Hangin' with my cousin, American Sports Bar and working out

A few days ago, I was finally able to break away from the evil grasp that Big-E and BK have on me and I went out with one of my cousins to a "festival' as they call it. It was pretty sick. They had live bands there and a ton of beer (first song I heard when I was there was a cover of Thunderstruck , so I knew it was gonna be good). I even saw a 10 year old kid smokin' a cig and drinkin' a Becks. Not that I'm judging, but he's probably more of a man than I am.

Anyway, it was a great experience. I met a few of Sabrina's (the cousin) friends and they were pretty cool. I was surprised because a couple of them spoke english and were really good at it! The cops are actually really weird here. The group I was with were all of legal age here and they kept asking us if we were drinking because they were gonna kick us out. However, 50 feet away from us there was that 10 year old drinking and smoking a cig and the cops didn't bother him at all.

Profiling.

Sabrina's friends came up with the idea of going to the "American Sports Bar" that was right around the corner, so naturally, I followed.

The first thing I saw when I walked in was a Buffalo Bills' flag (Authors side note: the Buffalo Bills rock!), a Michael Jordan poster and a picture of Magic Johnson doing his famous hook-shot (which also rocked because it was against the Boston Celtics).

One of Sabrina's friends said I had to drink a Corona with him because it was his favorite "American beer" (Author's opinion on beer: it's not American and I cringed because Budweiser was on the menu, but he didn't want it), so I agreed. I mean, he said he was buying, why wouldn't I?

So I finished that and we decided to leave. The place was legit. They had huge TVs and had posters of sports teams from every major sport.

Different story.

I worked out today. That was a trip in itself. I went with another cousin to the gym, which I didn't mind. If I don't do some sort of exercise, my heart will probably explode. When we first walked through the door, we weren't even in the gym. We had to go through some gate to let us in. When we tried to open the gate, it was locked. I had to crawl underneath the gate.

Awesome. I knew this was gonna be an experience.

I walked in and I looked around. I'm not even gonna joke around with this one, it literally looked like I was in an episode of Miami-Vice. The equipment was painted pink and there were two guys in there with a ton of gel in their hair (Jersey Shore in Germany?). I walked into the "locker room" and they had a fountain in it. Not a drinking fountain. A fountain. There were neon lights strapped to it and there was a ton of bubbles. I have no idea why that would be in a gym. But it was.

So I got started. I worked out my shoulders, while my cousin did...abs? I'm not really sure what he did. I think he just stared at me and judged me. Whatever. I did my workout and I was happy.

After all of that I went on the Rhine again. This time, I was on a boat. That was pretty cool. Pictures should be up some-what soonish. We went out to dinner after the boat ride. I'm not gonna lie, everyone was ridiculous. I was just drinkin' wine and having a good time with my family, something I'm not really used to.

But this was just sort of a mini-blog that Sabrina told me to put up. I'm sorry I don't have a crazy story to put up, but, I'm having a great time in Germany and I'm starting to learn a little bit of the language!

Scary.

The Rhine RIver

So today I visited the Rhine River with my family. Which was pretty cool. The Rhine, the longest river in Germany, has a lot of history to it.

We were on the eastern bank of the Rhine near St. Goarshausen, Germany, where the Loreley used to sit.

This is how the story goes...

Loreley used to be some chick who sat on a rock, wave her hair and sing. Her singing would distract seamen (haha see what I did there?) and thus crashing their boats into the riverbed. Apparently she was really hot and a wicked good singer. There are many different versions of the story, but this is the most popular one.

Anyway, it was pretty cool seeing something like that. All we really have where I'm from is Chittenango Creek and the Canal. Which, don't get me wrong, both of them rock. But, this was crazy. There were castles and just old-school looking houses along the River.

After gawking at the river, we went to dinner. We ended up at some little restaurant. Naturally, my uncle got some wine and we all drank it. The restaurant makes their own wine so that was pretty cool. When it was time to order, I told my mom I wanted a steak. I wanted to compare Germany's steak to the good ole' US of A's steak.

When it came down to it, I would give the win to America. But that's because I'm a little biased. I will say, though, that the french fries here are a hell of a lot better than in America. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the fact that they bath the fries in salt. Now, I know what you're saying, "BK and McDonalds does that." Not like here. These fries are seriously the greatest thing since the wienerschnitzel. I might not even bring alcohol from Germany back to the states. I'm just gonna bring the Deutsche fries.

I've noticed that Germans love salt and raw meat. I have no idea why. It's just how it is. (Author's gross note: Next week, when we all get together again, some of the family is gonna eat just raw hamburger meat. Mmmm get it in ya)

Loreley waving her luscious locks...