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1001 Degrees Of Latino Heat!!!
Howdy ya all, time for some more fun filled adventures this week I begin my stories in Germany.........
Mission: To infiltrate German borders via train and educate the local female population as to the powers of the latin lover.
Bonus Mission: Discover for myself whether or not German beer is really the best.
The trip to Germany began via the hell hole known as Paris. To enter Germany I had to ride once more into the crotch of the world known as Paris. Suicide mission you say... Well didnt you all know that suicide is a game I play often. I have not only danced with the devil I have breakdance battled him. He can move and he can poplock like Shabba doo but the moves I got had me looking like boogaloo shrimp. If anyone gets this movie reference pat yourself on the back.
The train to Paris was one of the trains with little compartments. As I walked to my compartment I was hoping to find some Swedish twins sharing my sleeping quarters. I was disappointed to find some nerdy Asian girls from San Jose. These girls actually ended up being really cool, they listned to all my travel stories with so much interest, they were studying abroad and like I said they were nerds so they didnt have any good stories to share, aside from jaywalking once in Paris when traffic was at a standstill. Im so cool when I tell a story people listen and eat up every word out of my mouth like its life saving milk from the udder of a billy goat.
Now time to get serious....So the train ride wasnt bad at all. Got to meet some Californians for about the 150th time played some Asian card game and ate the food that they had brought on board. I was really so happy to be leaving France. Germany had become my salvation, it was the promised land. I had told myself so many times that once I got to Germany everything would be better.
And it was. Starting the moment I stepped off the French train onto German Soil the birds were singing louder, the trees were greener and it was not humid. I arrived first into the trainstation at Frankfurt, from there I caught a train to Nuremburg. This was when I first noticed the difference between Germany & Spain-France. Everything was in order. I asked one person one question and I got directed to the platform I needed with no problems no running around for 45 minutes getting led from here to there, signs were posted in English which was great and there was not a million people crowding up the place. I made my way to the platform and the train to Nuremburg was already getting ready to leave, so I stepped on. It was like a little piece of heaven on earth. The train had AC. I couldnt believe it. AC in Europe. Germany I love you. The doors all slide open automatically, the seats are big and comfortable and they even have wireless internet for people with the laptops. Best train ever. Oh yeah and people speak english.
So upon arriving in Nuremburg I had a hospitality club member that was going to host me. only problem was I arrived earlier then she had anticipated. But it wasnt much of a problem. after lots of miscommunication she picked me up from a hostel. Esther was her name, a rocker rastafari ska girl she told me she was going to a music festival for the weekend but she would gladly give me the key to her flat. Esther informed me that I could stay at her place with her 7 flatmates of which only 3 or 4 were staying at the moment. I was a little shocked that she would trust a stranger like me with keys to her apartment but it was cool with me, I was saving money. On the way to the apartment we walked past the redlight district of Nuremburg. It was interesting. One Prostitute even blew me a kiss. She wanted me, when I looked at her and flashed her my smile I think it started a small fire in her pants.
So I arrived at the apartment, met some of the flatmates and made myself at home in Esthers room. Esther left for the festival and it was during this time that I began to notice a cultural difference between Germans and Americans. I had met 4 of Esthers roommates after the introductions everyone of them went into thier separate room and shut their doors. The doors were shut for about an hour. I just sat in Esthers room trying to be busy unpacking and organizing my stuff trying to play it off but damn after a while I was thinking "Damn, why the hell doesnt anyone come talk to a brutha, dont they want to hear my cool stories. I ran with the bulls, I got into a fistfight, Ive danced with the devil on more then one occasion". Nothing. I even would look into the hallway and all the doors in the house were closed and it was all quiet like a cemetary. Finally I heard some voices in the living room speaking, I got so excited. I left my room trying to act like I wasnt eager to talk I think it worked. Esthers flatmates were congregating in the living room. Tanya, Markrus, Sushi and Magy. Sushi is a really tall guy that is German to a G. Tall, quiet, serious and dude was rocking some killer hair. He looked like a cross between Jesus and Conan the barbarian. No one asked about my stories. I figured they would need some drinks in them because they obviously wanted to hear about my cool adventures but thier German pride was not allowing them to ask. And so we headed to some guys garden. It was like a mini house party just a lot quiter then the way we do it. The food was good, lots of sausages, bread and of course beer. During the night Markrus and I got to talking about the typical stuff. Politics, history, foreign affairs, differences in cultures. I like talking to foreigners about this stuff its always so interesting. At one point in the night a german girl asked how long I planned to stay in Nuremburg and I answered with "a few days", and everyone started laughing. I asked why. They told me "a few days is a typical american answer", A german gives specific dates and times when asked the same question.
During the day I traveled through the old town part of Nuremburg on my own. the flatmates were all busy or thier doors were shut when I was leaving in the morning. Nuremburg is very nice, its a small little city with a ton of history. One of the sites I visited was the old Nazi paradegrounds and congress hall. The Triumph of the Will and other Nazi propaganda was made in Nuremburg. If you remember watching the old films and seeing hundreds of thousands of nazi soldiers goosestepping in various formations well this is the city where all of that took place. The picture on the post card is of the Nazi congress hall. A km away is the Zepplin field. This is the spot where the soldiers would walk past Hitler and salute him. The Nazis used the Zepplin field to stage huge marches for propaganda. The museum at the congress hall is informative in explaining nearly every aspect of the Nazis from thier early begginnings to thier final defeat.
I didnt visit any other musuems in the city. On my last day Sushi asked me why I chose to visit Nuremburg. I stupidly but honestly replied with "All I really wanted to see was the Nazi parade grounds", I could tell that my answer bothered him, I couldnt lie though. The nazis are really a part of history that most Germans are ashamed of.
One night during my stay I was sitting in the apartment bored out of my mind. I had already been visiting the sites all day and I wanted to go out. Everyones door was closed. I just left on my own. I went to the Coyote bar. The sights that I saw.......the memory brings me pain. If you think whiteboys back home are bad dancers....Damn you have not seen bad dancing until you have seen German dudes trying to get down to Whoomp There It Is. I had nightmares for two nights. The girlies in Europe do love Americans I will say that shoot Im like Enrique Iglesias up in here.
People drink all day in Germany, I would walk the city and people at the cafes are throwing them down 11am, and the beers the dudes are drinking are big. German beer is great. I havent had a bad German beer yet and I have been drinking the cheaper stuff too, top quality stuff.
My last night I also went to a classical concert. It was actually being held in a park that the SS used to use to stage military games and the like. The concert was cool. I was surrounded by so many White folks from the sky I had to look like a fly in a bowl of milk. I like the Germans they are really friendly, a bit cold and distant in a way with thier privacy and quite demeanor but I think they just need some Sonora Dinamita bumping in ears for a few weeks then they will become more lively. Next thing you know they will be walking into one anothers room with out knocking or asking yelling across the house, bringing up embarrising personal stuff in front of guest and everything else....HA I think I prefer the German way of life in that respect. Mom you should move here for a couple of years I think it would do you good.
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