It started months ago, when I was still in Wilsonville. I got a text from Devin that said:
¨Oktoberfest in Cordoba. Second biggest in the world. We´re going.¨
Two and a half months later I found myself standing in Villa General Belgrano, a beer stein hooked to a lanyard around my neck, trying to figure out how we could dodge paying 30 pesos ($8) to get into the festival.
Why is there such a huge Oktoberfest in the mountains of Argentina? Well, right after World War II there was a large population of Nazi sympathizers who were attempting to avoid the Nuremberg Trials, and VGB is tucked into the mountains. In the 1940´s it was almost impossible to get too, let alone find on a map.
So now, 70 years later, the dirt roads of the pueblo fill up with thousands people who spend an entire week drinking until they pass out.
I spent the weekend in a cabana made for 8, but packed with 16 American students. We spent as little money as possible, cooking our own meals, buying beer from the store (sorry mom and dad), sharing everything. We spent all day in the sun. Hiking, running, laying outside and reading. And every night we would get ourselves together and wander into Oktoberfest.
It was probably one of the best weekends of my life.
Oh, and how do you get into Oktoberfest without paying? We just walked right in and no one said a word.
¨Oktoberfest in Cordoba. Second biggest in the world. We´re going.¨
Two and a half months later I found myself standing in Villa General Belgrano, a beer stein hooked to a lanyard around my neck, trying to figure out how we could dodge paying 30 pesos ($8) to get into the festival.
Why is there such a huge Oktoberfest in the mountains of Argentina? Well, right after World War II there was a large population of Nazi sympathizers who were attempting to avoid the Nuremberg Trials, and VGB is tucked into the mountains. In the 1940´s it was almost impossible to get too, let alone find on a map.
So now, 70 years later, the dirt roads of the pueblo fill up with thousands people who spend an entire week drinking until they pass out.
I spent the weekend in a cabana made for 8, but packed with 16 American students. We spent as little money as possible, cooking our own meals, buying beer from the store (sorry mom and dad), sharing everything. We spent all day in the sun. Hiking, running, laying outside and reading. And every night we would get ourselves together and wander into Oktoberfest.
It was probably one of the best weekends of my life.
Oh, and how do you get into Oktoberfest without paying? We just walked right in and no one said a word.
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ReplyDeleteLizzie, no puedo decirte cuántos veces he dicho eso, perdóname padres. jaja. También, no se cuantos veces que no he dicho TODA la historia, pero más o menos la historia...pues, menos que más. ¿sí?
ReplyDeletete echo de menos corazón