Trip report: Germany (Bavaria, Frankfurt).
Partial background: I am a single, childless man. This was a solo trip. I am Jewish but only according to heritage or ancestry. I was born 38 years and 2 weeks after the end of World War II in Europe and after the nazi genocide was supposed to have ended (although there were a few pograms against Jewish survivors in 1946). I wanted to figure out what reaction other Jews have toward other Jews going to Germany. I had absorbed the idea that Germany is a bad country and that I am not supposed to go to Germany or buy German products. I irrationally felt like other Jews would be mortified at me or worse for taking this trip. I skipped Berlin because I wanted to see restored castles and medieval buildings and I didn’t think I would see much of that in Berlin. But for sure if I return to Germany again I will go to Berlin. I did not rent a car. Germany has too many local trains, local buses, commuter trains, long distance trains, and high speed long distance trains to justify renting a car for where I went.
Friday, August 23 to Saturday, August 24, 2024: Flights from Detroit to Munich on Delta left at 6:05pm. I had a lot of trouble sleeping on the plane. The passport stamping official asked for evidence of my return ticket; I was able to find my e-mail from Delta showing both of my flights, after figuring out how to make my device go online with the airport’s wireless internet connection (In London in 2016, I took too long searching through my e-mail looking for evidence of my return flights and they made me wait in a holding cell for almost 4 hours before they finally decided to let me finding the information and let me into the country). The plane arrived at 8:25am local time. I took the train from the airport to Munich Hauptbahnhof, put my stuff in a locker, and walked to the Alte Pinakothek. On the way I stopped to sit on a park bench by one of the other museums and eat some bread I had brought from home in a plastic container. I didn’t eat any restaurant food on this trip. Also I was using a Jansport school backpack to carry much of my stuff, but I overstuffed it and I noticed a tear not more than an inch long on a seem; I decided that if I just happened to see a backpack for sale at a good price, I would buy a replacement backpack. The AltePinakothek had multiple paintings from the workshop of Peter Paul Rubins, some old Dutch Paintings, Christian-themed paintings, just a few sculptures, Then I went to the Pinakothek der Moderne, just because I had time and it was there even though old landscape paintings seem more special than other works. The Pinakothek der Moderne had at least one Salvador Dalí painting, some junk similar to Jackson Pollock, and other stuff that wasn’t worth being in a museum. Then I went back to the train station. I bought a new Quechua backpack that only cost 39.99 euros, at a camping and outdoor store in the mall connected to the train station, put my stuff in the new backpack, and threw the old one away outside the store. I spent 5 nights at Hotel PM-Rooms München Laim, on Elsenheimerstraße 15. It was a private room with a shared kitchen, and I had go down the hall outside the room for the bathroom and shower.