There were a lot of Germans there. And they all spoke German. It was very annoying. All of their TV was in German, even the crappy American sitcoms had overdubbed voices over the top. I didn't like it. You could go to the gas station (or whatever the fuck you choose to call a place that sells petrolium based products used to power your motor vehicle) and buy crazy sausages made from recycled meats or meats from unidentifiable dead animals, and I guess they all had crazy German names, I dunno as I didn't look. They were in some weird thing that went around in circles and made a stick of meat look like fast food.
The guy spoke to me in German as I bought a drink in a tone that implied that he was appauled that I didn't buy any of his lovely meat products today and that I thrust a shitload of Euro coins in his face in that manner that says "HEY BUDDY I DONT SPEAK GERMAN!'. I don't mind Euros even if they are kind of crazy colours and stuff, and even if the coastline of whatever country that isn't in the EU makes a penis shape, they're still kind of cool and it makes me feel like I'm a game of monopoly where I'm dangerously close to going to jail for real (again).
Later I was in line for a ski lift surrounded by Germans talking German. I think they were talking about last nights TV and how great the overdubbing was, and how Steve Erkle (Or is it Urkle? Fuck its almost as bad as a German name!) was really cool and shouldn't be killed in the next round of racial cleansing that gets embarked on, but hey don't quote me on that because I don't speak German. I think some of them were also talking about calling phone sex lines and pretending to be girls in order to steal credit cards and selling them to un-l33t people who wanted to order anime hentai rape porn without their girlfriends finding out about their dirty little secrets through having them printed on a shared credit card bill. Again, that's just from my loose translation, which is pretty loose as I don't speak German, but I think I was right - I can tell by their facial expressions and the way they couldnt somehow avoid smacking my fucking snowboard with their stupid German skis even though there was an entire mountain for them to be on that was AWAY from me, including loads of canyons with potentially fatal falls in them.
When I went to Austria we took a wrong turn and ended up in Italy. They're like, really close or something. I think maybe we should have stayed there.