1001 Degrees Of Latino Heat!!!
Hello everyone, Shoot, Im losing myself sometimes trying to remember how things happened and in what order everything occurred. Hmmmm. Ok listen if my writing is ever too crazy or spastic sorry, if inspiration or emotions are not evident when I sit down to write then the stories may suffer. So anyhow, Ill get on with the story. Before leaving for Munich I tried to get a hold of the hospitaliy club member that had agreed to host me in the city, unfortunately I was unable to do so. Her name is Larissa and she had not answered any of my emails for a couple of weeks. I figured if worst came to worst I would stay in a hostel for a couple of days cut my time short in Munich and head to Austria where another Hcer had agreed to host me. Arriving in Munich I made it my personal mission to find one of the mythic hostels. MYTHIC HOSTELS: In my travels I have come across many a traveler that tell tales of hostels that are like a paradise. These hostles have bars, the rooms are cheap, the staff is young and energetic and there are tons of hot girls prancing around the place. I happened to be choosing the worst hostels it seemed so I decided in the train that in Munich I was going to find one of these mythic hostels even if I had to walk all day and night to do so. I found a place sort of. The potential was there, the people werent. There were a few people in thier 20s and about 200 14 year old kids from Germany on a school trip or something. There was a bar. There was a pool table. There was clean rooms and friendly staff, but everything was empty. Cant have it all, It was alright with me thoughI like to hunt for my prey anyway. In my room there were six beds. One guy from Pasadena. there was a German girl and a Thailand girl in my room and from the get go I was talking my head off. I guess being cooped up in Nuremburg really got to me because I was telling some tall tales. Its funny how stories can sometimes take on a life of thier own and in doing so the story often ends up being better then the reality. I told these girls about how I nearly died in Southern France during the fistfight. After standing up for a helpless girl that was being harassed by a gang of Frenchies I was surrounded and nearly killed. I survived the onslaught of punches and kicks and knocked out nearly every French person in the village, then I threw the Girlie over my shoulder and carried her to a waterfall where she massaged my wounds... they liked my story. So did I. I ended up hitting the town with the dude from Pasadena. I had heard stories about Munich being a party city but from what I found it wasnt. Me and this guy went to a street that was lined with bars and came to find that on Mondays the bars close at 1. Oh well back to the hostel it is then. The next day, I decided to call Larissa one last time and ta da she left a message for me on her answering machine. I got her cell phone gave her a call and bam we were meeting later that day in the city center. In the city center I did a free walking tour. The first tour I have done. It may be my last as well. It was very informative but I hate feeling like a tourist and the tour guides do a good job of making everyone feel like a tourist. It also doesnt help be surrounded by a bunch of tourist either. The tour guides are so damn cheesy they got all these dumb jokes and they act all excited and happy. Its annoying after a while. There came a point when I was getting an itching to put the tour guide in the Mississippi Craw daddy pinch just to get him to shut the hell up. I just left instead and didnt leave a tip. There is a big clock in the center of the city thats suppossed to be interesting but isnt, a famous market that is really cool, beer halls. I didnt even go to one. They are just big bars. Beer gardens. didnt go to one. Two of my days in Munich were a wasted. One day I spent traveling the metro losing my bankcard and handling that stuff. Today was wasted because I got caught up with a Spanish girl and some plans that were suppossed to work out did not work out. So gay. I am digressing now I know. Back to the storyline... The main purpose in visiting Munich was to visit Dachau concentration camp. It is located in the suburbs of the city. It took nearly a whole day to visit Dachau. The Camp is full of history and there is so much too see, there is also a museum that has so much information it is hard not to spend a whole day in the place. Im happy that I visited Dachau, it is an amazing and sad place to visit. Dachau was the first labor camp that the Nazis established. This was done in 1933 and was initially used to house political prisoners of the National Socialist (Communist) forcing them to perform manual labor and be re-educated. Dachau was generally a labor camp and in this way differed from many other concentration camps that were really extermination centers. An interesting fact about the war and the concentration camps. The camps actually became a necessity, not as killing centers but as labor centers to carry out the war. The Nazi strategy during the war was blitzkrieg or lighting war meaning the germans would attack rapidly and nearly nonstop in thier offensive movements covering lots of ground but at the same time eating up mass quantaties of fuel, food, weapons and various other necessities. The Germans lacked the manpower to build the materials they needed for the war as most of thier men were soldiers. The answer to this problem was to use slave labor. Increasinlgy the German war machine grew to be dependent on this labor, this dependence turned out to be one of the failures of Blitzkrieg warfare. Dachau was a labor center however 90,000 prisoners died there. The gas chambers were never used in mass killings but were used to kill individual prisoners. Near the ovens are mass graves and a killing field. The killing field is where prisoners were made to stand and then were shot, along this field is a a blood ditch. There are accounts in the museum of survivors as well as American soldiers that liberated the camp. During the liberation of the camp the Nazis surrendered thier arms but 17 were still killed by American soldiers and it is said the circumstances of these deaths are unknown... obviously the Americans were pissed about what they saw and vengeance was the order of the day. Larissa ended up being a cool girl. Just a German again. When we arrived at her house she went in her room for an hour or so with the door closed and just left me in the living room. Man I hate that. .. Im in an internet cafe right now that also has phones. Dude Arabic people are so f-ing loud on the phone. I think some one needs the Craw daddy Pinch... Later I tell Larissa that the door-privacy thing is something that I have noticed about Germans. She got embarrassed or something and tried to say that she thought I wanted privacy it was funny watching her squirm like a worm. The rest of my stay her door was always open. Thats another difference between the German host and the host from France and Spain. Cees and Belen were warmer and friendlier. The German host seem more distant, quiet and cold. Germans are way too serious, I dont think I would ever be able to live with Germans they are way too quiet. My last night in Germany I decided I needed to go out and try to find some good night life in the town. Larissa gave me an address and told me she was staying in and going to sleep...boring. She also told me that the subway and buses stop running from 1 am to 5 am. I left the flat at 11 pm, I figured if I found nothing I would make it back in time, If I found a bar or club then I might find a girl to adopt me for the night and if worst came to worst I could always sleep in the subway station. I was lost looking for the party street but there was tons of young good lucking people in the area so I knew I was in the right place. I spotted a good lucking girl walked over and asked if she knew where the parties were. I wasnt even going to ask her at first because she looked like one of those girls that would be stuck up like good ol California women. She wasnt stuck up at all. She was a nice girl from Madrid Spain and we hit things off very nicely. Sylvia and I walked to the entrance of the club district and once there she called her friends over the mobile. I thought that was the end of our relationship but before I could move off in the direction of the music she quickly told me that I coud keep her company while she waited for her friends to arrive. I was cool with that, so we waited for twenty minutes or so. In that twenty minutes I fell in love with Sylvia. The accent, the curves the way she batted her eyelids at me. It was great I felt like the only two people nay...the only one person in the world that existed was AdriSylvia. We were one. Her friends arrive and the group was composed of Spanish people from all over the world including a girl from Mexico. There were also some males present. One guy in particular from Eastern Europe that hugged Sylvia a bit too long for my liking. Seeing this b****** on my love woke up the Alpha male in me, if the guy didnt watch himself there would be a great nashing of teeth and pain delivered his way. As a group we entered the bar, Sylvia her friends and I began taking shots of tequila. Me and Sylvia spent a large portion of the time sitting at the bar drinking and talking. She is so adorable, she does this thing with the corners of her lips that just made me want to squeeze her nose. Things were so good the alcohol was opening up the dialogue between us. We had so much in common it was unbelievable. I have two parents...so does she. She has sisters... so do I. She has a pet... so do I. Its as though we were meant to meet one another in Munich. later in the night or morning at a different club I decided it was time to bust my move. As we were sitting on couch talking it up I smoothly face her wait for her to finish talking then I says to her "So are we going to continue with the small talk or can I kiss you already", Pimpness straight up. She laughed. I asked what she was laughing at and she told me that in Spain guys dont ask they just do... So I just did. Her kisses were like Sangria. In the morning when we left the club we walked to a park that was nearby, Sylvia told me she wanted to go on the swings...so adorable...Swings I love it. So we sat and talked exchanged numbers and agreed to meet later that day when she got out of classes. I called her phone later that day and no answer...Guess she sobered up.....DDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAMMMMNNNNNN IIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!