Sorry for the delay... with working extra hours whilst colleagues are on vacation and trying to clean our apartment for showings, I've had little time to update the blog.
It's August in the 'Furt which means back to school. These poor Europeans only get 6 weeks of summer and each of Germany's 16 states has staggered vacation schedules so as not to clog the Autobahns wit traveling families. School started in Hessen, my state, yesterday. I love riding the U-bahns with kids again. A) Their backpacks are so bright, square and colorful, I love coveting them. B) Sitting next to a clean 9 year old is infinitely more pleasing at 8 a.m. than a a homeless person drinking a beer.
On Friday the last weekend of summer was celebrated in the 'Furt by a street fair on the Main. It was fun, but nothing compared to my beloved Fair. The food at a typical German streetfest leans a little too far to the "salty dry goods' right for me. Plenty of popcorn and toasted nuts, but nary a French fry/cheese curd stand/milkshake stand.
Saturday saw me attempting to be sportlich by hiking in the Bergstrasse, a beautiful wine-growing region south of Germany that features vineyard-lined mountains and cute towns. We climbed up the Starkberg in Heppenheim. The climb was steep and at the top there was a castle. Castles are so disappointing in sunlight: They look old and bleached, nothing remotely Vampire-ish about them. I'm getting jaded: Once you live in a country where castles are every few kilometers, it's hard to get jazzed. Heppenheim was also hosting a Krewe a rite of passage in the small villages of the Odenwald. Town boys, 16 and up, get together for a big drinking fest. The Bergstrasse is very "Deliverance."
We also visited Rimbach and Weinheim before returning to the big city.
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Sounds good to me. Better than counting little heads at Emily's 30th birthday pool party!
Sorry, but I couldn't help but notice that the 16+ drinking festival was called a Krewe - Spelled like Vulcanus Rex's riotous crowd of vulcans. It there a connection between this German drinking festival & the what used to be the booming St. Paul Winter Carnival? Where is Cammy Smith's grandpa when you need him?
Uh, can we switch places? I want my Germany life back. Call me, I miss you girlfriend!
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