Oktoberfest Zinzinnati is worth the visit. Since its beginning in 1975 it has grown to hosting over 500,000 people and is advertised as “America’s largest Octoberfest.” This year it was held on Friday September 19 through Sunday, September 21. There is plenty of German food consisting of bratwurst, sauerkraut, sausages, potato pancakes, soft pretzels, cream puffs, strudel, jumbo pickles German potato salad, Limburger cheese, pigtails, and pickled pigs feet. If the food is not to your taste, then perhaps you will want to try dancing in the street by participating in the annual Chicken Dance, recorded in the Guinness Book of Records in 1995-97. There is plenty of beer and other refreshments for children along with many vendors.
We had a great time visiting and enjoying the food, but when it came time for the Chicken Dance, my young teenage daughter did not want to be captured in the news doing any of those moves.
About a dozen years ago, Cincinnati celebrated its history as the “pork capital of the world” by commissioning the creation of pig statues. You may still find some in businesses and around Cincinnati. Look for them the next time you are there to celebrate Oktoberfest.
In 1843, approximately 391 German men and women from Baden were recruited to settle the down called Golonia Tovar, Venezuela. Colonia Tovar was named after its benefactor, Manuel Felipe Tovar, the Count of Tovar. For nearly 100 years they remained isolated in the mountains of Venezuela with their only outlet through a river to Caracas. During their first hundred years they remained isolated, building town’s architecture, its culture, food and celebrations after their German traditions. During the later half of the 20th century, they have inter-married with native Venezuelans and adopted Spanish as their official language. However, if you visit you will still see the strong imprint of Germany in the mountains of South America. Tourism and agriculture are the main sources of income. According to Wikipedia is one of the richest towns in Venezuela as measured by quality of life.
My wife had the good fortune to visit Venezuela when it was relatively safe for US citizens to travel there. We took a bus through the Caracas and out into the mountains. Along the way we saw the congestion of the city and the poverty surrounding it on the hillside just on the fringes of the city. From that point on we had a beautiful drive into the mountains when we arrived at this oasis of German culture. We hadn’t heard of it before our trip, and certainty didn’t expect to find a pre-World War II settlement of Germans.
The first thing we noticed was the architecture, it was clearly a picture of rural Germany. The second thing we noticed were the surnames of the people and street signs. It was an interesting blend of German and Venezuelan cultures which sometime caught us off guard, for example, seeing German buildings and food and hearing Spanish.
It seemed like a “Garden of Eden.” The flowers were beautiful, the town was spotless, people friendly and the food great.