wachau rulezzzz

yesterday I went to the Wachau with my three chicos Dominik, Paco y Jorge. Up on Dürnstein the Richard-Löwenherz-Blondel-story was told several times in several languages and certainly we had to eat Marillenknödel, which would have been the best ever, if the waiter wouldn't have been such a weirdo! This freak wanted that Jorge and me to feed each other and in the end he acually asked how much Paco costs. Waaach wia a Marüün der Typ.
A Gürtel-nightout-action was the perfect evening program. At Seen Paco entertained the whole bar with dancing all alone to the spanish version of Hotel California and Luis fulfilled all our musical wishes again. Jorge was a bit silent in the end. maybe this has to do something with him drinking pure wine for hours but thinking that the wine was "gspritzt". The end: MacDonalds!