Last night Mike and were supposed to meet Patricia and Stefan for something that was described to us as something where ‘there are fireworks, and stands for food – and beer’. But it started pouring so hard that we were unable to make the time when we were going to meet them. Luckily, it cleared up and we found are way to the park after some wandering down a park, under and overpass, and over train tracks. Seriously. But we got there, walked around and were unable to find them. So naturally, we had a beer and waited.

And although we never ran into them, the fireworks were really nice. It was about a 15 minute show with some big ones, and variety – an average 4^th of July show in a small town I would say. So even though it was the 8^th and not the 4^th, Mike and I had our 4^th of July fireworks. In Germany. At a carnival. With beer!