|Oktoberfest in Munich! It's only a couple of weeks away!|
Why Munich? If you've been following my vacation blogs over the last several decades, you understand that the answer to every "Why?" question is "Why the [heck] not?" Actually, there is a reason this time. This is a vacation trip that I am taking my sister (hereafter, the "Sister") and brother-in-law (hereafter, the "Brother-in-Law," or "B-I-L"), In the interest of maintaining my promise to keep their internet presence they shall be referred by these names that will leave no internet footprints.
Me, on the other hand, I am totally OK with my sasquatch-sized internet footprint. It's part of the territory when you are one of the few known Spretnaks in the internet era.
|The Glockenspiel. Lying dormant. Foreshadow: it will come to life on tomorrow's adventure.|
Thankfully uneventful flight to Munich. The connection in Toronto was very tight, but despite the fact that Toronto Pearson is gi-normously huge, it is extremely well-organized and the line at passport control was one person deep. It was awesome. Eight hours later we were in Munich. And about an hour later, we were having lunch at the Ratskellar, a restaurant the size of Toronto Pearson Airport, underneath the New Town Hall (New "Town Hall," rather than "New Town" Hall), which is the home to renowned Glokenspiel.
|There will be pictures of food later in the Vacation Blog. But not at the Ratskellar. I was jetlagged.|
|Bas relief of the Bavarian Pope|
|Miss Bavaria 1844|
|Pictures of food! As promised.|
And then it was time for this ...
|Bedtme at the Ambassador Apartmenthotel near the Vaterstatten ubahn stop in the Munich suburbs|