My Photo
Name:
Location: Midland, Michigan, United States

I'm an enigma, shrouded in mystery, wrapped in pink cellophane. I am Jack's raging bile duct.

3.29.2005

June 7, 2003 – Saturday

Kelsey and I had to get up early to pack and get ready for our little mini-trip to Munchen (Munich). Earlier in the vacation, my parents had decided that because of my dad’s injury, it was better not to go, and so they offered us their hotel room free of charge, since they had already paid for it. We were going to visit my cousin Julie, who was there studying, wanting to train to be an interpreter.

Laurie drove. We took a rest-stop in Gruyere. There were these neat cow statues all painted with different themes and pictures. It reminded me of back home when they made all those shark statues to put up around San Jose for a while. I treated us all to breakfast while we were there.

When we reached the Swiss-Austrian border, I had my second run-in with disgruntled border patrol. This time I had left my passport in my backpack, which was locked in the trunk. I’m making enemies everywhere.

We stopped in this city called Hard, Austria. Kelsey and I ran in to a mini-mart in order to stock up on car munchies when we finally discovered these chocolate eggs that my aunt had been telling us about for a while. They are called Kinder Eggs, and they are milk chocolate on the outside, white chocolate on the inside, and are much too rich for my taste. But inside is this plastic egg that opens up to reveal a cool toy you can assemble and play with. Kelsey and I bought a few and completely fell in love with them.

We eventually packed it back in, and our next stop was Mimmelwald in Germany. This town was so quiet, I could have sworn that all of the inhabitants had lapsed into a coma. It got me thinking that this was probably the inspiration for the Grimm fairy tales where the whole city is put to sleep when the princess is cursed.

After all the stops, we ended up arriving in Munich much later than Julie had expected. We were staying in the apartment complex where she lived, which also functions as a hotel, called Hotel Tessin. Julie was not there. She had gotten a little ancy waiting for us, so she went for a bike ride. Eventually, we got a hold of her, and I was really happy to see her. It felt like ages. She looked the best I had ever seen her, really healthy.

We hopped on the U-Bahn to head out and do some shopping and sightseeing. No luck with the shopping, so we concentrated on the sightseeing instead. We saw the big Glockenspiel, this huge marionette clock, but missed the little hourly show. It was still cool though, even though it was motionless. We then walked through the English Gardens, which were so pretty and peaceful.

Julie told us about these people that surf the river, and we wanted to check it out. It was underneath a bridge. There is this one spot where the current is ridiculously strong over the rocks, so it makes a permanent wave. People hop on surfboards and ride it back nd forth for as long as they can. The good ones do tricks. No one was very good that day, which is understandable because it looks very difficult.

Hit up the Biergarten, to split some liters and pretzels. After that we headed out for dinner, where our waitress had to be the grumpiest woman in the world, and called it a night.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home