My last day in Germany was a free day. The plans that were made allowed me to sleep in and I was going to need it if I was going to have an enjoyable flight back.
Some of the German students invited AJ, Derek and me to go to a festival in Nuremburg. In order to get the full experience, they very generously let us borrow some lederhosen. Just in case you think I pulled off this look and appeared like a local, please be aware that I paired the lederhosen with my infamous pineapple shirt. You can tell by our faces that we think we looked fantastic.
We went to the festival via the Autobahn, which was on my bucket list. Don’t worry – I didn’t drive, but one day I hope to return and drive on the Autobahn. One thing I do want to mention that I noticed in Germany: they are excellent drivers. I found out that it is a very expensive process to get your license in Germany and you have to take multiple classes before you can get your license. Everybody follows the rules and knows how to drive. It was amazing. Unlike in America nobody passes on the right because everyone keeps right except to pass.
When I was thinking of a festival I was expecting to pay outrageous parking fees and entrance fees, but we got there and just parked on the street, no entrance fees and no problems.
The festival reminded me of Kennywood. There was a hammer where you pound it to try and ring a bell. It turns out I am really weak. My prize for showcasing my profound weakness in public was a plastic flower. I cherished it until it reminded me that I am weak at which point I threw it away.
After this public display of weakness, we decided that we should ride a ride. I hate rollercoasters and any ride that gives me a feeling that I could die. Of course the ride that was decided on went really high in the air and spun in circles. My favorite. I could write an entire essay on my feeling of rides, but I will say that I still hate amusement park rides. For anyone reading these blogs in chronological order and keeping track at home, this was the third time I felt like died on the trip.
The festival games were a little bit different than in America. Instead of throwing balls at milk jugs to knock them down, the festival has booths where you kicked a soccer ball to knock down jugs. It reminded me that in the US kids play games like football and baseball where we throw and in Germany they grow up playing soccer.
I had some fries, Derek had a burger and AJ had a foot (meter?) long bratwurst. Typical festival food. There was a concert as part of the festival and they played a mixture of American and German music. There were tons of people dancing and having a good time. It was a wonderful end to my time in Germany.