If there is one thing I love above all else, it is an occasion to dress up in a silly outfit and drink with my friends.
I am lucky enough to have some friends living in Southern Germany (the best part of Germany, obviously) and last weekend we met up for a good old-fashioned Bavarian Bier Festival. Picture Oktoberfest in the forest.
Despite the fact that I already own a bright pink Dirndl, I found myself in the Tracht section of a department store and walked out of there with a brand new one (though not without first swapping blouses for one I liked better).
We spent the rest of the day enjoying Festbier by the liter, eating pretzels the size of steering wheels and dancing on tables. Not a bad way to spend a sunny Saturday, if you ask me.
After a strenuous two full days of work for the first time in 13 months (!) I jaunted off to Switzerland (via night train) to meet my dad for part of the weekend.
I spent Saturday wandering the city in flipflops, ducking into cafe’s for a respite from the sun and accompanying burn. Sunday Rick and I enjoyed some Swiss food* and ended the afternoon with some amazing chocolates.
* I wish we had ordered this (apparently) Swiss specialty… steak on a sword?
how poor people eat for a day in a place as expensive as switzerland
This past weekend about half my class packed up and headed to Leipzig for some sort of business school-based soccer tournament. However, as none of our players were German and we were more focused on being the best dancers the night before than preparing for intense physical activity, we didn’t win a single game. But if there were an award for “Most Team Spirit” or “Best Dance Moves” or “Most Ridiculously Lime Green Jerseys” we would have definitely taken home a few trophies.
Friday morning we visited Lüneburg, had lunch at an outdoor beach bar in cold, windy weather.
Then travelled to Hamburg, perused the red light district and bought some brightly-colored wigs to wear to a field hockey game.
Spent the night in the basement of a hostel, and the next day took a boat tour of Hamburg (and perhaps took a nap during it) and returned to Hannover that evening.
Just a typical weekend.