living proof that women can't read maps
Well, OK, make that living proof that I can't read maps evidenced by me not having a clue where I was going on Saturday afternoon when I was showing J around Hannover. I can do many things, but differentiating between north and south is not one of them.
I swear I have never seen so many people downtown in my entire time here. It was Pfingsten (Whitsun), a public and religious holiday here so there were many travelers coming and going, along with what looked like numerous soccer fans hanging around and waving the flags of unidentified nations (I'm not so great at geography either!)
Anway, right after I met J outside the train station on Saturday afternoon, a funny thing happened. J wanted to drop off his stuff at his hotel so we went off to find it. We sort of knew the general direction, which was somewhere behind the station, so after consulting a map, we found the right street. As we were walking down that street, chatting and minding our own business, we passed by a woman who was waiting on the corner. I didn't really give her any notice, but after we'd walked a few paces, I hear this voice behind me saying "Frau Mausi??" and I turn around to see that it's Boy13's history teacher! Weird! Feeling that an explanation is in order I say something stupid like "Oh, this is my friend from Darmstadt (J corrects me here because he's NOT from Darmstadt)...no, wait...from Koblenz. He's American and we're on our way to his hotel." When I got home and told Boy13, he thought it was hilarious.
Soo...we started our tour at the red line at the tourist office and saw most of Hannover's fabulous sights - three very old churches, the new city hall, the opera house etc etc. It was when we got to the Altstadt (the 'old town) that we (I) got hopelessly lost and went around in circles for a bit until we found our way back downtown. Good thing that J has some sense of direction, 'cause I sure don't and it had been years since I'd taken a tour of the city. After much talk of sore feet we stopped in for a drink at the Holländische Kakaostube where I also went with Jen and Ginnie, and then we had dinner at Henry's, the burger place Jen and I ate at the last time she was in Hannover. There's something to be said for consistency.
In between seeing the sights and eating, J picked up about a year's supply of Mexican food ingredients in the international section of a supermarket in one of the larger department stores. One more point for Hannover.
J took lots of pictures, which I'm sure he'll post when exam stress is over. Someone in the comments on my previous post mentioned that they'd never seen a picture of J and you know what? I think J prefers to travel incognito and wants to remain an International Man of Mystery, for now, at least. And you never know, he might just be a CIA agent and we wouldn't want to blow his cover, would we?
After dinner I walked back to the train station with J and I'm assuming he found his hotel again from there with no trouble. I hopped on the bus and went home to my family where I whined about my aching feet for the rest of the evening.