It is pure happenstance that I’m sleeping across the way from an old man. Across the aisle, he slips his suitcase beneath the bed and pulls out a bottle of Pilsner. “Smart man,” I say, smiling and nodding at him. I’m still a little bit buzzed from Oktoberfest. “Just a few sips before bed,” he [...] Read more »
Oktoberfest glows far below the grand church steeple, its carnival secondary only to beer. For more blotto pictures of Germany, click here. “Oh man, I love Germany,” Matt tells me. The trains are flowing like beer at Oktoberfest: quickly, freely, and with a regularity that’s both beautiful for its efficiency and scary for its monumental [...] Read more »
The gate of Dachau reads, “ARBEIT MACHT FREI.” It means, “work will set you free.” For more pictures of Dachau and Germany, click here. “Not yet. Not yet, Ben,” I tell myself. I can feel the tears welling up. “You’ve still got more to see.” Only 20 minutes ago did I walk through the gate [...] Read more »