That’s how I speak German. I just stick random (and probably incorrect words) into English sentences and hope for the best. Also, I add -en to the ends of English words, or switch ‘th’ for ‘d’ and just pretend that’s good enough. It’s a very scientific and exacting study of German that I’m doing. Ahem.
This week was pretty interesting. I went from not having been out at night in Nürnberg at all, to having gone out twice this week. Both times resulted in me not getting home until 4 in the morning, and spending the following day trying to scrape myself off the couch. I didn’t even have the energy today to pack for vacation until about 30 minutes ago. I’m hopping a train in a short eight hours and heading to the heart of Bavaria and Oktoberfest ridiculousness. I’m sure I’ll have a full and detailed report on the state of lederhosen and Maß Biere when I return, but until then, here’s a shot from last year….
This was inside the Löwenbräu tent, and I can’t be certain, but the arms in the air indicate that the song was more than likely “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes. However, they do not play the whole song, only the opening bars… and everyone does the German equivalent of a Jersey-Shore fist pump. They play this song snippet roughly every five songs. And after a few more hours, it looks like this….
Good times. Provided I make it home, there will be more to come next weekend!