I mean, on the other hand, it isn’t Oktoberfest season yet.
It’s funny because I don’t go to Munich often but I did use to live around where I was walking and walking and walking yesterday and every time I see the oodles of tourists at the Marienplatz I remember that I used to duck into side streets all the time when I still lived there.
Anyway, going to the big city was so exciting that I couldn’t be bothered with even the tiniest part of morning routine which then led to me – forgetting my morning meds as well.
But I still remembered them in time to eat breakfast with my husband. (Because after taking thyroid meds you’re supposed to wait for at least half an hour before eating anything else.)
Usually when I plan an outing I will have a complete list, itinerary, train ticket, plan and packed bag the night before but I was still not sure what I wanted to do or when to leave just before putting sunscreen on and leaving the house.
My plan was to take the train to Marienplatz, walk to the Kunsthalle, see an exhibition, buy buttons, eat lunch somewhere along the way and get myself to the Café im Hinterhof in time to meet my friend at three.
Cute plan but there just wasn’t enough time.
So instead I took the train to Isartor, walked almost all the way back to Marienplatz to a burger place and had lunch first.
It was a day of waiters ignoring me and forgetting stuff I ordered but that was okay, it all worked out in the end. I have to say it is somewhat weird when I sit down at an outside table in direct view of two waiters, close the menu, look directly at both of them in succession and then see one of them walk over to another table with a family that arrived later than me. I did manage to catch their eye after that and I also managed to order my alcohol-free beer a second time when someone else sat down at my table later.
It was not the best meal of my life:
I think they made changes to the menu? I’m not sure.
I then walked right into the gaggle of tourists towards the haberdashery behind the Munich town hall.
This is not the haberdashery or the town hall, this gate is called the Talburgtor, a fact that I just learned while writing this post. I am also aware that it doesn’t look all that crowded, you just have to believe me. Also, not time for Oktoberfest yet. (I always put it in my calendar so that I don’t accidentally go to Munich while it’s on. Yes, it’s that awful.)
I was ill prepared again when buying buttons for the striped cardigan I’m making but at least I had brought my gauge swatch so I could match the color, I had measured the buttons on the other cardigan I made from the same pattern, and I looked at the pattern instructions for the button band and counted buttons on a picture of me wearing the other cardigan and on pictures where the designer is wearing hers.
Also, it’s my cardigan. I can make as many buttonholes as I like and can vary the size as well.
I wandered through the streets with the most expensive shops in Munich, for example I saw not one but two Armani shops on the way. I also went into the biggest bookshop in Munich (or one of the biggest, not sure) for the first time in ages and looked at all the books. Mostly at the ones in English. I found the bestsellers a little baffling, especially the new trends in book cover design, I feel that my book needs a re-design. Maybe. No one does photo-manipulation covers anymore, it’s all drawings. Huh.
Since I was too late to see the exhibition but way too early to meet my friend I then walked all the way to the café which took me around 45 minutes.
All the way along the Maximilianstrasse, seeing the Maximilianeum and the Isar river and then I made my way through small streets to the café. I also passed two places where I used to live, one of them was even in the same street as the café.
I was 40 minutes early, ordered something cool to drink and read. I have to say I spent most of the day reading when I wasn’t walking around. I had finished „Cursed Under London“ the night before and went halfway through the second book in the series yesterday.
My friend arrived and we updated each other on our lives and ate Zwetschgendatschi. After only two hours of talking she needed to leave again, we took the train together and I got off at Marienplatz again because I still needed to get the three things I hadn’t been able to buy the day before.
I did not find the crispbread, again, but bought two kinds of mango chutney and some crackers. Stepped on the train, read all the way back home, went to yet another supermarket (again no crispbread, or at least not the kind I was looking for) but I managed to hunt some lactose-free milk and some chocolate. Walked back home and felt like I was melting from the heat again and took a short break.
My husband was teaching when I returned and I didn’t want to interrupt which meant I only saw him much later after the boy and I were almost done with bodyweight training.
Oh, that was interesting as well. I had done a systems update in the morning on my phone and now – my bodyweight training app doesn’t work anymore. It hasn’t been in the App Store anymore for years at this point so it isn’t much of a shock but that did make us pause when we were about to start.
Fortunately, I also had the app on my iPad so we could use that. In the long run we will need to either set individual timers or find something else. There is a new version of the app by the same guy but it is 130€ per year which I find a little steep.
There was dinner, then some chocolate, I started writing this post, did Duolingo and went to bed.
Today is supposed to be rather hot again, we’re having a friend over and there is supposed to be lasagna. Well, this will be fun for sure.
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