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Molly and I are in recovery mode after one of our best weekends here in Germany. It was one of those weekends where you wake up feeling somewhat nervous because you just may have slept with someone’s wife or thrown poop at your neighbor.

We didn’t do either (I’m pretty sure) but definitely had a gay old time.

We hosted a small gathering of pretty much everyone we know (approximately 12.5 people) Friday, and rocked the house, literally. A few people brought guitars and everyone else chimed in with ukuleles, bongos, a harmonica and even a wooden xylophone. The crazy thing was the music got better as the night wore on …

At one point, Blue, our friend’s dog, opened the door, let himself and Sky out, and somehow got into the neighbor’s house too.

The next day five of us went to a Bockbierfest in Sorghof, a really small town just outside Vilseck.

According to legend (and the flyer a co-worker sent me), in 1650 some beer-brewing monks weren’t sure if they should be drinking beer during Lent, so they sent a keg of bockbier to the Pope. By the time it arrived, the beer had soured, and the Pope got sick when he drank it. He decided people should drink bockbier during Lent as penance so … 350 years later we were in Sorghof representin’.

The video below will give you a little flavor, but imagine six rows of tables in the church fellowship hall with music (accordion & guitar) at one end and dancing at the other. Except this church serves really strong beer, brats and sauerkraut.

Thanks to our German class we could pick up one word out of every 20-30 words, but we’re blaming that on dialect issues. We definitely got a healthy dose of German culture and had a blast laughing heartily at jokes we couldn’t understand even when translated.