So how’d I end up at a beer fest? Well, I live in Germany, the land of strong brew.
It was very last minute, meaning, I found out about it as we were walking to the car after church. I totally expected some Taco Bell, as we normally eat at the PX food court after church. We headed to Mainz and parked right by the main strip (and that parking only cost us 10.50€, or about $15… gasp). The food at fests is amazing. I took a really good picture of my Frikadelle only to accidentally delete it while sitting at the table. Matt ate a steak on bread and the boys had pretzels topped with cheese and ham. We also enjoyed ice cream and donut-pretzels. And popcorn. And I had this amazingly tasty treat… Um. YUM!
Those are floating strawberries. YUM!
Trying to ignore the fact that the very next morning I had to drop her off at the airport. She'll be gone a month. (As I type this, she's somewhere over the US closing in on a 10 hour flight. With a baby. And her husband is here in Germany still working, to join them later this week. You can say a prayer for her if you want!)
Her husband liked his tiny beer. For those who have never experienced this type of fest, they serve these small ones so you can get several different kinds. Too bad I just don't like beer.
Two of my sweethearts.
A lot of our friends ended up coming, though we know a few had already made it to the PX and started lunch. Maybe the next fest we'll take up 4 tables instead of 3!
"Can we read, please?"
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