Köln

The carnival mystery is solved! Kay and Jill, one a native hick and one a native kraut, invited me to there parent’s house in Köln. For all of you without an “Ö” key on your keyboard that’s Cologne. It turns out that carnival is a long party for martigra, which only gets good in the last days. In the end though you sin up until Fat Tuesday, which has a different name in every country, Pancake Tuesday in England for example, and then Wednesday is the beginning of lent. I could only handle only one day of all day drinking and repeated singing of “Lieber Kölnia”, so I missed the grand finally, but got to visit much of the surrounding and historical areas of Köln.

GPoD: Ich Liebe Kölnia – I love Cologne