It was a good train
ride. The majestic Rhine Valley gave rise to evergreens thawing from
a cold continental winter; the vineyard's terrace highlighted only by the contrast
of soil and vine. The castle remains, though in ruins, cast haunting
regal stares on us below, still waiting for the next wave of North men,
vigilant to the last. But we are from the west. And the
horseless carriage plowing along the west bank of the river shielded us at
times from the years of long ago. We were not there for a history
lesson, I had studied that enough in my classes, it was Spring
Break. Being March, I had a parka over my swimwear.
Now, I can hear the
question: why would you go to Germany for Spring Break? Why not Miami,
Panama City, or South Padre Island perhaps? Oh sure, I missed the
hedonistic right of passage for jail bait and collegiate brass polisher
alike. Hilariously embarrassing after stories aside, what do I want
with a bunch of inebriated, and often underage, hooligans whose quest for
liquid divinity supersedes common sense and human courtesy? If I
wanted to be subject to the whims of mass appeal, I'd turn on a
TV. And in reality, Germany has everything that the usual Spring
Break haunts have but with better accents. So it was, with a sense
of adventure, an escape of the routine and an addiction to not be like everyone
else, I set off with the cheapest tickets to Europe: Chicago to Frankfurt,
Germany.
So, for this Spring
Break, avoid the temptation of the Gulf.
The usual hot spots are just an extension of the parties you have
already and will continue to attend on campus.
Try the less traditional locales.
Bars and clubs are still more than happy to entertain you and take your
money. You can still meet others you can
hang out with throughout the week. So,
go on, pack your parka and gain a unique experience. Remembrances and sobriety are optional.
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