This is the view that greeted me early mornings, the whole four days that we were there. That vague silhouette out of a small town there's a small heaven, close to the German Alps, a few minutes drive away from Austria, jollied with the ringing of bells on the necks of the cows grazing on the green meadows around it.

On our last morning there, hot air balloons were sailing up in the air. At first I saw a blue one, then a red one with ... I forgot which color was sailing with it and the last ones we saw were both whites. You're probably saying, "You should have captured them!" and had I been my old self back during the early days of Steemit, I would have probably done that. However, I just wanted to savor the moment, watch them sail while I try to finish my cheesed brown bread and just live it.

I wasn't ready to leave you see, I wanted to stay a bit longer. However, Monday is for exam and school and so we must depart and leave that lovely place where people still dress up in traditional "lederhosen and dirndl " for a wedding. I should have, would have, worn exactly that, too, (a red or a green one with a lovely decent white top) had I known that the online shop where I buy my books is selling some cheap ones for the upcoming Octoberfest. The pricey one was only almost 40 euro, it ain't much and not even one fourth of what a traditional one costs. I love the look of a traditional dirndl though, it's totally different from what the Alpine commercial lass models wear nor the lasses who'd pour you beer during Octoberfest put on. The traditional dirndl's almost shiny like silk, some still have that checked part but classier, the skirt's longer and quite stylish if I may say. I still am contemplating to have one just in case, you'll never know, I may get invited to another German wedding .. perhaps, one of that a Steemian whale?

I'm very much aware that Germans know exactly how to party! They sure do set the bar high when it comes to that but what I have experienced there, surpassed every beautiful verities I've had during the many holidays and trips I've spent with my betterhalf in several places in Germany, 't was something I'd never forget and always shall reminisce .

I wonder how often the pub's wooden flooring in that small town gets rocked at the force of every stompin', dancing feet, merrily making at the sound of the band playing traditional German songs I couldn't fathom what about, every time there's a wedding just because some the couple's friend decided to kidnap their brides and take them to a pub so the groom may go after, rescue her while the rest of them guests empty extra large sizes of bottles of wines. I wonder how often pubs get filled with joyous, partying souls cheering to a union of souls. There, where, you can imagine me not knowing where to focus my phone cameras for the sight to my left and to my right were both overwhelmingly, happy, full of free spirited souls celebrating their hearts out, boisterous and tolerably loud despite the fact that none of those dancing feet, waltzing, holding hands and some raising their wine filled glasses, were drunk yet. There, where, in the midst of the singing, you may find yourself holding arms with two men on "lederhosen" and swinging to the tune of the song they were playing while a group of women on dirndl, folded newspapers into pointed hats and the rest pass the finished ones for everyone in there to put on but alas, they ran out of papers to fold before you could even get a hold of one! The pub was full and alas, you get to find out, it wasn't even "all of the guests" who made it there.

There, where newly weds along with their guests probably often rock the house waltzing to the tunes of some traditional German songs or.. well, am not even sure whether they're traditional songs or just songs with German lyrics since the words had all been seemingly spoken very fast! In the long run, the whole pub would be dancing and singing and before you know it, you get reeled in into making out the lyrics of a familiar English song the band pulled off, acknowledging the non-German speaking friends or perhaps encouraging them to open their mouths and the pub gets noisier than ever, only, tolerable even to the guests in the full dining room next door who were also swinging on their seats at every beat that was being played echoing from the very full, standing ovation, room next to it. The chilly wind helped pacify sweats from escaping everyone's pores in that party room, allowing some to even hold hands, no longer minding whether you were dancing with a man or a woman but to just allow the music to flow through your veins, give in to it's invite, letting it take your whole body to a dancing trance, finding yourself surprise that despite what seem to be almost a commotion, every breakable thing there was in the room remained, intact.

When at last, the last drink was poured, the last paper was folded into a pointed hat and after all the dancing, it was then time to leave the pub and follow the band , imagine them going on a sudden halt a few steps from the pub's door, declaring no more songs shall be played unless the groom gets adorned with huge empty bottles of wine tied around him. You must be wondering now, whether they were the bottles emptied in the pub by the whole entourage. Hmm, I can't blame you! I'd also wonder whether old German folks also observed this way back in time. Were the guests clapping their hands to the tune the band was playing while they walk the street with their groom looking like so back then? Back then, did everyone in every store the whole entourage passed by, watched with smiles on their faces and some of those who were just people watching on their tables outside, give in to the contagious invites of the applauses that filled the whole street they were in? While the whole entourage celebrates the success of rescuing the bride, did they also take the groom away to roam the streets once again, with six to seven, huge, empty bottles of wine tied on what seem to be a straw, still hanging on his neck dangling all the way to his legs? However, this time, only those on lederhosen shall be on that tolerably noisily clapping parade.

Now, imagine feasting on food for the gods, and imagine every chunk you get served with, were generously sliced, you may ask yourself whether you'd manage to finish your plate of delicious treats. Then before what you've gorged on could even make it's way to the bottom of your esophagus, imagine a duo dressed on lederhosen, walked up the stage and pulled off what seem to be a traditional German song that sent a few guests off their seats hopping into the dance floor after the hosts and once again danced their hearts out. You may by then, as you sit there watching, be contemplating to ask whether they also played the very song you were hearing back when it was the grandfolks of these people who were making merry else where in a room way back before you were even born nor your parents were.

Well, it sounded like a traditional German music and did they also went on a waltz or do they actually call it their very own, German folk dance? Imagine the music make you finally leave your seat, lift a foot or two, swing yer hips and wiggle left to right or do much turning and perhaps if you have over eaten that night, you will have to pull your other half away from the dance floor back to your seats and content on watching the men and women in their traditional lederhosen and dirndl bust their moves while you pacify your pinching appendix. You reckon it was entertaining to watch men in lederhosen and women in dirndl waltz and do a lot of turning but you probably have already guessed it right that it could also get you dizzy. Yeah, all that hopping and turning sure would make your head turn here and there as well, pick up a few obvious paces, some of the old folks who were dancing restfully were making, before you even knew it, you may once again give it another go and dance your heart out on your own paces while everyone else waltz or folk dances.

Have you ever been to Berlin's Octoberfest? Imagine the ambiance was set like so, just that, there was more eating and dancing but less beer, though beer did flow much that night, more so, it was a few days before that page of the calendar turns October. The alcohol just can't really dominate the wine glasses for that night, after all, everyone still has to drive back home and if you'll be driving on a pitch black though a starry night lit, a bit windy, bumpy road, you'd better be with a wife who can drive and if you happen to have one who cannot, or you're there alone, then you'd better make sure you can stay sober! Imagine having to resists all the free German beer and wine! Well, back then it would have been carriages pulled by horses that would take them back home, did they also have to resist them German alcohol then?

If you think only the manner of their merry making would amaze you, you're dead wrong! Their friends' witty way of presenting their gifts, would also blow your mind! You reckon, creativity abounds in this small town close to the German Alps. Though I ask you to imagine, I'd step on my breaks tattle tatling about this one. Let me spare you the details or they'd make this story longer close to a book just to describe each presentation so let me just suggest that

I haven't written a long time as you know but this one's hard to resist not to be put into typing while I make you imagine. There, in a place where the pitch black sky boasts of stars in some clear nights...