Beer is the Sister of the Sausage -- from our menu in munich
29.07.2010 - 31.07.2010
As we were planning this trip, at least one of my friends suggested it best to skip Bavaria altogether due to its food which she deemed bland and unimaginative. But I disagree. I love this food – it reminds me of a cool Autumn night – and I keep my ear tuned all day as we walk the streets of Munich, for the sounds of accordion music that signal we are approaching another restaurant churning out schnitzel with noodles. Fortunately, the whole family seems to share my taste and we stumble happily home each evening full of sausages and pretzels with resolutions to cut back the next day.
But satisfying cuisine is not all that Munich has to offer. We do all the typical tourist things – the Glockenspiel, the technological museum, and our fair share of walking the streets to admire the architecture. Analiese and I are taken by the shopping and we spend an afternoon cruising through stores where I repeatedly wonder whether the sturdy Bavarian clothing that I so admire would look peculiar in Seattle. As I’ve lost all perspective, Analiese takes the reins and convinces me that there is no really no way to work a dirndl into my wardrobe.
On our last day, Lang and I take a trip to Dachau. We head out on the train -- it is a sunny afternoon and there are tourists from all over the world who are sitting near us, their conversations, like ours, lively and animated. But it is different on the ride home. The cognitive dissonance that such a place creates leaves us troubled and we and our fellow passengers ride the train back to Munich, quiet and contemplative. It is impossible to make sense of such a despairing place but our minds nevertheless wrestle with how such a failure of empathy can occur.
We are leaving tomorrow for Salzburg and we spend our last night sitting outside enjoying a music festival. The festival is taking place on a back street in Munich and appears to be attended only by locals who share their sausages and local riesling with us. It is a warm summer evening and the people are lighthearted and joyful. The men are flirting with their wives and the musicans, all in lederhosen, sing and invite us to dance We are grateful to be part of this summer happiness but we are also looking ahead to next week when we will be in Italy with books and Chianti. We dig out the sunscreen when we get home and get ready again for the Autobahn.