On the 4th of July, 2010, my roommates and I in Kassel, Germany, wanted to go to the beach. Nick was the appointed map master so he figured out how we would get there, and we hopped on a bus for a few minutes. That was the first leg of the trip- we would walk for the second half.
We all had our bathing suits on and were carrying lunch, which it got harder and harder not to eat as we walked. I was sporting an American flag which I would wave over my head every so often and claim random objects in the name of Amurrica as our other roommate had so nicely taught us to do. About every 20 minutes I would ask how much further we had to walk, and it was always not very far. Every minute that passed, the beach sounded more and more appealing. Lets just get there and relax. Lay in the sun, swim in the water, and bury our feet in the sand while we eat our sandwiches.
Well three hours passed and we were still walking. Finally someone spotted the beach. At first I thought it was a joke. We all just stared at it as Nick collapsed in laughter. The beach was a tiny patch of dirty sand in the middle of a park I can’t properly describe it. Look at these pictures. The first is the South Beach, where I spent so many weekends at school. The second is known as the best beach in Germany. Take your pick.