Second of all, sorry I have no pictures right now; the magic of Oktoberfest made my phone kaputt :(
But anyways,
Ladies and gentleman. I just came home from, arguably, the greatest 8 days of my life.
Last Friday, I left for Berlin, and I fell in LOVE with Berlin. Spending my time in a city so full of life and energy made me feel like I was almost back in Chicago again (but with obviously a whole new kind of atmosphere). Going into East Berlin was also something special, as me and Eric, Ben and Gabi went to an Italian place there for lunch that was established by "Italian punks" some years past, and we got very cheap food for a very goof price. The capital is beautiful, and I'm so so so so SO lucky to have spent 4 days there.
However, I'd much rather talk about where I just came back from...Munich.
If I could be any alcoholic beverage, I would without a doubt be beer. Good beer, obviously. Beer is my kryptonite. Beer really is the nectar of the gods to me. Throughout my entire life, people have been surprised that I'm German. After all, I look Italian. Very Italian. My hair is dark, my eyes are dark, my tan is olive toned instead of golden...I have never once considered myself to be anything like a German, other than the fact that I've be considered Lutheran my whole life.
However, I embraced the Martin Luther quote that I learned in Wittenberg: “Whoever drinks beer is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!” this past weekend and, my God, I wish I had the phone to show the pictures. I finally feel like I understand that German part of me that I've been failing to feel my whole life when surrounded by so many welcoming people.
Lets just say the first place I went to, Lowenbrau, three Italian men waved me and my friend that I met at the hostel down, told us how beautiful we were, and bought us liters of beer. Now, I'm kicking myself for my phone breaking, because I had a video of me standing on a bench in Lowenbrau observing the crowd while drinking my beer, and then someone just kept on cheering me on...and finally...I had roughly 50 people surrounding me cheering me on to finish the liter of beer...shouting "CHUG CHUG CHUG" in a bunch of languages. Thank GOD I was wearing shorts under my dirndl while I was chugging, because some guys even jokingly looked up my skirt to see if I was "ein Mädchen (a girl)" and finally when I was done, everyone watching me down this liter of beer erupted into the biggest cheering fest I've ever heard in my life...because I chugged a beer/finished it without any breath/I was female. IT WAS MAGICAL. Then we hit up the Hacker tent....which also was too fun for words, as more and more men just kept on buying my beers. Also, fun fact, there is nothing hotter to me than a tell German boy in lederhosen. I can't even explain it. There's something about a boy/man in those short leather pants that will get me every time.
FOLLOWING THAT, me and my hostel roommate met up with her Hong Kong friends, and we went to the wonderful and infamous Hofbrauhaus Munich. Its there where I probably had the most fun, as I met a tall, smart, witting, multilingual, cunning, 27 year old Dutchman that I could talk about history and politics and, well, everything for hours. And yes, he bought me beers on beers on beers until the night ended. Unfortunately, after walking back from the train to drop off my new Dutch friend, my phone became kaputt and forever unrepairable (oh well)...but here a gem one of my new Hong Kong friends captured:
The next day, I bid adieu to my beloved quad room of Vanlisa, my Hong Kong friend, Ilan, an older man from Israel that called me his daughter, and someone else (we never exchanged names...but when I saw him at Oktoberfest later that day he drunkenly told me how hot I was) at the Meninger for the shady as hell Hangover Hospital; a place made up of tents with the theme of, naturally, a hospital. I was placed in a tent with 23 other guys. Luckily though, it was better than it sounds. About 10 of them were Americans from Union University in upstate New York studying in Prague this semester, and we talked about Dexter and greek life for about 3 hours, while the other 10 Dutch guys and 2 Canadians listened in and just asked questions about sorority life for the whole time after we were all back from Oktoberfest last night.
Them: "Chee-Omega? Was ist das?"
Me: "Its actually, Chi, like kye-omega"
Them: "Kiiiiiiiiii..........Kappa Omega"
Me: No no no "Kyeeeeeeeeee...."
Them: "CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEppa?"
Me: No KYE. KYE. Rhymes with eye, KYE-OMEGA"
Yeah that went on for awhile.
God. I had such a blast. I want to go back again within the next couple of years, let alone tomorrow, if possible.
But, after sleeping in that tent with a slew of random, snoring men last night, I must bid my adieus. Lets hope I get my hands on a new iPhone that *doesn't* cost 599 euro (HAHAHAHAHHHAHAhHAhahahaaaaaaaaa...) within the next few weeks.
Anyways, after sleeping in that ratchet ass tent last night in the freezing cold, I feel kinda sick, so I must bid my adieus.
Love you all!
xoxo,
Rachel :)
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