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I went to Oktoberfest, and I came back alive. Actually, I came back alive with a Stein. But, they're not called 'Steins' here. The proper name would be a 'Krug.' So, the next time you're at Oktoberfest, remember that little bit of info.

It was a fun time...kinda like a state fair...only beer halls and stuff instead of other things. The funny and non-suprising part of my day at Oktoberfest was the amount of non-germans I met there. I met a couple from Seattle, a couple of guys from Las Vegas, a couple of other guys from Maryland and a group of people from Italy. Who knew? I guess, I assumed that Germans would stay away from a thing like this. Or, perhaps Americans flock to the same type of sites.?.

I move on Thursday and my greatest concern is my luggage. I am taking a train for about 4 hours north and I didn't really feel like dragging my luggage from train platform to trainplatform, so I opted to ship my luggage. My program is reimbursing me for it, so it's not a matter of cost. It's more of a matter or how good my german language skills are. If the luggage gets there...in its entirity...then, perhaps my german isn't so crappy. You see, when one wants their luggage shipped, one has to give a native German speaker directions on how and where the luggage should go. So, on Thursday, let's all hope my suitcases end up in Mainz.