I went to bed too late again but 15 minutes earlier than the day before, so at least the trend looks good. I tried writing morning pages but was too mushy for it, and skipped the rest of the morning routine completely.
When my husband showed up slightly depressed and we started with misunderstandings right away it might have been a better idea to stay at home. But well, I already bought the train tickets and I thought it would be fun even though we both were completely wrung out from all the decluttering and such.
So we went to Munich to see the „Jugendstil“ exhibition. I really, really liked it. The exhibitions at that place are always very well done, extremely interesting and the location is small enough that I don’t become overwhelmed. I also remembered that it’s better to go as early as possible, and so we were there just after they opened.
Before I had told my husband I’d need twenty more minutes, then everything went very fast and I surprised him with being ready much earlier than he thought and then dragged him to the train station at a trot. We did make the train. I also had to use my asthma spray. Oops.
What I really like about Jugendstil is that it’s as much about crafts as it is about arts and so there were lots of things like jewelry and furniture and ceramics. I even bought the catalogue at the end.
Then we decided to walk to the restaurant that we visited on our first, well, date, but when it happened we would never have called it that. When my husband and I first met we exchanged numbers and decided to go dancing together. Then it turned out that we never had time to go out in the evenings, so we decided to meet for a walk.
I think he was supposed to show up at 3. A little before that he called me on the phone and said he was sorry but he’d be 15 minutes late. 15 minutes! Here was a guy who was so conscientious that he called because of 15 minutes and the guy I had been with before was the type who didn’t show up and then sent a postcard three weeks later. Ahem. (Telling that other guy I had a new boyfriend when we met months later and he thought we still had something going on on was priceless. To be fair he was living in a different city and only came to Munich here and there.)
Anyways, back on that first ‚date‘ my husband and I started out at my apartment, walked along the Isar to the south, turned around, walked all the way up to the Münchner Freiheit, sat in a café for a bit, walked all the way back, talking about music and all the things. When we were back at my apartment we didn’t want to part so we decided to walk to the other side of the Isar and go to this Turkish restaurant.
This time we didn’t quite walk that far, we started out at Odeonsplatz and meandered to the restaurant via my old apartment and all through where both my husband and I had lived in the past. Not together, though, or at the same time.
This is a banner that caught our eyes at the state theater:
It took almost 45 minutes but eventually we got to the restaurant. We ordered our alcohol-free beer, my husband wanted lamb shoulder and I wanted lamb, vegetables and rice, no. 46.
Some time later the waiter showed up with food. „No. 26? Köfte?“ Nope.
I have to say there were only two other people in the restaurant with us and they had gotten their food already before we arrived.
So, somehow things went wrong, I got the wrong food. I briefly thought about eating the Köfte but I can have meatballs any day, I don’t get lamb very often. So I explained that it was a mistake, the waiter took the food away again. He brought the menu. I pointed to the thing I wanted, no.46. „Ah, Kavurma! He explained. And then he apologized and said it would take a few minutes. My husband got his food, we had delicious roasted flat bread with garlic, all was fine.
Finally the waiter came to our table again. I was wondering why the dish was so small, weird. He smiled and presented me with – lamb, vegetables and – two wedges of pide. No rice. I had gotten the wrong dish yet again. I didn’t want to argue again and I felt bad for the whole thing and also the dish was lamb and veggies, so I decide to just eat it.
Two minutes later the waiter came to our table again with a small plate. „Oh, my rice!“ I thought wondering why it hadn’t been on the plate in the first place like what my husband had gotten.
Well, turned out that was the plate of veggies. There were some bell peppers and tomatoes in the lamb but this was a plate of carrots and broccoli.
My husband gave me some of his rice. It was fine, the food was delicious but getting the wrong food twice in a row for the same meal is a kind of record.
After that we made our way home by train again, bought very nice Nusskipferl for my husband’s breakfast today, got on the train and dropped into a supermarket and the health food store on our way back.
We both were completely exhausted when we came back. I unpacked the groceries, my husband went and picked up a package that had been left with a neighbor, and I started some serious sitting and reading while drinking tea.
I did ask the boy about bodyweight training at some point even though I really didn’t feel like it and we ended up doing it after all. He told me bad news about yet another exam, poor thing.
Then I finally ate dinner, started writing this post, took a shower and went to bed.
And that was supposed to be an easy day. Today will be very busy but at least I won’t rush around all day.
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