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Trip Start Apr 27, 2006
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Monday, June 19, 2006

We left Dusseldörf for Stuttgart with an idea that we might get there in time to try to scalp tickets for the France v. Switzerland game, but the Autobahn lack of a speed limit well, there is a posted limit of 130 kph, but it is widely ignored and some cars come blowing by zou doing 130 mph or so) leads to some spectacular accidents and traffic jams and the trip was longer than we had thought. So we stopped and had lunch (Wurst) at a picturesqe town named Boppard along the Rhein, south of Koblenz, and dinner (more meat) in Worms (where Martin Luther stuck his demands on the Catholic church door), and got into Stuttgart fairly late. Our hotel was in a suburb and the Mapquest directions were wrong, but we eventually found it in time to watch the late game and have a second dinner of meat on the main plaza in the suburb. Schnitzel and rouladen, I think, but all the meat meals are a bit run together in my mind.

On Wednesday the 14th, we spent the entire day in Stuttgart Bachelor Party During the Game
Bachelor Party During the Game
 . We went to the Fan Fest in the center of town, but it was pretty empty for the 3:00 p.m. game between Spain and Ukraine. (I have noted a distinct lack of interest in games generallz, only if someone has a rooting interest, and this surprised me as I expected more people to be glued to every game regardless of who was playing.) And the official gear sucked. That night, though, we got great seats at an outdoor beer garden for the Germany game. The German fans came out in force and it was a vibrant, fun atmosphere, particularly the 8 or so guys next to us who had matching t-shirts with soccer Yogi Berraisms on them, one of whom was getting married in two days. He had to get 100 signatures from women on an orange Dutch jersey before he could take it off and wear his German gear. Monica signed.

Finally, we went back to the local bar in our suburb, where the Germans were still celebrating by doing, that's right, more shots. Terry and I had an interesting conversation with Peter, who had been born in Stuttgart in 1940 and remembered how destroyed the city was after the war. However, it became time to go when the 6', 6" fellow fell off his bar stool. Overall, the best thing to be said about Stuttgart was the food. Otherwise, it was a pretty standard, boring German city enlivened by a once every four years event.

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