So little did I know that these here birthday festivities were a weekend-long event. They started Thursday, which is some national holiday in these parts. No one went to work on Friday, instead there were 3 outdoor stages that played host to multiple God-awful cover bands. And the festival carried right on through Sunday. That afternoon, I grabbed the camera and headed out to see what we were up to. Apparently, it was a city-wide potluck, with tables lining virtually the entire length of the pedestrian city center area thing.
As far as I could tell, just about every little group, business, and restaurant, from churches to soccer clubs, was involved. As far as I was concerned, this was much more pleasant than bagpipes, the middle ages, and Germans slaughtering The Doors.
It seemed to be quite the little show of solidarity, which I haven’t seen to many of out here. And the people were friendly; despite my linguistic handicap, I was handed coffee, cakes, and baguettes by different people in the crowd, and everyone put aside their cultural shit and made friends. Have a look.
Some interesting shenanigans in the very least. With that the weekend-long party is over and one with, and it’s back to my normal 60-hour work weeks in power plants…
Until next time,