Guten Abend!

• Another full day lie ahead of us.  We left Bad Reichenhall for Koenigsee.
• One thing I’ve discovered about my travels these past few weeks: bad weather follows me around.  It rains in San Diego, like, eight days a year, and I happened to go there during three of them.  Then, I get to Germany and it’s cold and rainy here, too.  Marty, Sofie, and Gerd are also sad about this fact:

• The weather was crazy.  First, it started out cold and rainy.  Then, as our boat ride on the lake (GORGEOUS and AMAZING, btw) came to end, the clouds parted, blue sky appeared, and the sun came shining through.  Of course, right?  The weather clears up after our boat ride to St. Bartolome.  Nice.
• While riding the boat, there was group of about six or seven older women singing and drinking schnapps.  Awesome.
• We then drove to Munich, for an afternoon in the city.
• On the way, we wanted to stop in Chiemsee to check out another church, but the weather got crappy again.  Boo.
• By the early afternoon, the weather, thankfully, with the 25 mph wind gusts blowing the majority of the clouds out of the region.  Seriously, it was crazy gusty.
• Ah, Munich.  My first observation: holy tourists, Batman!
• We managed to find the big church in the middle of the city, Frauenhirchen.  Wow, this place is huge.
• We also climbed a 14-story church tower to get a glimpse of the city from above.  The staircase in said tower was very narrow (reminiscent of the world’s narrowest street), and we had to stop frequently to let people by or to pass people ourselves.  It got quite cramped in there, to say the least.  Amazing views, though–worth getting slightly felt up by the weird looking Japanese woman.
• Then, we found the Hofbrauhaus.  I’d wanted to visit this place for a while, so it was nice we got a chance to go.  The food was pretty good, but the service was terrible, even by my adjusted European standards.  Oh well, I can now say I’ve dined and drank at the famous Munich HB.  Prosit!

• With full bellies, we trekked back to the car and drove back to Burladingen.  Marty and I had a good chat (read: serious subject peppered with incessant teasing and poking…SOP, really) while Gerd graciously sped along the Autobahn and got us home safely and soundly.
• Of course, we ended our night with a little drink, an Italian concoction of champagne and liqueur.  Ah, Germany.

Guten Nacht!