook tour on this one!

QANTAS A380

I apologise for this, but I have a bit of an unhealthy fascination with aeroplanes. I was relaxing at Heathrow when I saw the QANTAS A380 for the first time. She's absolutely beautiful and I was lucky enough to view pre-flight control surface checks...full rudder, elevators, and the rest. Now that Air France fly the A380 to JFK, I feel that I should be experiencing the A380 pretty soon - just need to ignore the fact that it's on a French aeroplane.

Cracks start showing...

OK, so it was the afternoon after the game when I realised that Candice was a proper tourist - guidebook and all! We left the motorway to checkout some windmills placed up on a hill en route to the Med coast. It was at this point that I realised that my holidays will never be the same again! Still, one can never really see enough windmills. Here are some pictures...