So…Oktoberfest. Let’s start off by introducing you to FiFi, our rental car. A white Fiat with the heart of a lion but the speed of a turtle, she was with us through the good times and the bad. We rented her in Paris, with the hopes of renting a GPS, or as the Germans say, a “navi”. Unfortunately, they did not have any more navis and we were forced to use our own senses of direction, which didn’t get us very far. Kids today are so spoiled. Luckily Di installed googlemaps to her berry so we wrote down the directions and off we went!


The scenery was very beautiful, as we passed Champagne, Meuse, Moselle, Karlsrue, Stuttgart, and eventually Munchen! Munich is a very romantic city. There were huge buildings that reminded me of castles, with flowers sprawling out of the windows. When we were walking around at night there was a string band playing classical German music. It felt like we were walking around a giant music box. Some parts look very industrial, but if I ever go back I will definitely tour the castles outside of Munich.

Oktoberfest was amazing! We took the train into town from our bed and breakfast, which was in a more residential, quiet area of Munich. We stayed with an older German couple who gave us café crème and delicious cakes in the morning. On the way to the festival, there were lots of Germans on the train in traditional costume. They were sporting grey woolen socks pulled up over their knees and tucked into their brown shorts. The material of these shorts are unknown, but it seems to be a little bit like leather? These pants were held up by suspenders, the icing on the cake. The girls had much more conservative outfits on compared to the short-skirt-corset-push-up-bra Halloween costumes I have seen in the States. Read: longer skirts, less boob. We were ushered to Oktoberfest and, naturally, right away bought a huge pretzel, which apparently is a traditional snack food in Munich. They were delicious! We walked around for a little before choosing which tent to go to. There were roller coasters, beautiful horses decorated with the colors of each beer tent, smells of sausages everywhere, and cheery Germans hopping about!

Hippodrome, our favorite tent. You can see your friendly old lady neighbor!

As we went to each beer tent, we met more and more interesting people from all over the world. The first tent we hung with Germans for a few hours. They taught us about German cars (one of them was an automotive engineering) and the different traditions of Oktoberfest. Mainly, the hundreds of drinking songs, in which you have to look your partner in the eye and say, “brost!”.

The best part about Oktoberfest was that there were people of all different ages and cultures relaxing and having a good time. At one table, we were sitting next to two German ladies who looked about seventy years old! They were singing along to the songs and laughing at the tourists who were loving life.

THE delicious pretzel

Overall, the beer and food were cheap (for a tourist-filled city). We ate lots of pork (knuckle, potatoes, and cabbage. Everything was delicious. The last night we went to a restaurant that makes its own beer, and we got a yummy wheat beer that I had never heard of before going to Munich. I highly recommend a trip to Oktoberfest and Munich! It’s a carb-lovers heaven…oh wait…so is France…mwahaha.

How you ever been to a festival dedicated to drinking beer? Leave a comment or email me at

2 thoughts on “brost!

  1. Sarah says:

    I love to read how Americans are able to adjust in France and in Europe in general. Two good friends of mine are from San Francisco and Texas (though studying at Dartmouth), currently struggeling through their lifes in Copenhagen, Denmark. Chace (my Californian friend) also went to the Oktoberfest and absolutely loved it. Let me just add one little remark: It’s “Prost”, not “Brost” 🙂

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