Europe: Munich, Germany

Just when you hoped it was over...

I feel like we were in Munich for ever.  We rented a little studio apartment with about a hundred and twenty five steps up (I counted).  It was tiny and quaint and we both slept like shit until I took the pillows off the couch and added them to the bed.  This qualifies for #firstworldproblems, right?

Given the state of the past eighteen months or so, I am no longer a light weight (two-fold).  But the magical beer in Munich set me on my ass.  There's not much to talk about, other than I got really drunk and tried to make friends and everyone spoke English and was seemingly delighted to speak English.  I can just tell you that we still went to the grocery store regularly and still binged on European chips.  Food over there is magical!  I probably ate my weight in kindereggs, which is why it's doubled.

And the photos, all the photos:


And then we found out the pretzels weren't free.

A much nicer sterling silver version of the bracelets I offer.  It's the German in me?


I saw these in the grocer and lost my shit.
Little apartment, giant kinderegg, French subtitles (I think?).

I didn't expect Oktoberfest to be like a carnival.

Just a loose weiner. 
We went on one ride.  I've immortalized it for you.





And from the actual beer tent:


Americanization everywhere, including on this dude's "Duff" shirt. (Brewery from the Simpson's.)  People would stand on the tables, chugged their beers to a chorus, and then get escorted out.

All the beards.  All the plaid.  Actual Germans.
Singing.



I love my camera, but obviously this was taken after a little while.  Goofy blitzed.

He's so happy.  We were on our third stein.

Canadian that I made friends with.  Not sure why he hasn't accepted my friend request........ :)

His wife!



The look of fear that a drunken American woman with a camera instills in a strange man's face.  
Why didn't I buy this?


Hummels.  Because German.

 And the tattoo...

Prepping for ink.
I told him that his birthday gift was a hot chick leaning all over him.




Not gonna lie, almost died. 

Ludwig II's papi.
 And the tack store...



All the colors, all the options.

I freaking loved these boots.

And more Germany..


Surfing a river.




European ducks.



Mexican food.


Carriage ponies.  Always.

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8 comments

  1. Wow. So jealous. This trip looks like it was simply amazing.

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  2. The mexican food threw me for a loop! Now I want to go to germany!

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  3. Wow, amazing! Your tattoo is intense!!!!

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  4. When I was in Paris I watched the little mermaid in german, so french subtitles in germany sounds about right.

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  5. Sounds epic!
    Surfing in the river looks cool - i wanna try!

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  6. so many great pictures! i could definitely go for some oktoberfest beer now and one of those pairs of floral boots !

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  7. Loose weiners, tattoos, good times, & ponies when you sober up. Def my kinda trip. BTW that tapestry in the Mexican restaurant was awesome.

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  8. The food over there is amazing! Everything just tastes better and fresher. I always found it frustrating when I went there as people wanted to practice their english with me, and I so badly wanted to speak German. It lent to some interesting interactions.

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