Day 16: October 9th

I'm up and dressed by 9.

 

It's all Mike's fault.. He's reallxy excited about the new city. We check out the breakfast offered by the hostel and I know there are pastries somewhere nearby, so we leave and head to a nearby cafe. I have a great latte and we eat four pastries: a filled donut, A prtzel with ham and cheese coocked on top of it, a pastry that looks like a really sweet cone and a cinnamon bun. They're all awesome.

 

WE walk up the expensive street, past a statute of Triton and towards Maximillianplatz. We keep walking until we find Rezidenz, the city's palace. WE sit in the gardens and plan Munich and what we want to do. We're on a bench, in the sun, near a fountain. I have a tea and we're both happpy.

 

So we get up and go into the Rezidenz, which is an astounding buliding. We see about 100 chambers of the castle that have been reconstructed since kjd palace was destoyed in the second world war. We see the crown jewels and they're stunning.

 

Next we walk to marienplatz, the city centre and hang out in a park. I eat a sausage on a bun, which is great. Mike reflects that the food here is better than the food at home. (Later he revises his statement to say that the everyday food here is better)

 

We go to Swatch and I get a funny watch for my sister. Then Mike and I split up. He goes to Altar Peter (Peter's Church) and walks around inside of it, before climbing the tower and getting an amazing view of the city. I've gone shopping and have a new dress and belt to show for it.

 

We're both tire, and even though it's before 5 pm, we go to have dinner at a traditional beer hall. We take a long time over our dinner, 2 hrs, and head home. We had Barvarian radish to start, Mike had pig's knuckle and discovered he liked saurkraut, I had gnocci, which is very different here. Our dessert was Apple fritter: two circles of dough with apples in them that had orange liquor poured over them and then lit, so that they wewree cooked in front of us. It was great. I wasn to try to makt the apple fritter at home.

 

We walk home through Karlsplatz and I write on my blog while Mike talks to an 18yr old Vancouver girl about life, school and religion. By now it's 9pm and I'm tired and go to sleep after listening with Mike to his audiobook, The Wheel of Time.

 

Mike has a super rotten night: there's just as much noise in the dorm as last time, but this niught he hasn't had any beer and isn't tired, although i'm exhausted.