day of the dead. minus me.

[we can't all be pretty after hours of traveling and a weekend of sugar and carbs, okay?? obviously i've got a firm grasp on that pretzel.]

october 31st.

i don't know about you, but i like to celebrate my halloween's in germany.

NEW TRADITION.

not really.

but it was pretty cool/unreal to be in a completely different country on that day.

facts about halloween in europe:

-not everyone celebrates it.

-they definitely don't pass out candy.

-some people dress up, but suuuper freaky. like, with crazy real-looking makeup. and scary clothes. 

-i just don't like it.

moving on...

the day started off with another grilled ham&cheese with salt and pepper for breakfast. we woke up early because a free walking tour was hosted by the hostel at 10am. 

note about free walking tours: they're never free. you always have to pay tips in some way or form. usually money. but not always.....get your mind outta the gutter.

anyways, i had never been on one before, so i didn't know what to expect.

up walks this guy:

[the guy on the right was our tour guide. i know, you're really jealous of the clarity of this picture. in my defense, he charged us if we wanted a picture of him or with him. so this is me "not taking a picture of him"....he might have known...]

first off, he had the most annoying voice in the world. it was a little high and went all over the place and made you want to laugh and strangle him at the same time. also, i think he believed that this walking tour was really 3 hours of let-me-shove-my-opinions-and-beliefs-down-everyones-throats. granted, he had good facts. but he annoyed the crap out of me. also, me and brynn were pressed for time at the end because we had our train back to paris to catch. we told him when our train left and said we might need to leave early. he said we'd be fine. turns out he went over his three hours, we ended up still having to leave early, we couldn't find the chocolate shop we asked him about that was "on the way" [don't judge me for wanting more chocolate, all the other chocolate was getting sent home by williamson], we were at least a mile away from the train station, and we hardly made it. HARDLY. i'm talking running after it. even though we had just ran the mile there. if you can't tell, we were super bitter about it, and wanted to take back our stupid tip that he guilted out of us.

here are some pictures from the day:

 [i love you germany.]

 [cool bridge that looks like a castle.]

 [inside of a church we quickly strolled through.]

 [outside of the church. i just love that red brick.]

 [the clock tower where the little puppets danced and music played on the hour. the whole town gathers to watch.]

 [arguably the best brat the entire time i was in germany. hands down. the bread was hot and fresh out of the oven. you can even see that it's still a little bit doughy in the left corner. and the brat was spicy. and like, 2-ish euros. can't beat that. and don't even get me started on the mustard.]

 [cool ceiling.]

[german. in germany.]

 [this was a curtain! can you tell? it's not a real building!]

 [delish. in germany, they take their soft pretzels, slice them in half, and slop put the yummiest butter ever on it. and you eat the whole thing and wonder why you didn't buy five more.]

 [i forgot what this was called, but it was gooood. nuts and chocolate and chewiness. probably not worth the 2 euros, but whatever. when in germany, right? also, check out the butter coming out of the pretzel. i have no shame. and no health, apparently.]

when we got back into paris that night, we were greeted with freaky, creepy, bloody skeleton people [for halloween]. lovely. my dreams will be haunted forever. and that's an understatement....? whatever.