So this weekend I met up with Thorsten and we drove out to his place for dinner. En route, we stopped at Walhalla, which is a building made to look like a Greek temple. Hopefully this link works to the photo album -- send me an email if you can't access it. The view from it was beautiful and the changing leaves brought me back to a trip that Ben, Will, Sara and I made outside Montreal last year. Walhalla houses busts of famous Germans, and a new one is added every year. I think a measure of your German history could be how many of those people you could give a three-sentence description about. (For the record, I would fail.)
Nearby the Walhalla are ruins of an old fortress that was destroyed by the Swedes hundreds of years ago. There are plans to rebuild it but for now, it's pretty impressive.
The rest of the night consisted of about 700g of steak, potatoes, Winter Festbier, and shots of Wörthebitter. This is a drink that is sold (no lie) at a pharmacy. This must be a village joke (the village's name is Wörthe) that this is a medicine that will cure you of anything. For reference, it will NOT cure you in advance of a hangover. I stayed there the night and they kindly drove me back on Sunday.
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