That magical time that comes every year when I get to succumb to two of my greatest vices.
German sausage and sauerkraut.
We took a quick jaunt up to Odessa this morning to participate in the festivities. Honestly, though… if you’re not a fan of German food, there’s not much for you to do at Deutschesfest. There was a flea market, though there was maybe only a dozen stalls total, and an art show… which we had some difficulty finding for some reason. We also just missed the parade, which I understand is typical small-town fare… with a German twist, of course. And we didn’t stay long enough to enjoy the Biergarten, which, generally, scares the hell out of me anyway.
The food was excellent, though, as always. And the flea market had some entertaining bric-a-brac. There was some sculpture work that was rather pretty, including some dragon pieces that caught my eye. And there was a guy selling Grandles, which are interesting pieces of work. There were some that had a really pretty gold inlay of Celtic patterns, including a triskele, which caught my eye.
But, of course, were also severely overpriced.
So I escaped Deutschesfest with empty hands and a full stomach.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.