One of the first stops on my trip was attending a German wedding. Ben’s friends finally tied the knot and we were able to celebrate this wondrous occasion with them at a castle on the countryside. And so we hopped on a plane and in about 24 hours later, ended up jet-lagged and desperately trying to keep up with drinking with the Germans. From this experience, I’ve learned two very important lessons. One, really reconsider flying directly to a wedding that is 9 hours ahead of your current time zone, and two, do not try to outdrink the Germans. They will one-handedly drink you under the table.
Nonetheless it was an awesome celebration and I was finally
able to attend my first German wedding. The venue was at Schloss Hubertushöhe,
which doubled as a small hotel so all the guests could stay overnight. It
almost felt as if Ben and I were walking through a fairytale as our car slowly
pulled through the wrought iron gates carefully guarded by gargoyle-like
statues to our right and left. Upon passing the entrance stood a rustic,
mustard yellow castle with brown and green accents. I was in awe at how places
like this could still exist in Europe! On the castle grounds was a serene lake
bordered with long, stalky plants. As the location was in the middle of
nowhere, our party had the entire breathtaking place to ourselves.
