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Published: December 19th 2007
After a 12 hour train ride from Florence, we pulled into Munich Germany ready for Oktoberfest.
There was a light rain when we arrived so Jodi and I found a small cafe at the U-bahn train station.
We enjoyed a cafe latte and formed a game plan while watching locals rushing to various destinations.
The game plan was to find our apartment, drop off our bags, and take a nap before meeting our frien...
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Ferrari Bubba
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Latte? You've got to be kidding!
Starbucks in Munich? Where's that macho dude that I once knew in Tucson! Next you'll be telling me that your 'Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz' red slippers were too tight and gave you blisters. When der Frau and I went to Oktoberfest, I wore my Leiderhosen and drank nothing but good German bier the whole week that we were in Bavaria. "Das ist Gutt!" Better get out of Kalifornia before it's too late! And take down that shrine to Al Gore too. BTW, which wurst was the worst wurst? Shame on you. Yer Kubelwagen pal, Bubba