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Published: November 19th 2008
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That was a Monty Python reference...
Needless to say, my journeys with my mother were not over in Switzerland! I had been given the opportunity to see her AND Sarah again, in the new home that the family had sought out in Germany, right near a beautiful lake. I took the opportunity, and no less than 5 days later, I found myself on a train to Munich, with detailed directions on how to get to the Bavarian country side. It involved some travel on the S-Bahn, which was daunting, because I have a history with foreign subway systems: but my hopes were high, and I set out from Venlo at 10:30...mom and Sarah wouldn't be able to pick me up until 8:45, and my train arrived in Marienplatz at 6:30. However, there is so much to see there, I was not complaining, and wandered the streets of Munich for a little while before settling down to wait for the subway I was supposed to catch...German transportation is AWESOME. I had absolutely no problems getting to Marienplatz, or to Seefeld Hechendorf, which was my final destination. I took the S-Bahn, and arrived at said final destination at around 9. It was
Where's Janet?
Can you find her? so good to see Sarah and mom again! Rainer and the boys were in Munich city center, so it was just us three gals, and we headed back to the new house (which is absolutely adorable), got Pastis, and went to a traditional Bavarian restaurant. Of course, My Monty Python senses were tingling, seeing as one of their more hilarious sketches involves Americans that venture out to a "traditional Bavarian restaurant," The food was delicious, contrariwise to the sketch, and we sat for a couple hours enjoying the warmth of the building, and each other's company.
Mom and I had planned on helping to paint the house the next day. I for one, was excited about this prospect. However, Sarah insisted that we spend the day in Munich instead, and would not hear otherwise. With no other choice, I was destined to spend the entire day with my mother.
I kid, obviously. She's a delight to be with.
We got a good night's sleep, and awoke to chattering downstairs. Sarah's friends had started to come out to the house to help with painting! Breakfast (or more like lunch) was 100% traditional Bavaria: white sausages, pretzels, sweet mustard,
and beer. Yummmmm!
Mom and I took the S-Bahn into Marienplatz, where I had been the previous day. To see this place in the daylight was a completely different experience. I had never pictured Munich to be so... old world. I always saw it as built up and metropolitian. But it's not. The town hall is a BEAUTIFUL structure that has real flowers in its windows all year...right down the street is a gigantic yellow church, which sits on the edge of the huge town square area. Sarah had recommended us a cafe to visit, and we were delighted when we saw how fancy it was: modeled very much after the 1930s. So cool! We spent time sipping coffee and talking, before walking through the Hofgardens, seeing some street side performers, and doing a little shopping (cool side note: in a perfumerie called Douglas, mom found the perfume she wore 20 years ago, when she and dad were dating. She hadn't been able to find it in the states...very cool, and she bought it!). We spent decent time just walking, and we were tired when we finally headed back to the train station. By that time, it was about 7,
Yellow church.
I haven't found out the name of it yet, but... and we were looking forward to see what progress had been made on the house.
45 minutes later, Sarah was picking us up, and explaining that we would be going to the same restaurant, which we didn't object to in the slightest! We went back to the house to see it turned upside down, in a good way. One room was entirely painted, and others were in the process. So awesome.
We had a wonderful dinner, and I ordered the salad I had the previous night: duck meat and delicious brown lentils atop leafy green wonder. Yum yum YUM.
The next morning, our time with Sarah was to end, which was the cause of many tears (but they were mostly mom's tears. But this is obvious). We woke up fairly late, ate some pretzels for breakfast, and thus began our trek home, back to the castle. This journey was peppered with unfortunate events, culminating in a delayed Dusseldorf train. We ended up getting back two hours later than we had planned, hoping to get mom to her hotel. Luckily, it was not closed, and with Monty's aid, I brought her to the inn, and bid her adieu for the evening.
Mumsy
In the cool cafe :) It was fun showing mom where I live, and the following morning, we stopped by the bakery, and she hung out in my room while I did homework/attended class. We planned to go to Arcen, a place I knew she would love. We day-tripped there at the beginning of the year. With Kelsey, we went the following day, and had some of the best Dutch-prepared food I have had (which is very difficult to find. Food=big no no here). Brie and ham tosti's! Delish.
In the evening, we celebrated Monty's birthday with confetti, balloons, Toy Story, and ice cream. We had originally planned to go to Amsterdam, and mom would leave for the airport from Amsterdam, but she decided to stay in Well for another evening. We planned her trip to the airport, which I would not be able to accompany her on, and then she headed back to the hotel. In the morning, I brought her as far as Venray, the closest train station, and couldn't help but get a little sad. My connection with home was leaving me! However, a month from today, I board a plane to Boston.
I hope those reading don't get the
wrong impression; I'm thoroughly loving Europe. We're all very close at the castle, traveling is magic, and Europe is beautiful. But sometimes you want nothing more than a Thanksgiving meal, your own bed, and DUNKIN' DONUTS.
Anywho.
The next time I blog will be from London...?
See you in a month 😉
Me
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Pierre Masse
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Best entry 'cept the one about that place called Paris
I have to say Theresa, you could write about a telephone booth and I would enjoy the read. You have such a great knack for telling the minutest detail in a captivatingly exciting way. I really envy your gift for storytelling. Even though you have been experiencing such great things, and great things are difficult to convey to others, your telling of them makes me feel that I am there. And when I think, you will be home with us in one month! Oh Gott der Herr! Ich liebe dich, Deiner vater!