This weekend I went to Munich, Germany for Oktoberfest. Quite possibly the best weekend of my life. I don't know where to begin as far as describing my crazy weekend but I will just start from Thursday afternoon.
Thursday after noon and I took the bus for the first time to the airport. I got there in plenty of time, shocking I know, and waiting and waited. An old man sat next to me and we began to chat. He told me about his daughters and how they spoke many languages. The bus arrived, I turned to shake his hand, and the bus left. I was no longer running on a schedule with plenty of time. I panicked, called Molly in Germany and asked how long she had to wait, and decided to test my luck. I made it to the airport, ran to the check in desk and they tried to tell me it was closed. I politely but very firmly said, there is no way in hell I am not getting on this plane...Needless to say they printed my boarding pass and I literally sprinted to security. Upon arriving at security, I acted as if it were my first time. I forgot about my jewelry until the last minute, didn't take of my belt with a metal clasp, and threw my bags on the belt. I ran through the scanner and of course, I beeped. I yelled the "f" word without thinking and luckily the security guard laughed and told me to calm down. He quickly pat me down and let me go...I continued to run, found my flight and my friends, got a whole row to myself and a delicious sandwich and finally landed in Munich!
Thursday night, after hunting down Molly and my friend Jenny, we grabbed a couple delicious German beers and slept in what was basically a circus tent with 100 bunk beds. Very fun surprisingly but a little chilly so I'm glad it was only for one night. I of course got stuck near all the dutch men who farted like Jack and Ben silently throughout the night--not pleasant! Friday morning we ventured to the apartment we found online, a bit sketchy but turned out great, and then headed to Oktoberfest. We were drinking out first beer inside the Augustiner tent by about 10 am. Delicious. We made the mistake of leaving the lent to look around outside and it began to poor. None of us was prepared to we went into downtown Munich and found a lovely, warm restaurant to enjoy a german meal. The food there was so much better than Spain's. Throughout my time in Munich I probably had 5 brawtwurst and close to 5 big pretzels.....unreal.
Saturday we got to Oktoberfest by 8 in hopes of getting inside a beer tent. I left to go get food and ended up loosing everyone. I lost my phone Friday so couldn't call anyone but no worries, eventually found them and got into the Hofbraugh house, one of the biggest beer tents. I remained in there for 9 hours straight, singing German songs and "we are the champions", dancing on the tables with everyone, and truly having the time of my life. There were close to 40 people from Santa Clara all within the same tent and we took over tables. We made it back safely to the apartment after nearly loosing the keys, and slept well into Sunday morning.
Sunday we took the time to walk around Munich and it was a beautiful city. Lots of history and many places to see; very clean and all were friendly. We went to the airport and managed to weasel our way onto a flight that night (we were supposed to leave Monday morning and were going to have to sleep in the airport) and made it home in one piece! My body is still recovering but it was definitely worth every potential illness and every euro spent.
This weekend I am going to Granada and Cordoba in the south of Spain, which will be a much different experience, much cheaper, but I'm still very excited.
Hope all is well and no one is suffering too much with the market chaos. Miss and love you all as always
Con amor, Mary
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