Day 8: The Berg

Most of Day 8 was spent on the train traveling to Erlangen where Felix was going to pick me up. Felix actually lives in an unpronounceable town called Herzogenaurach. Believe me...I tried to learn. So when I got there Felix showed me a little around his hometown, and then we drove back to his house so I could meet his parents and sister.

Felix had suggested that later we go to this beer festival called Bergkirchweih or just the Berg for short in Erlangen, so I went with his sister, Annika, and his friend, Jensen.  There was a humungous Ferris Wheel, and this pretzel that was larger than my head. It took all four of us to eat it. I'm a fan of fairs and festivals just in general. My friend Marla and I went to a whole lot my last year in San Antonio. She thinks any type of food tastes better on a stick, and I tend to agree with her. I didn't find anything on a stick, but the beer was delicious and they actually give you a big beer mug.




You would not believe how hilarious it is to watch the normally polite and quiet Germans swaying to the music and singing at the top of their lungs to "Livin' on a Prayer" and "Hey Jude" in heavy German accents.

May 28, 2010