Last Monday my sister was feeling good enough to take off to Munich. We got on the train at 9:14 and about five and a half hours later we were in Munich. We had booked a hostel there, and I had high hopes for meeting some interesting people, maybe speaking some German again. I went to the front desk of the hostel and told the woman there (in German) that we had a reservation. She had to answer the phone at some point in our conversation about the room, and she spoke in perfect English. It was evident that she was an American, so for the rest of the time she spoke English us.
In fact English was a common theme among almost all people at the hostel. Almost nobody was a German. Most were from Australia or from the UK, and throughout our stay I probably heard less than ten people total who were conversing in German at the hostel. English was also the most common language I heard on the streets in Munich. (Granted we were exclusively in the middle of the city, near the main train station and the main sights in Munich.)
On our first night there we ate at a tasty Greek restaurant.
Along with the lack of German, another surprise was that Epiphany, the 6th of January (my only full day in Munich) was a public holiday in Bavaria. All the shops were closed. So instead my sister and I went to the toy museum, which was interesting. (I did have my camera at this point so I will let the pictures speak for themselves.)
Then we walked around a bit.
And went into the Munich Frauenkirche.
The next day Taylor met up with the rest of the group from Bethel in Munich. I saw them only briefly before I had to catch a train back to Wuppertal.
Three weeks.
--Austin
2 comments:
I can't wait for you to be back in the states and hope that we'll be able to see you shortly after you return! I missed you SO much at Christmas! Have a good last few weeks.
I believe you and Taylor may have a future posing as models for gargoyle sculptors.
Looks like Munich was fun. Enjoy your final three weeks. We will be glad to have you back!
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