We soon grew bored of the train station, like
about right after we arrived. Before we could leave, however,
we needed a map of Frankfurt and we needed to activate our
Eurail pass so we wouldn't have to worry about it later, when
we would need to be worrying about catching our damn train.
The map was easy enough; we just found the local
tourist office in the train station (tourist offices in
Europe are like the holy land to non-foreplanning travelers -
they have everything and they'll even find a hotel
room for you without you having to do a thing except tell them
how much you're willing to pay!) and got our free map, along
with directions to the Eurail kiosk, which we, in our half-awake, stumbling stupor, had not been able to locate. It was
next door to the tourist office.
It took longer to wait in line behind three
people than it actually took to activate our pass. We bought
a SaverPass, which allows two to five people to travel on any
participating trains (almost anywhere in Europe, except
England, which is snobby about its trains, among other things),
but is limited to certain countries and a set amount of days of
travel, and you have to travel together. Our
pass had six travel days on it, and was good for travel in
Germany, France, and some mythical country called "Benelux,"
which apparently stands for "Your countries are pitiful and
do not deserve to be named individually." Benelux is what
you get when you mash Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands
together. And, if you whip in a little milk and butter, it's
set, to find the wonderful Wizard of...no wait, we were
looking for more beer, or maybe some coffee. "Let's explore
Frankfurt!" we said. And so we did, shortly coming to a
cute little square with some sort of festivities in swing.
This was the most activity we saw all day, as no one had
informed us that Germany was closed on Sundays.