Mission: Impossible

What a day.

We’ve all heard the saying, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Today I discovered how much truth there is in it.  

Megan, Amy, and I set out to find beer and a post office so we could mail our dear old dads some authentic German beer.  And it turned out to be an all day adventure.

As it turns out, German post offices won’t mail alcohol to the states.  So, we decide it would be a good idea to find a trusty UPS.  As we are walking to the grocery store to buy some green syrup for the Beer Snob, we day dream of how lucky it would be to stumble across a UPS truck, since we have no idea where the closest store is located.  Just as we are arriving at the grocery store, Amy points out a large brown truck down the street, and we all sprint (cameras in tow).  Once we meet the UPS guy (who doesn’t speak English very well), take pictures of his truck, and get the address, we set off to finish our purchases.  

Upon discovering the UPS store (after a hella long walk), we discover that UPS also will not mail our beer home to Papa.  We come up with a plan.  So, we sit outside on the street corner and wrap up our 6-packs in copious amounts of bubble wrap, and formulate our flawless story.  What’s that we’re mailing…?  Not beer, but beer stines.  Lots of beer stines.  Perfect plan, right?

Well, it was perfect, until we discovered that it was going to cost over 150 euros to mail the “beer stines” home.  Hah!

On to Plan B: Smuggle the stuff and pray it works in our favor.  But smuggling or not, none of us have enough room in our luggage to fit 6 beers.  So, my plan is to take the syrup and drink the beer.  Here’s to Plan B…PROST!!