Springtime in Frankfurt

Despite Paris' sweeter ring, this statement couldn't be more true of this "office city". Once finally free of the airport's labyrinth of deceptive one way streets, looming monstrous tour busses, enticing highway onramps (that was scary...) I stumbled upon "unterschweineweg" (under the pig path), and what a beautiful forest road this pig was hiding under his big belly! The excitement of the prodigal warmth infects even the soil as it pushes up little shoots of joy, everywhere potential flowers, trees and bushes make their presence known with the most vibrant green! And well, what could be a better setting for the birth of an adventure?
And what could be better promise for a toddler's eventual run than to fall on my face a couple times? Though I've been biking with clip pedals for a week or two, riding with full weight in tow and navigating pedestrian infested streets has definitely tested my gracefulness. But those bruises will heal up right quick, and this toddler'll be dancin' lickity split! 
Before I'd ridden the 14km into Frankfurt, I found a Moldovan accordion player! I couldn't help but pull out my fiddle, which, in my excitement, happened to also spew my entire wardrobe all over this beautiful old pedestrian bridge (my banjo and fiddle and all my clothes are all crammed into one baby guitar case). It was certainly a dramatic introduction, chasing after my liberated underwear, scurrying about in the wind. The accordion player didn't seem to mind, but I believe I may need to develop a better quick release system for my fiddle. 
Well as you can see, it's been a clumsy start, I didn't even mention learning how to put together a bike in the baggage claim, simply a silly sight. The combination has lead me to feel all the glory of the sore thumb, protruding bashfully up from the hand of suited Frankfurt. This city is the business central of Germany, and the signs I followed to get into the city read not 'Frankfurt' but "Büro Stadt"- office city. But I don't mind! My mouth is so glad to be making these shapes again and I'm excited to get back on my bike!
But first let me welcome you to the blog of the cycling trobairitz (a female troubadour)! I am glad to have you along for the ride, if only virtually. I hope you enjoy these tall and short tales, and that the catchy tune of adventure will get stuck in your head too!