SAVE THE FEST FOR LAST? NOT ON YOUR LIFE
You can’t drink all day–unless you start in the morning.
This motto could serve as our guide as we tour through Germany wading through World Cup madness.
An early start is mandatory as we need the time to meet what seems like the entire world in Koln. We have had drinks with the Mexicans, Swedes, Polish, French, Japanese, Argentines, Brazilians, Spanish, Italians, Portugese, Australians, the omnipresent English and one Ecuadorian. A dozen or so Americans–all dressed like Elvis–stormed the town on Saturday. Some looked like the svelte young Elvis but most looked like the fat, cape-wearing, Las Vegas Elvis.
The Germans are famous for their sausage, and so far the World Cup is one giant sausage party. The only girls we’ve seen are on leaflets coaxing us to visit the “Nite Club.” But we’re too smart for that. I learned my lesson years ago in Milan, but that’s another story (Ask me about it sometime. It’s a good one.)
One more day in Koln and we are off to Gelsenkirchen to finally see the U.S. play. The outcome will change the complexion of the trip. A win and we will celebrate until Kaiserslautern (the American’s next game, against Italy); a loss and … let’s not worry about that yet.
