| While studying in Avignon, I first learned about Oktoberfest, when a group from my program went to the event. They returned to France with wild stories of beer tents and I promptly made plans to go the following weekend. I ended up traveling to Munchen with six girls from my program, one of whom had taken care of our hotel arrangements for the weekend. We were to stay at a small bed and breakfast called, "Joe's Place, which was just three or four steps from Oktoberfest. I was somewhat suspicious of this arrangement, and asked the predictably dumb question, "Katie, are you sure that we're not simply staying at some guy named Joe's place?" I was told not to be silly, and off we went taking the night train to Bavaria. As it turned out, I was completely right, and we ended up staying at a guy named Joe's place, three stops on the S-bahn from Oktoberfest. |
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