After breakfast we took Tilly down to the Pilsener Brewery and loaded her up with beer and loot! Next stop on the list, Germany! Specifically Nuremburg, Germany; more specifically, Nuremburg Castle! The youth hostel we stayed in was INSIDE the castle with nice, recently updated rooms. Ken and Matt's room was ridiculously hard to find, we had to have the receptionist show us where it was. Turns out you turn left upon exiting the elevator then take the stairs to the portal of mismarked exits, dead lift an iron door, descend the spiral staircase abyss, arrive at platform nine and three quarters and wallah! "your destination is on your left". Alternatively you could just use the door with direct access to the outside but that's not as much fun, or exercise.
Four out of our seven group members went to the underground beer tour while Brian and I went down to Nuremburg's Saturday market where we met up with Ken. The sun was at its zinth and hot so we stopped t a small table for a sorbet break. Mango, apple, watermelon, apricot, and lemon sorbet with a wild card thrown in for good measure, orange softserve yogurt. Be jealous. The three of us poked around in the booths and shops for awhile before deciding to head back to the hostel for dinner with everyone.
Lessons of the day: learn how to navigate nonsensical directions through an ancient castle, it may come in handy some day-- restaurants with outside eating areas typically provide blankets for guests at no charge, lesson is, even if you never use said blanket Do Not put it back in the clean blanket bucket, other guests will scowl.
Day eighteen. Frankfurt, Germany.
The Nuremberg castle has cool rooms and cool history but it comes with a 'not Bridget friendly' breakfast, I was disappointed. Too many dairy based foods. Because we had not gone on the evening beer tour, Ken, Brian and I went on the morning tour. Turns out they only provide one English tour per week and we had luck on our side! The tour was pretty neat, we got to see how the beer was kept cool during summer and how it was brewed. There was also a bit of history on the tunnel's use as storage for Germany's great arts during WWII. Overall a cool underground tour.
We hit the road and arrived in Frankfurt at about dinner time. As a herd, we started walking towards downtown fully expecting to find some dinner options quickly. How could our little dinner hunt go wrong? Sunday evening early closures took half of the food options away, and the World Cup took the rest. No one had any availabilities for seven people. After the herd became 'hangry' (hungry+angry) we found a Persian restaurant and a pizza place. We split up, ate food and rejoined each other after the 'hangry-ness' feelings had passed.
Back at the hotel we drank our Pilsner beer and watched the World Cup. When Germany scored their goal we turned the TV off and listened to the streets erupt in a roar of cheering and firecrackers. Brian, Matt and I walked back downtown to join in the celebration. Brian wore his German flag like a cape, he instantly became very popular.
People were being crazy downtown! Cars were getting rocked side to side by hordes of drunk people, flags were everywhere, people screaming and cheering all over the streets, and so many people were hanging out of car windows and sunroofs. Even the police joined in the crazyness! The noise of the night was defaning.
Lessons of the day: hangry Dorans are not a pleasant sight-- Germans love their football (soccer)
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