If you drive down to Tegernsee, a lake nestled up against the Bavarian Alps, and spend the day hiking, you might get caught in an improbably strong summer rainfall. You might just get completely soaked and need to increase the briskness of your pace as you climb back down the hills.
You might notice, when you make it down the hill, that the rain has now quieted. It could encourage you to scrap the plans to picnic on sandwiches in the car and, even though you and your three friends are drenched and shivering slightly and your feet are undeniably blistered, to instead find a nice spot by the lake. And you just might, on your way to the lake, stumble upon a little Volksfest that happens to charm the lederhosen off you.
It could happen.
You might end up grinning from ear to ear, looking around in marvel at the size of the beers, the sharpness of the local dress, and the incredible cripsness and flavor of fish painted all delicious with a mixture of melted butter, beer, salt and pepper and roasted on a spit. You might just stay for a while.