|Even Paul's reflection in the window is a sad face.|
The most recent memory I have of Munich is sitting in a hotel room crying while attempting to eat an entire bag of cheddar and sour cream chips and drink two cans of root beer in under thirty minutes.
It was unpleasant for so many reasons.
See, the thing was...I had just dropped my parents and sister off at the airport and they had brought us American snacks that we weren't going to be able to fit (or carry-on) in our backpacks for our own later flight home. That should explain both the crying and the binge drinking.
Two years earlier, Munich was originally dumb since it was the place we said goodbye to Paul's family as well. I remember leaving them in a little family hotel room near the train station, giving last-minute directions to the airport, as we left to catch our overnight train back home to northern Germany.
It was the wooooorrrrrrst.
Munich is THE WORST.
But it's so unfair because, I mean, if all these pictures I have of Munich weren't drenched in the tears of eternal woe, then Munich would kind of look like THE BEST.
I mean, really, it has a lot going for it. There are a gabazillion churches, for example. And all of them have an interesting story - example: legit Roman-era mummies on display? I know this, because I've been through the first 85% of the Rick Steve's Munich Walking Tour twice now.
Also, there's this outdoor market area that's always been gorgeous with its maypole and chestnut trees and adorable stalls selling handwoven baskets and bratwurst (different stalls...not the same stall. Though maybe I just didn't see that one.)
Or there's the Englischer Garten - this gigantic and gorgeous park with a lazy-river style canal you can just float along (or surf, in particular spots). Want to picnic? Find a spot in a giant, amazing meadow. Want to go horseback riding? Sure thing! Want to ride a segwey while eating weisswurst? You find it there.
There are palaces and art museums and opera houses and biergartens, and dirndl shops (one of my life goals is to own a tailored, green dirndl...). It's actually a really nice city.
...if it wasn't actually the worst city in the world!
The real point I'm trying to make here is that...we need to go back sometime. Munich needs some redemption - and dag nabbit, I want to finally finish that Rick Steve's Walking Tour!
I'm counting down the days until my third anniversary of living in Europe by recapping trips that I never got around to highlighting. You can see the list of trips (and links to them as they are written) here.