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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 4th of July show in a small town I would say. So even though it was the 8th and not the 4th, Mike and I had our 4th of July fireworks. In Germany. At a carnival. With beer!
EuroCup 2008 Finals! A great night at Alt Tubingen included all you can eat pancakes (savory, sweet & too many) and bier. A bunch of people from the ZMBP came and we took up three tables. Three tables of excited and painted up (including Mike & Gretel) scientists ready for some fun (and hopefully a victory).
The place was packed, and while it may not have been the best played match, it was incredibly exciting. The best thing about experiencing Euro2008 is feeling the passion that everyone else has for each match, for the players, for the outcome is infectious. Du bist Deutschland (you are Germany) as the commercial says. I want to be German in these times – and I paint myself as though am – even though I’m an American away from home.
After Germany won the match, we headed down to the Neckar for the street party. In-sane. I wish I had been able to take more pictures and video, because it was soooo cool. Energy, craziness, but I never felt scared – which may have been in part to all the guys from the ZMBP (they’re great! and cute!). It’s too bad that I won’t be able to see the championship with everyone, but imagine it will be great in Heidelberg as well – and it’ll be cool for my mom and aunt to experience the futbol fever. Like guys running (and riding their bikes) down the streets in-and-out of traffic completely decked out. Like traffic backing up. Like 100s (which will hopefully be thousands if all goes well on Sunday) of thrilled people. 
Lessons learned:
Say no to Kirschweissen. Although it’s very popular here (which is why I tried it) it tastes neither like Kirsch nor like weissen. Okay, and worth a try – not a .5L try though.
