In the late 1800s, a German nobleman bought a large plot of land about an hour south of Austin, Texas, and made it available for German citizens to live in if they wanted to. Following the naming conventions of New York and New Jersey, the immigrant population named it New Braunfels after their home near Frankfurt. Nearly a century later, a local sausage contest grew and gathered national attention, and Wurstfest was born.
Category: Adventure & Excitement
Sailing in the Caribbean
With the wind at your back, the sun shining down, and all of the freedom in the world, sailing is one of the last accessible adventures left. You can take a race car driving course for a weekend, you can jump out of planes for the afternoon, or you can spend a week trekking the Himalayas with a sherpa carrying your pack, but nothing compares to the freedom of the open water.
Bomba’s Beach Shack
Years ago, on the northwest coast of Tortola, a man named Bomba had a vision. A vision of locals and tourists, gathered together under the light of the full moon, dancing and drinking, celebrating life, and getting trippy on mushroom tea. (Hey, I said the guy had visions, didn’t I?) Years later, his parties are still going strong.
Surfing in Costa Rica
I was about halfway into my first 90 minute surfing lesson when the hangover hit. There I was, floating on the waves, under the warm Costa Rican sun, bobbing lazily in what most people would consider a tropical heaven, and my head was pounding like a 2 year old with a new drum set. I was paying less attention to the timing of the waves and more attention to wondering whether I could throw up in the water without anyone noticing. It also occurred to me that smart surfers didn’t surf drunk and good surfers wouldn’t surf hungover. Since I was neither smart nor good, I was both drunk and hungover. Pretty impressive, since I’d only been in country for less than 4 hours. But I’m getting ahead of myself.