Jan
24
2009

The Last Thing We Did on Our Christmas Vacation

While I have not posted in a few weeks, it was not because I didn’t want to. I really really did. However, I have been living in a wireless wasteland for the past several weeks, hence the lack of contact. And, while my current living quarters are still a wireless wasteland, everything else is magical. We just moved into our very own apartment here in Budapest, and it feels great. It makes everything feel much more real. I will be posting photos of the new place very soon, but until then, I MUST finish this Christmas Vacation recap if it kills me. And the end of this particular vacation almost DID kill me, as you will soon see….

Once we left beautiful Switzerland, we drove back to Munich on New Year's Eve. Once we got settled into our hotel, we headed out to one of the most famous brewhouses in Munich (and maybe...THE WORLD...).

Once we left beautiful Switzerland, we drove back to Munich on New Year's Eve. Once we got settled into our hotel, we headed out to one of the most famous brewhouses in Munich. However, it seemed that everyone else in Munich had come up with the same dinner plans for the evening and we had to wait in line for 1.5 hours just to get in. Considering that impatience runs in my family, we were all pretty upbeat, despite the frigid temperatures and the frostbite on our toes.

The line would stay at a standstill for 30 minutes, until some powers-that-be opened the little rope and 30 people would run towards the doors like they were running with the bulls. As our turn approached, we got in our ready position, although none of us knew why we had to be so "ready". Little did we know what we were in for.

The line would stay at a standstill for 30 minutes, until some powers-that-be would move the rope and 30 people would run towards the doors like they were running with the bulls. As our turn approached, we got in our ready position, although none of us knew why we had to be so "ready". Little did we know what we were in for.

As we smashed through the doors our ears were flooded with the sound of what seemed like thousands of drunk people singing their favorite drinking songs. There was no host/hostess at the front so we just followed the running crowd towards the back of the restaurant, which was at least a quarter-mile back.

As we smashed through the doors our ears were flooded with the sound of what seemed like thousands of drunk people singing their favorite drinking songs. There was no host/hostess at the front so we just followed the running crowd towards the back of the restaurant, which was at least a quarter-mile back. We slowly began to realize that this place was every man for himself, that is, we were going to have to shove our way into a table. The blood slowly ran from my mother's face. Luckily, stubbornness and determination also run in my family, so we split up in pairs in search of a table. I am pleased to report that I was the conqueress (is that a word?).

And here is what I found: the college-aged Italian section. Contrary to the look on this guy's face, I have never seen such a happy group. They came up from Florence for the day just to come to this restaurant. Our guide to this world of young Italian men was a guy named Fabio. I am not kidding. He basically explained to us why Italians--specifically those from Florence--were the best creatures on earth. Based on his significant inhebriation, I believe he thought he was right.

And here is what I found: the college-aged Italian section. Contrary to the look on this guy's face, I have never seen such a happy group. They came up from Florence for the day just to come to this restaurant. Our guide to this world of young Italian men was a guy named Fabio. I am not kidding. He basically explained to us why Italians--specifically those from Florence--were the best creatures on earth. Based on his significant inebriation , I believe he thought he was right.

We ate our food throughout thunderous renditions of "Sweet Home Alabama", the Italian national anthem, and many many others.

We ate our food throughout thunderous renditions of "Sweet Home Alabama", the Italian national anthem, and many many others. However, the food and the drinks were amazing and I haven't had that much fun in a long time.

We left the restaurant at about 11:45, heading towards one of the many public squares in Munich. Instead of the highly calculated, lawsuit-proof fireworks displays we have in the U.S., Germany prefers to let its citizens take their lives into their own hands. The general populace takes over the streets on New Year's Eve and sets them on fire. Everyone, from little kids to old men, come out with their displays. Those with smaller affairs stay on the side streets, basically throwing firecrackers at passersby.

We left the restaurant at about 11:45, heading towards one of the many public squares in Munich. Instead of the highly calculated, lawsuit-proof fireworks displays we have in the U.S., Germany prefers to let its citizens take their lives into their own hands. The general populace takes over the streets on New Year's Eve and sets them on fire. Everyone, from little kids to old men, come out with their displays. Those with smaller affairs stay on the side streets, basically throwing firecrackers at passersby. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of lost eyes on this night.

Those crazy dudes (and they are all over the world) who buy the "Arsenal Packs" of fireworks head towards the public squares to show off their stuff. After we made it throught the streets, we gathered with again what seemed like thousands of people at the square. The fireworks in thes picture? All just amateurs blowing stuff up. It was the best display I have ever seen.

Those crazy dudes (and they are all over the world) who buy the "Arsenal Packs" head towards the public squares to show off their stuff. After we made it through the streets, we gathered with, again, what seemed like thousands of people at the square. The fireworks in this picture? All just amateurs blowing stuff up. It was the best display I have ever seen.

This video will explain everything. Check out the dudes with the champange bottles near the end of the video. Classic.

I think think picture illustrates perfectly why I like Germany. They let you have a little fun but then it all gets cleaned up in neat little piles by the next morning.

I think think picture illustrates perfectly why I like Germany. You are allowed to have a little fun but then it's all cleaned up into neat little piles by the next morning.

Written by Laura in: Slide Shows,Vacations |

3 Comments »

  • Jimmy

    Nice story. I can imagine it with just me and Carla, but not with kids or parents in tow.

    Comment | January 25, 2009
  • Brooke 'Lindquist' Marshall

    It sounds like it will be night to always remember. If I was forced to go to a resturant like that, where you have to fight for a table, I would want you by my side. Thanks for writing! I missed hearing about you.

    Comment | January 26, 2009
  • The SFalls connection

    hey young punk, just watch the comment about “parents in tow”. It just so happens we’re friends with Laura’s parents and we are doing a parent swap next Christmas! Don’t put any ideas into their heads or restrictions on who you would imagine they should or shouldn’t be with. Parents are cool. Parents gave you birth. Parents are the best. We just want to go to Budapest. (Jimmy, we might even allow you to join our pseudo trip, that is, if you’re cool) Laugh, laugh, good comeback to your comment… maybe a bit over the top.

    Comment | January 29, 2009

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