July 17, 2011
My French/German/American weekend

Bastille Day in Strasbourg was the most amazing fireworks show I’ve ever seen. It even trumped the 4th of July show in L.A., and there were multiple ones going on at the same time! I think I enjoyed this particular show so much because of how close we were to the action.

I also learned not to try and find any restaurants near the fireworks site that will serve you without a reservation. I watched the show with Levin and Ashley, who drove all the way from their home in Germany to spend time with me this weekend! Later that evening, we munched on doners and headed to Selestat for a Cradle of Filth concert.

I’m no stranger to concerts, but I’m particularly proud of having survived this one because I was wearing sandals. A poor choice of shoes, of course, because I’m stupid and somehow completely forgot to wear concert-appropriate shoes. In addition, the standing crowd area was completely MUD. The type of mud that sinks down on your weight and then cakes on your feet/shoes. I’m not a fan of their music, but the energy was really contagious, and the banter between the band and the audience was entertaining.

Before we went back to Strasbourg, two really drunk French guys started to make conversation with us. He picked up on my American accent right away and wanted to know what we were doing in Selestat. He just couldn’t comprehend that we were here for the music festival! He referred to Selestat as “the asshole of France”. Poor Selestat.

The next day, I showed Levin and Ashley a little bit around Strasbourg. The most touristy parts, of course. They really enjoyed the cathedral and Petite France. I can now say that I’ve finally had Alsatian choucroute, but I was disappointed that it is exactly like sauerkraut. Not that sauerkraut isn’t delicious. For dinner, I was kidnapped back to Germany, where I got to eat delicious J√§gerschnitzel in a castle. I liked it. A lot.

Levin and Ashley also gave me a little taste of America by taking me on base. I was so happy to eat buffalo wings in a restaurant that gave free refills and cokes with ice. It’s the little things that make me happy. I also had a cinnabon and a bag of cheetos. Tim said I should have held out until I go back home, but flamin’ hot cheetos!

Flamin’ hot cheetos.

I partook in some antics at their house, the evidence of which can be found on my facebook. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

Thanks for the awesome weekend, Touchstons!