The Good, The Bad and The Beautiful

So we have been in Freiburg a week now and we have spent most of our money. I hvae 700 Dollars left and after the conversion, thats not so much. Me and speyers came to realization we are not going make until August. So speyers just got off the phone with the airline company and the only day he can fly back is the 26th. In 11 days. This really sucks but thats the way it has to be. I'm waiting for a call back to see what dates they have avalible, so far it's looking like the 5th of july. Besides that BS heres whats gone down in freiburg.

We arrived at my uncles house to a warm welcome of friendly faces and the wine and beer flowed. It's really nice to feel like im home. Nothing too exciting happened the first few days we just BS'd around the city a little bit. The first night we were here my uncle told us that friday we would go to the Heauboden, as my uncle put it, the best disco (german for nightclub) in a 200km area. We had a few before departing on foot, only a 10 minute walk. We arrived and chilled on the first floor of the nightclub which was a relaxed bar area and we had a beer and then walked upstairs and it was all old people doing what looked like square dancing to aweful techno/pop music. We went to the basement level which is where the younger people seemed to congregate and we shot the shit with some soccer players from I forget. So we start getting drunk, blah blah blah, the soccer players seemed to be infatuated with spring break from what they see on MTV and promise me that they will come to america for this. I'm not much of a dancer in general and especially not to this god aweful music, so I observe, which proved to be plenty of entertainment. One of the soccer players, daniel, said which girl would you like, a little confused I say what and he repeats the question, still confused he tells me that I will bring her over here for me. I think this is funny considering he is nearly wasted, so I point and he walks over to her and says something and he walks back, surprising, empty handed and he did this several times. Then while dancing next to speyers he kicks some girl in the butt and the girl turns and looks at speyers and says something and keeps dancing and daniel proceeds to kick the girl in the butt again and she looks at speyers again and speyers said ''fuck it she already thinks its me'' and kicks her in the butt too. She walked away. Then another one of the soccer players starts dancing like a drunk stripper. Daniel buys me and speyers a round and speyers hits the dancefloor and somehow almost gets into a flight. Then around 5am after alot redbull vodkas we take a shot of whiskey and hit the road and on the way out some dude pinches speyers ass and he almost fights him but a bystandard breaks it up. After we get home we decided to see if the neighbor was up, he was, still partying. Thank god he had pizza rolls or we would have died because we only ate one meal that day. We drink some schnapps and smoke a delicious rose flavored hooka then at around 7am we decide it's time to head back. Needless to say the next day we didn't do shit.

Sunday we went to Triburg with my brother and nephews. Triburg is a badass town in the heart of the black forest where the cookoo clock comes from. We chilled and tried some schnapps and took a hike up this biggest waterfall in germany. It was no niagra falls but it was cool. My nephews are the coolest little kids ever. Then watched germany dominate in soccer and chilled.

Monday we went into the city on the prowl for Rothaus beer t-shirts. We came to the concencus that this is the best beer in germany. We failed, but I did manage to get a badass honer harmonica and the guy at the music shop knocked off 5 euros because I was from Austin, home of stevie ray vaughn. I remembered about a place that brews its own delicous beer and we got our first liter beers we drank 2 and hit the road feeling fine. We bought some cigarettes and walked around and decided to buy a bottle of absinthe and I remembered a liquor store that sold it so we hit the road and found the place bought a bottle of 60% absinthe and chilled at a park and took a couple of swigs before we have yet another good idea to find some smoke yet again I remember a park, frulinger, where you can find it with ease. Within in 5 minutes we spark up a conversation with a rasta looking guy and his friends. The rasta guy, George was from Ghana and spoke perfect english so after we got a decent ammount of hash for 10 euros we chill, burned one and drink some beers and he invited us to watch the game with him at the public viewing area we accept and are on our way. We stash our absinthe in the woods becasue you are not allowed to bring any outside drinks in. We sit and watch the game which was italy vs. paraguay and the place was full of wop's and considering last years world cup I just wanted italy to lose and they almost did. It would have been a huge upset. We left after the game and talked with George about life and I have come to the conclusion that everyone that gives a shit enough to talk about the world wether its my uncle, marlon and his friends in berlin or a stranger in duisberg we can all point out the evils of this world and it really helped restore my faith in humanity. One thing Saint George helped me realize is that no matter what happends, stay positive. I'm really taking this to heart on what is turning out to be the last leg of the journey.