...knew the weekend was going to be good Friday evening.

Dinner on Friday night was in a tavern in a small town. I was with Matthias and Tom, who had headed out of Regenburg to visit their hometowns. When we dropped Tom off, his father suggested we grab dinner near their place. There was a group of guys playing cards at the large central table and the waitress, dressed in a typical Bavarian outfit, had come over to get our drink order. Everyone else ordered and I was furiously scanning the beer list, trying to decide which would be best when she piped up, "Bock bier?" Bock beer wasn't on the menu. But with happy eyes I turned to her, "ja, bitte!" She said something that my friends later translated as, "yah, you looked like you wanted the bock." The rest of the weekend followed suit.

I can't really recap the whole weekend. I visited another Bauerndisco (perhaps the most similar English translation would be redneck bar), enjoyed a (n almost) traditional Weisswurst breakfast, saw Salzburg, went skiing in the Austrian alps, drove on an autobahn, and ate wiener schnitzel.

The Alps were definitely the coolest part. I have to admit that I had more adrenaline in my body that day than I have had in months. I have never skiied in anything like them (i.e. Blue Mountain in Ontario is nothing like Saalbach).

And I really have to thank the Emmrich's for their hospitality. Not only was the house really nice, the home cooked food was delicious and the red wine didn't stop.