This particular evening was filled with fire and festival-ness. The internet here is a little spotty so I was unable to write about this sooner. But now the signal is strong, so I will type quickly to update my post. Life in Germany is full of adventures!
Right. Onto how crazy Germans are.
There was a wine festival this past weekend. Wine country is a 1/2 hour away by car and I figured, Hey! Might as well go out and have some local wine. Sunday night Melissa and I ventured out. We figured out our tram (holy moly we went out of the Dresden zone) and went for it. An hour plus later we finally arrive in Radebul. Everything looks pretty standard, a festival is a festival right? So we order a fantastic pizza cracker thing, buy a plastic cup of wine, watch the locals, say “Ohio” to a couple Germans (haha! isn’t it funny that this means hello in Chinese?) and then decide its time to trek out to the “Grand Finale”, whatever that means.
I will tell you what “that” means: Large wooden constructions on fire, fire breathers, fire jugglers, fire dancers, fire twirlers, oh, and puppets, costumes, music and lots of Germans. My view might not have been the best seat in the field, but I got the picture.
The music was fun and the scenery was very quickly engulfed by flames…sounds like a successful night to me! After such a powerful display of the un-tamed fury of fire, Melissa and I decided to call it a night. We spent the entirety of the tram ride home studying our German so as to better understand the display we had witnessed. I am sorry to say that learning how to say “I” (Ich), “you” (du), “he” (er), “she” (sie), “they” (sie), and “it” (es) did not help.