Bavarian Fever

So Bavaria is basically the Texas of Germany, you wear a lot of traditional clothes, you talk weird, your flag is on every corner, and you have a lot of pride of where you're from. Well, I can honestly say that I have Bavarian Fever... I absolutely love this place! Nothing better than a Bavarian Brezel next to the Isar River while sipping my Apfel Schorle just after a long bike ride through the forest. I'm livin' the life. Anyway I'm not just rambling and wasting your time, but I am going to share with you a few photos of my day at a festival (forgot the name).

Antique German Old Man

Hector and Books

Gnome for Jennifer

Some German Warriors who were looking for someone to tie up and throw in the river... or something like that, I couldn't quite understand.

Male Model Hair.

In Honor of Fritz Reiter

Some antique spoils... obviously stolen from those who have passed on...

Viele Leute. Viel Spass.

Corn. Something only a pregnant lady could get so excited about.

Hector's new Bavarian Kitchen Decor. Nothin' like a boar above your head and a piece of bacon on the stove.

Steinin' it up.

Now that's a Jukebox Hero.

A sweet old Tram still in use we happened to grab up on our way home.

So I have never gotten off at the Karlzplatz Bahnhof... it use to be all ghetto when they were redoing it, but now its all swank and I spent about 5 minutes staring at the ceiling.