Seems like the moment the heavy winter coats hit the basement, the snow boots hidden, and we have switched to light jackets, it is inevitable here in Germany that some street will be blocked off on any given weekend to host a festival. Who doesn't love nice weather, a street filled with the smells of wursts and waffles cooking, the sound of bands playing, champagne bubbling and balloons popping. (and we all know what sound comes after that)
You can feel all of the happy energy here when the weather is de-frosted and people shed a few layers. But these festivities tend to be a bit dangerous for me not only because they include some type of street fare that must hit my lips but also because I don't understand what many of the vendors are saying to me...therefore nod in response... and end of walking around with a bag full of brochures promoting their local business. This past weekend, our little village blocked its streets, opened the shops on Sunday and welcomed us and our friends to come join...and of course, I went home with both a full stomach and bag of brochures.
Looks like a ton of fun!!!!! i would probably weigh three hundred pounds from all the great food if I was there!!!!! love,m:)
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