- Neuschwanstein. Phbtbtbtbt. The Neushwanstein is an overpriced tourist convergence spot. The nine euro tour runs fifteen minutes. The famed "grotto" is like a room and a half of fake rock with colored lights. And you can't take any pictures inside so I can't even show you how sad it was. The natural scenery nearby is much cooler than the castle, and could have done without the big white brick, in my opinion. In conclusion, there is no Santa Claus and bah humbug.
- Having eaten very little on the way out, I headed for Hofbrauhaus for my last dinner in Munich. It was loverly. I had mushroom soup with dough dumplings, cheese noodle onion stuff, a small salad, and half of my liter mug of beer, which was more than enough. Sorry Chris. It was a glass mug. Nobody seems to actually drink out of steins anymore. You can buy them as souveniers, but they're not in the bars or restaurants.
Despite the fact that I spent a good part of the day wishing I'd gone to the New Pinakothek instead of Neushwanstein, it was a good day. The sun was shining. There was lovely nature. And I finally found out what those crops of yellow flowers I've seen all over the place (France, Italy, Germany, and I think some in England too) are. They're rapeseed, the seed canola oil comes from. Apparently the fried food demands of the world require a heck of a lot of it.
Since this is turning out to be a criminally short update, I'll add a couple of cultural notes. I have never seen or heard of a city the size of Munich where people wait for the crosswalk signal regardless of whether there is any traffic. It's eerie. I do it too, just to blend in, which I apparently do too well. More people per day here approach me assuming I am a native than in any other country I've visited, including England. I'm freaking out!
I'll catch you all tomorrow when it's off to Berlin (and a PlayStation 2)!
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Well, I´m partly talking to myself when I call that update criminally short. I´d like to think I did more than two small blurbs worth of living in an entire day of vacation. As for the usual quantity of my blogs, it probably takes me an hour a day to write them, the longer ones at least. Since I´m not doing as much audio logging as I expected to (it´s difficult to find a private place to talk into the mic sometimes), this is my main journal.
I made a decision not to give Lucas my money for episode three. He doesn´t really deserve it, and I´m sure I´ll catch it at some point. Did Eric like his grandmother?
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