It always strikes me as odd that we seldom take advantage of the wonders of the world right in our neighborhood. Okay, in my case, the state of Oregon, but unless we have company coming, there always seems to be reasons not to get out and check out some pretty awesome stuff nearby.
Mt. Angel, an hour south of Portland, is home to the World Famous Oktoberfest. They might not have invented it, but it is easily one of the largest in the United States. The town has 3,500 permanent residents, and most own lederhosen or dirndls.. Every September, the city roars to life and 350,000 people descend on the tiny town. The town may be small, but it boasts more giant beer halls than you can imagine. Huge, permanent structures, they each have bands, dance floors, and rows and rows of tables. All of which, of course, can hold gallons of beer.
We attended years ago, when we had six small kids. My memories are of corn on the cob, dipped in butter, and trying not to lose the children. People packed shoulder to shoulder is a great place to misplace short family members, and that’s all I can recall. This time, we came as two old farts, looking for a good time. And found it!
This will be a short paragraph on Day 10. We woke up late, ate, rested, ate again and read our books. The previous four days had been an energy sucking (but fun) experience, and we were ready to relax.
We had thought we had two days at sea and then would be in Berlin. Wrong! We had one day to Berlin. This took the wind out of my sails a bit; I was really looking forward to two days of rest. This cruise has had a lot of stops. I know there is a possibility that I won’t be returning, so I feel compelled to get in as much as possible. Doesn’t always make for a relaxing vacation – but I can be a inactive at home. This is my chance to see a bit of our world. That’s why a Sea Day is lovely – it is a chance to recoup from the previous days adventures – and the couch is there for me to curl up on with my book.
Day 11 – Berlin
George has decided to pass on Berlin and explore the local sites of Warnemunde and Rostock, which is a 15 minute train ride. Rostock has the oldest continuing university in Europe, founded in 1419. Both cities were heavily bombed in WWI and WWII, because of naval and aerial factories. When Rostock went to rebuild their city center, they chose a happy Swedish village model for their architecture, in order to take the focus away from the grim past. Continue reading “Days 11 & 12 Scandinavia – Berlin, Germany – It Was the Best of Times and the Wurst of Times”