Manu´s house might as well be the mock-UN. He seemed to always have people there from all over the place. This time when I pulled up the door was answered by a guy with no shirt on who was shaving. Turns out his name is Shay, he´s from Canada and speaks Hebrew, German, and English.
Shay might be one of the funniest and friendliest people I´ve ever met. He had a habit of offering sandwiches and had a thing for quoting Dave Chapelle. Manu met him while traveling through the south of France.
Mia also made a guest appearance for the weekend. She´s from Finland and we all met in Sevilla. I didn´t think I´d see her so soon again, but we did, and I´m not going to complain.
Manu´s parents were out of town. That basically meant drinking and playing ¨sing star¨, which as far as I know is a German phenomenon similar to Guitar Hero but karaoke. We even went to a club, although I´ll admit that´s a little hazy (too much German beer). Then, we returned home to sleep away the next day.
It was pretty much decided the first time in Nuremberg that I wasn´t going to be able to bike back to Frankfurt and spend any decent time in Nuremberg with friends. So a German carpooling site, mitfahrgelegenheit, came to the rescue and I found a ride back up to Frankfurt where I could then catch a bus to the airport. At 1 am I met a random couple leaving a huge music festival in Nuremberg for Frankfurt and 24 hours later I was on a plane headed for Pisa, Italy.