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Published: December 19th 2007
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Oktoberfest
The very first site as you step into Oktoberfest 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 friend David back at the train station.
Things don't always go as planned.
Warning: The U-bahn can be confusing. We were lost.
I ran into a local market and asked for directions.
A wonderful woman in line took us to her car. Her friend spoke English.
"It is raining outside; we will drive you to your apartment." We couldn't thank them enough.
They dropped us off at the front door.
These women went out of their way to help us and we were grateful.
We picked up the key to the apartment and some helpful tips on public transportation from our land lord.
After a much needed rest we headed back to the train station to pick up Dave.
There was a little
Oktoberfest
Our very first Oktoberfest experience. A happy stumbly drunk looking for the U. confusion about where to meet him.
He eventually called us on our cell phone and we met him at a Starbucks. Yes, there everywhere!
Finally, after month of planning and preparation, we were all together in Munich Germany for Oktoberfest. Life doesn't get any better than this! David was our translator. He took a couple semesters of German in
High school and somehow he was able to retain it.
We took David back to the apartment to drop off his gear and figure out a plan for the next few days.
We decided to head back into town and try to find the Oktoberfest area.
It took us a while to find it. We just kind of walked until we found groups of people in Lederhosen singing
the beloved songs of their countries. Just before entering the Oktoberfest area we were greeted by an older drunk, German man. "Vas gutten das U?" he asked. "spekken English," I replied. He began
to laugh hysterically. "Das U?" He said again. He was looking for the U-bahn. We looked above his
head there was a HUGE sign that said "this way to the U." He was so drunk he never saw
it.
We pointed him in the right direction and we entered the Oktoberfest area.
It started to rain pretty hard so we found refuge at a carrousel bar on the strip. It's quite the experience drinking beer while spinning in circles. We tried to find a table at one of the many beer hall tents but everywhere was packed.
We tried our first German sausage that night and we were hooked. After a few more liters of beer we were hungry again. We found a place that served rotisserie chicken and OMG it was amazing. The beer wasn't half bad either.
We spent most of our time wondering the streets and admiring the culture. There are many beautiful churches and landscapes. Although it rained practically every day it didn't put a damper on our plans. We finally found a table at the Lowenbrau Tent and had the best experience singing and having fun.
We visited the Marienplatz and Glockenspiel, the Hofbrauhaus, the English gardens, and Olympiapark to name a few places.
Germany was a pleasant place to visit. The people were friendly and helpful and I can't say enough about the food and atmosphere. There were a
Oktoberfest
Carrousal beers. few things that we weren't able to do because of the rain. That's okay though, that gives us something to do the next time we visit.
Danke.
(Journal entry courtesy of Bill, photo comments by Jodi 😊
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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