Yesterday Travis, Will and I caught a train to Nuremberg for the day. Nuremberg is a magnificent city, full of history, located west of us in Bavaria. The city is known for being the location of major Nazi-Party rallies held in the late 1930's to the early 1940's at the height of the Third Reich. However, there is much more to Nuremberg's history than this. It also known for an incredible Christmas market, many notable artists, and these little sausages called Nürnberger Rostbratwürste. Very tasty, I must say. We stopped at a small restaurant in the heart of town and enjoyed a few ourselves.
On the train to Nuremberg, we were confronted at our seats by a girl with three pink roses. She spoke quickly, I couldn't understand anything she said, and when she was finished speaking handed each of us one of the roses. She then realized, by the baffled looks on our faces, that we had no idea what was going on. She then, in English, told us that she was riding the train with a group of friends and one of them was a bride to be. She explained it was an old tradition to have strangers, handsome young men of course, to deliver the future bride roses on the train ride to her bachelorette party. So we marched down the isle, pink roses in hand, and delivered them to the bride.
A little while later, after we had returned to our seats, all the girls showed up again and handed each of us a shot of berry-schnapps. We had to drink them, at 10am, with the future bride. This was the second part of the old tradition. The Germans are funny.
School starts tomorrow, except I still feel like I am on vacation. I'm sure sitting in class from 9am to 4pm should bring me back to reality.
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