So I felt really old today trying to dial Germany, first from a landline that wouldn't seem to ring a hotel in Mainz. Frustrated, I decided to try my cell. I didn't know before today that cell phones could dial a +. That is what the hotel showed as the prefix to dialing it's number, so I tried that, but got the message that my cell service had to authorize international calling.
After a chat with my cell provider, in which the person told me to dial 001, I tried again. That person was wrong. The + worked and I got through and made a three night reservation for Mainz.
Rick Steves says there's nothing worth seeing in Mainz. Hell, he doesn't even mention the Chagall Windows in the St. Stephens church. We're talking Marc Fricken Chagall. They're beautiful. There are Roman ruins in Mainz, an amazing Romanesque cathedral, but yes, compared to some German destinations, it's not a tourist "must-see" location. Ok, Gutenberg did develop the printing press of movable type here. No doubt the draw for me is the sentimental connection, even if I won't get the chance to see many of those folks. Rudiger's parents died a few years back. I just sent word to him through his brother Jurgen that I'm coming to Mainz. I'm doubtful I will hear back. I will be happy to see Kersten, Claudia and perhaps Georg and Thorsten. That would be pretty remarkable to meet up with people after forty years.
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