It is incredible how different each and every day is.
I woke up this morning and realized that I'd only been in Germany
a week! It seems like so much longer...not in a bad way, it's
just that so much goes down day to day.
We left Munich and took the short jaunt back to Nuremburg. This
time, Crouchy was with us...making the crowded bus even more
crowded...but, the more the merrier with the JBC.
The club... how shall I say it? Well, it made the bus seem positively spacious.
But, with the JBC it's roll up your sleeves and get to it. After sound check, our
hostess du jour, Katarina (an old friend of Owen's) took us for
a stroll en route to get dinner. We went walking through the
garden of a castle that overlooks the city...and me without my
camera, grrr...but it was gorgeous. We all just sort of strolled
in silence, soaking in the beautiful surroundings.
For dinner, we sat outside a small cafe, and while my vegetarian
comrades ordered Camenbert and potato pancakes, I felt compelled
comrades ordered Camenbert and potato pancakes, I felt compelled
to try the ostrich. I didn't even know people ate ostrich.
Pretty much like steak. Good, and curiosity satisfied.
The show was great, and the owner, Stefan (this sort of Gregarious
Fabio) was soooooo pleased. Many free beers for the band...Kathy,
Katarina and I practically had to drag the boys from the bar,
but not before Stefan had smuggled them a bottle of strawberry
vodka for the road.
We returned to Katarina's flat, where the combined presence of
vodka & Crouchy ensured that the party continue on well into
the morning...
images & text © 2002 Brian Kelly