Oktoberfest: A Marathon, Not a Sprint

5:00 AM Waking up in Tent City is everything one would expect. It was quiet, a bit chilly, and looked like the party had only ended an hour or two before. 5:15 AM As I walked two tents over to where the girls sleep. I found them bunking together (instead of in their separate, designatedContinue reading “Oktoberfest: A Marathon, Not a Sprint”

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