So for context of my title, I just spent the last weekend in Munich, Germany and wanted to give you a feel for what (to me) everything sounded like; German was a hard language to listen to all weekend and incase you were wondering, “rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz” is a real word in German meaning something about meat laws.
But I digress, out of all the places I’ve travelled to, Germany was one of the spontaneous trips that sits at the top of my list of favorite places I’ve been to so far. Munich was such a beautiful city and looked just like what you’d imagine if you went to a city in Germany; one saying we repeated about a million times was, “it feels so German here.”
On our first day in Germany, we were dumped in the huge airport and had to find the metro to get to our airbnb apartment. We went to the information desk and asked the young woman there where the metro was and how to get to the metro stop Gronsdorf. She looked at us like we had a third arm growing out of our heads and said,
My friend and I looked at each other for a moment, wondering where we went horribly wrong with the conversation. It didn’t get much better from there either, and after she maintained a very annoyed a harsh tone with us telling us about the metro for the majority of the conversation, she suddenly changed to a sweet tone and told us to have a great stay in Germany. As we walked away, I looked at my friend and asked what in the world had just happened. Come to find out, Germans would be a little less than forgiving with us all weekend; “The Dumb Americans” would be a title we would apparently carry around with us until we returned to Spain.
When we got off the metro to find our apartment, we were so happy to see how separate the neighborhood was from the city. We figured it would be such a great change to get away from the bustling city. We walked along a beautiful street, passing adorable German houses, kids riding bikes with their parents. I thought to myself “how perfect, I wonder what our apartment building looks like”. What we would find, would not match the vibe of the neighborhood whatsoever.
To get into the apartment, we had to go down that alley and go into the tiny door that led up a sketchy staircase into our room. The room itself wasn’t so bad if you don’t include the faucet that leaked 24/7, the huge wash machine in the middle of the tiny bathroom, or the fact that the blanket for the bed was three sizes too small. I can’t complain much because it’s function for a quick weekend trip was spot on and during the day was charming more or less. BUT I will say that when we came back at night and when the whole building was pitch black, I was a little scared for my life. Not in a practical way either, more that it looked like it was straight out of a horror film.
The second day, we left on our journey to Neuschwanstein castle, the place at the top of my bucket list when I left for Europe. Getting there was slightly more difficult than we thought; first I had a hard time printing my train tickets when we arrived, second the person who we talked to about my ticket issue thought we had bought invalid tickets, and after finding out our tickets were valid and able to be printed I realized that I forgot my passport to get on the train. A rollercoaster of emotions hit me that morning, but luckily the person who we annoyed with questions all morning told us passports weren’t required because it wasn’t an international train and all was well. At one point I said,
“I thought I was going to get an ulcer, that was more stress than I needed today.” and the worker replied in the calmest tone “Please don’t get an ulcer. At least not in my presence.”
Next, before we boarded our train, I was in the market and a man in line waiting to pay said something to me in German and said it with a bit of an attitude so I countered with the same tone “English, sorry”. He looked at the man who he was with (who had a straight blonde bob haircut and was wearing makeup) and he told me that his friend was paying for my breakfast because he thought I was beautiful. Not a bad way to get the day back on track. We eventually took our two hour train ride to the castle and it was everything I expected and more. It was in fact one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen, with the mountains, lakes, trees, and overall backdrop to make it a picturesque, magical place with a castle as the cherry on top.
And incase you were wondering, the inside is just as beautiful and extravagant as the outside. Everyone must go see this place if you can. It was incredible.
Overall I thoroughly enjoyed the food, cold weather, sights, and culture that we experienced while in Munich. It was also the biggest blessing to be able to travel with a friend who I have grown so close to during my time abroad. Germany was a change of pace from what we were used to and I would go back in a heartbeat. Just maybe in a different apartment.
Germany, you were good to me, danke