Carnival in Berlin?

Ah, clowns. Aren't they funny?
We were supposed to be in Brazil this week, but things sometimes turn out differently from the way you plan. It's a long story that I'm sure you don't . . . what? You want to hear it? Really? You're going to what? Twist my arm until I tell it? OK, everyone gather around and sit cross-legged in a circle, and I'll tell the embarrassing story.

This clown had condoms hanging
from his head and he wasn't funny.
Once upon a time there lived a travel-obsessed couple: Snafu the Synchronized swimming instructor and Christopher, the adorable Travel blogger. They lived in a palace somewhere in Germany and traveled the world ad nauseam.

One evening Snafu decided to book a trip to Brazil last minute, which pleased Christopher of course to no end . . . until the Friday night before Snaf and Chris were supposed to fly to Brazil on Sunday morning.

"What?" Snaf was on the phone in the living room. "But he lives in Germany."

Adorable Christopher was relaxing in the conservatory until these words spiked through him like one of Dracula's impaling rods (yeah, sorry for that image).

The upside-down umbrella technique is
the best for catching candy.
"Nooooooooo," Christopher screamed inwardly (because it was around ten o'clock in the evening and he didn't want to disturb the neighbors). You see, Americans need a visa for Brazil, and Christopher, who is an American and who's been to Brazil several times, KNOWS this.

Long story short, Brazil wilted into Berlin. On an "up" note, we were treated to Berlin's version of Carnival. Most of the kiddies had supermarket bags to catch the candy. I had only my arms.

Take my advice: if you are an adult, do not hold out your hands like a child wanting candy. The guy on the float will take a handful of hard candy and curve-ball it at your face. Trust me. I spent the whole day yearning for candy, protecting my face, yearning for candy, protecting my face.

Carnival in Berlin was brought forward a week so that the dance groups from Cologne--the real home of Carnival in Germany--could take part in the "excitement," but there was very little excitement to be found.

I must be off (to get a visa for Brazil, obrigado),
Christopher

Comments

  1. One day Brazil will be ready for you and Snafu. One day.

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  2. *giggles* Oh, your poor sweet tooth. I would have spent the day hiding from clowns. They're scary... no... I probably would have tried to get candy, too... usually I pretend i'm helping my kids get candy... Sorry Brazil didn't work out! (so do Germans not need a visa for Brazil? Why?)

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  3. Hey, Tart and Mark! No, Germany don't need a visa for Brazil. Actually Germany don't need a visa for a lot of places where Americans do. I really have to stay on my toes.

    I think, well actaully I know, it's because the US requires Brazilians to have a visa to enter the US--so they do the same to us. It's called "reciprocal rudeness."

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  4. Thanks for stopping by the blog today. I am so stoked about psycho rabbits and can't wait to sit down this weekend and sketch.

    PS. black boots and poufy skirts ROCK!!!!

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  5. clowns make me shiver...I can't believe you were subjected to THAT!

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  6. I really don't like clowns. I would probably have curled up at home with a bag of my own candy.

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  7. Hi, you wonderful people. I hate clowns too...especially clowns who sling candy at my face.

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  8. We watched a much smaller local Carnival down the road from us. Our eldest son was taking part with his school, dressed as a cowboy. Our youngest boy got loads of candy, but yes, some folks play target practice with the adults.

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