Today I rode my bike to Germany.

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The cool thing about living in Well is that its right near the border of Germany. Also, there is virtually no border control so you don't have to worry about awkward moments going through customs on a bike. This means that if one is equipped with a bicycle and has some time on one's hands one could certainly visit Germany. One could and one DID.

I'm exhausted now. And I have to do four hours of Tai Chi in Acting class tomorrow. The bike riding combined with the Tai Chi and the stairs I'm constantly going up and down is really going to get me in shape. Thank god.

Anyway, we (Nicole and I) made it to a little town called Weeze after a couple hours of getting lost and wondering what country we were even in. Alexis started the ride with us but she had to leave halfway through to make it back in time for class.

Weeze is an adorable little village. We stopped at a pub/cafe where a bunch of old women were having afternoon tea. We ordered beer. Real German Beer. In Germany.

Turns out I do know a little German. Enough to get around and get what I need.

We took a bunch of photos, ate some pastries, and then rode back. A nice little adventure for a Tuesday afternoon.

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Photos

The Map
When I asked Nick how to get to Germany, this is what he drew. It's actually the only good map I could find anywhere.

Map detail
I'd just like to point out how it says, "Continue down dangerous road that curves and has no side paths."
Sadly, it was true.

The biking party
Alexis doesn't always look this pissed off. She was doing it for effect.

Wait... Where are we?
Wilkommen means welcome, right?
Are we in Germany?

Lots of this
So many fields. And apparently today was the day for every farm to fertilize.
MANURE! eeeewww

Weeze
YAY! we made it!

Undeniable proof
definitely in Germany.

Undeniable proof 2
Biergarten. Drunken clown.

The Beer
Worth it.