Germany

Austin and I walked around Wuppertal on Tuesday night, drinking beers, eating pizza, and having a good time.  Things took and interesting turn when, on our last beer of the night, an old German man started buying us shots of some nasty anise liquor.  Long story short, we stumbled.

Wednesday, we ate potatoes and went to Dusseldorf.  We attempted to watch the sun set over the Rhine (clouds interfered).  We chilled in a brewery and lamented the absence of our modmates.  We found an Irish pub, where Austin acquired the nickname Liam from a drunk who was enjoying Oasis on the jukebox.  We admired home appliances and decor in storefronts, and wished we had chic home to decorate, and the money to decorate it with.

On Thursday, Charles showed up, as did Turkey Day.  We ate an obscene amount of food at Tobi's apartment (bitchin' apartment).  It's very difficult for me to articulate how completely and totally wonderful it was to see Bryce and Charles and Austin and Kate and Jon and Luna and everyone else all at once.  Check out Kate's blog for pictures.  It was amazing.

Friday, and another trip to Dusseldorf.  This time, for Christmas markets, and gluhwein.  It was a freezing and jolly beginning of the Christmas season.  Later that night, we went to a hookah bar where Luna works.  I had to leave early, to spend 12 of the worst hours of my life on trains, planes, and automobiles, making my way back to Derry.

I guess holidays and reunions and gluhwein wouldn't be as sweet if we had them all the time...