When you live in Germany, Oktoberfests are EVERYWHERE. Starting in mid-to late-September, the beer taps flow, oompah bands flourish and if you haven’t dusted off your dirndl or lederhosen, well, you best step to it. Seriously. Even the little obscure village around the corner has Oktoberfest for one weekend. However, there is one festival to rule… Continue reading Oktoberfest – The REAL one
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men, Couldn’t put Humpty back together again.” -Someone’s brilliant idea of a nursery rhyme Let’s look at that for a second. Egghead is sitting on a wall, falls over, cracks himself open and there’s no… Continue reading Walls are stupid.
The continuation of our shenanigans in Amsterdam.
To be perfectly honest, I really didn’t know too much about Amsterdam before going into this. I had visions of windmills, cheese, wooden shoes and people wearing ensembles that our ancestors on the Mayflower would be envious of. Of course, I also knew about the seedier stories of Amsterdam — legalized marijuana, prostitution and the… Continue reading Amsterdam, The Netherlands (een)
I’m a September baby. My mom had the good fortune to go into labor with me on Labor Day, 38 years ago. I wasn’t actually born on Labor Day … they told her to go home, have a glass of wine, kick her feet up and come in the next day. Every now and again, my birthday… Continue reading Paris, France. Again, again.