Ach du lieber, let me tell ya: if one more fella asks me why a stubborn Bavarian like me packed up his Bierkrug and moved to Texas, I might just smack him with a bratwurst. It’s not complicated, Freunde – Texas is like Bavaria’s wild cousin who traded the Alps for longhorns, and I fell head over boots for it. Sunsets Bigger Than Beer Steins In Bavaria, ja, we have mountains and lakes that make poets cry. Schön, wunderbar. But…