Sprechen sie Fun?
Giant signs greet you at the edge of town and the happy sounds of brass instruments and half drunk singing floats through the air.
Wurstfest! My absolute favorite “Texas” experience thus far. Picture yourself wandering through a lederhosen clad crowd when an older gentleman greets you with a big smile and a “Hi there, how’re y’all doing today?”
The festival began as a one-day celebration of the local culture back in 1961, and has evolved into a ten day affair that brings thousands of people into New Braunfels each year. Founded by Prince Carl of Solms-Braunfels, the city has retained it’s German immigrant roots throughout the years, and simply incorporated a dose of Texas fun.
“Domestic or import?”
“Yes,” is my answer.
This happened to be Erika and my second Wurstfest, but all was new to the men.
Alex was making friends.
And Rollin was enjoying the delightfully salty food.
I was creeping on the different outfits I saw, all while attempting to balance a beer in my hand.
A kind old man offered to take our picture, and after about 20 attempts, this was the only picture we came out with! Obviously we are very photogenic.
We enjoyed the dancing and music in the hangar-sized great hall before moving to the smaller dance space to share the world’s saltiest and largest pretzel. I felt like beef jerky when I woke up the next morning after feasting on it.
But the point of Wurstfest really comes down to this: connecting with the community and celebrating a city’s rich tradition. So Prost!