We arrived in Munich (carrying on with the practice from the previous entry, Munich shall hereafter be referred to as München) and, as was already becoming a habit on this trip, didn’t really know what to do with ourselves. We’d sent Sarah’s brother Michael an e-mail the day before reminding him we were coming soon and informing him of the exact date, but hadn’t heard back yet. In addition we had his non-answering cell phone number, no Euros, no working ATM cards and only a vague recollection of his address.
Finally we managed to get some money, found an internet cafe, figured out how to get there and, on the rather bold presumption that Sarah had remembered the address correctly, walked up to the appropriate house and knocked.
Fortunately Sarah’s memory had served, and we were greeted by Carmen , Michael’s girlfriend who explained, very apologetically, that Michael was away skiing and that she’d only recently read our e-mail, and had just returned from the train station and trying to find us. We in turn explained, very apologetically, that if we’d booked our train tickets more than 20 hours in advance, the whole debacle would have been avoided and that she shouldn’t be explaining anything very apologetically.
All this sorted out, we had a quick dinner and after a bit of a catchup chat (Sarah and Carmen hadn’t seen one another in 6 years) and some brief sightseeing suggestions for the following day, we were all off to bed.
A reindeer in the lacing of Michael’s glass of Starkbier. This picture doesn’t really belong here, but I couldn’t figure out where else to put it, and I like having a picture near the top of the entry.
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