Children of the revolution- Bremen

WE GREET FROM BREMEN!!!

We left Amsterdam to stay in Bremen at Anna's mom's art studio, where we met several other artists yuppies who are against gentrification (kind of like us). One of them was working on a project with metal shards from old WWII bombs, buffing them and then using them to play wonderful resonating sounds. We are excited to see how that project pans out.
We also met some other young people from Bremen through Spenser and Anna. Our first night there they taught us a drinking game of pitching bent bottle caps into cups of beer- we keep wanting to call it kerplunk, but we're sure thats not it (Spenser, Anna help us out here!). We had several engaging conversations with the group, and it seems that at a younger age (most of these friends were in their late teens, but very mature) Germans are much more aware of their social and political surroundings.
But don't think that they don't party twice as hard as us!

One of the first phrases Hanako and I asked to learn was "Where is the party?" which is "Wo ist die partie? (spelling?) We also went to a German club called Tower, where we were reminded why we don't go to clubs, because we waited in line for a good while. But the lovely thing is in Germany, they never stop serving alcohol. So we partied until 5:30 am on a Tuesday, and everyone said that was an early night. We could smell fresh bread being made as we walked home (fresh bread everywhere you go!) It was awesome.

peep this old building yo

Town center (I heard you like bling so I gold plated parts of the architecture)

Anna also gave us a tour of Bremen, which was a very old and beautiful city (whats up cobblestone) There we got to travel through the oldest street in Bremen, which wasn't Cali old, but OLD-old. The main church in the center of the city was built in the 700's. Being raised Catholic, I feel as if my Grandma would have had a time if she had been there. We also checked out the statue of the Bremen town musicians (wikipedia it) and it is said that if you hold the feet of the donkey at the bottom of the statue that you can make a wish. 

I bet she's wishing that dude wasn't in the picture

The reason we are in Europe at all, we finally picked up our bikes from the shipping place

Danke!!!!

(THANK YOU A MILLION BAJILLION TIMES ANNA AND SPENSER) After much discussion and clearing up in German, shipping paperwork, a lovely letter from Hanako's cousin written in German (Thank you Mark), and some phone calls from tax or customs or some efficient department, we were able to get our bikes. Yessssssssssssss! We built them up in the studio space, then took them to the bike co-op that is open on Wednesdays called Frischrauber. They helped us a great deal, hooked us up with help in translation, fenders for our front wheels, and a nice squeaky parrot for my bike thanks to Benny.

Ich liebe Bremen!

PS We tried a Berliner which is like a jelly doughnut, and is also what Kennedy said he was to the people of Berlin.