2 January 2016
In the air. Worst takeoff I’ve ever experienced. I’ll
blast my music and try to enjoy the rest of the flight.
| Milchkaffee from the market in Munich and some planning |
I don’t want to ruin the surprise but I really did not
like Munich. There wasn’t much to see or do, the weather was awful, the food
was awful, the hostel was awful. I’ve heard it’s great during Oktoberfest but
in January...it was pretty terrible. I was also in a bit of a slump, I had just
spent a week with my friends and now I was alone…and had three whole weeks to
go. I didn’t realize that being alone would hit me so hard, but I think a lot
of it had to do with the fact that I was running on no sleep. I mean maybe it wasn’t quite
as bad as I thought, when I got there I was sleep deprived and it was cold but there were some good parts like the Viktualienmarkt and the view of the city
from the church tower and the Spanish tour I went on. I don’t want to bore you
with the all details. I’ll skip to my second to last night at the hostel.
When we got to Innsbruck we stopped at a café called
“Baguette” for breakfast. I only got a verlängerter because I packed a bread and
jam sandwich. We got our lives together and ordered our return tickets before
we set out. If you asked me to describe my experience there in one word it
would be “mountains”. The whole day I had the TAW creed going through my head “the
inspiration of the towering mountains...” We walked through the old town and fawned over the
coo-coo clocks and big knitted sweaters and took in the sights and smells of
the Christmas markets and then we went across an amazingly blue river to a neighborhood
called Sankt Nikolaus. It felt more like we were in Scandinavia than half way
to Italy (Innsbruck is the midpoint between Munich and northern Italy). The
weather was beautiful, sunny not warm, in the morning but by afternoon it
started to rain. We went inside again to thaw out. In the café an older guy
who was mentally disabled started to talk to us when he heard the two girls I
was with say they were from California. His brother has apparently been living
in LA for thirty years. I’ll be honest, it was kind of heartbreaking because it
sounded like he hadn’t heard from him since. A bit later we headed out to look
around the Olympic facilities. We couldn’t see much but it was cool to be in a
place that held the Olympics because I’m slightly obsessed. I’m not sure why
but I just didn’t make it to any of the facilities in London or Munich. At the
Christmas Market I bought a pretzel and some mulled wine along with a mug to
put it in. Both were amazing. We were pretty tired at the end of the day so we tried
to change our tickets to the 5:30 bus but the drivers were being really
difficult so we spent two hours sitting at Baguette and then Burger King
(Baguette closed at 6:30) waiting for the 7:30. The bus ride home was so warm
which was wonderful after a very, very cold and wet day. My only complaint is
that I was surrounded by couples who saw nothing wrong with three obnoxious
hours of PDA.
The next morning I got up early, checked out (best
moment ever…I really did not like that hostel) and headed down to the train
station. I had two nights booked in Füssen, Germany, the land of fairy tales
which I’ll save that for another post because I have a lot to say about that!
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