We HEART Munich.

Today was full to the brim.  We had breakfast at the hostel, and get this:  we ran into Jorge and Natasha, some really simpatico Uruguayans who Wayne met in London.  Then we went to the hauptbahnhof and took a train and a bus to Dachau.

Dachau was the first concentration camp in Germany, built in 1933.  It was a heavy, somber place.  Even the weather seemed to parallel the sadness embodied in the camp.  Tiny raindrops hung suspended in the air, rendering an umbrella pointless.  The sky was masked with solemn grey clouds.  The museum was very educational; we especially enjoyed the information about the years leading up to Hitler’s reign.  We were silent as we walked around the camp, contemplating the intense suffering that occurred there.  Several beautiful memorial buildings, structures, and sculptures now exist in Dachau.  My favorite was a long row of beautiful flower wreaths.

Next we went to the Deutches-Museum, which was bomb.  We had barely over two hours there, but we could have used twenty!  It’s overflowing with cool exhibits.  We were happy with the way we spent our time.  The planes and boats were my favorite.  A worker saw Wayne taking a picture of the first German U-boat, and we thought he was going to reprimand us, but he glanced around and told Wayne to climb over the barrier and actually get in the U-boat and ride the missile like a horse so we could get THAT on camera.  Germans are pretty rad.

We took the S-bahn to the BMW headquarters, were we bummed around BMW-welt for a while.  The museum had closed, but we still got to browse around an awesome huge building full of awesome BMWs. 

By this time we were pretty tired, so we decided to go to a movie.  We got our tickets, then went up the street to get some Doner Kebabs for dinner.  They were about seven hundred times better than the Hofbrauhaus fare last night. 

So this is a shout-out to my roomies:  guess what movie I went to, in Germany, with my two older brothers??  LAST SONG!!  Yep.  That’s right.  No worries, it was in English.  There we were, totally digging some good ol’ Miley Cyrus after a long day.  Seriously, we loved it.  I was crying, like, actual tears rolling down my face.   I miss you girls!

Quote of the day, by Wayne, after noticing that we could see the old-school projector up in the projection room of the tiny theater where we saw the flick: “I feel like I just walked into the 1960s . . . with Miley Cyrus.”

-A

--Okay, boys, tomorrow we will take a train to the birthplace of Mozart.  In fact, it’s in a different country, although they speak German there.  The first four letters of this city’s name are also in our last name, and its remaining four letters are the word that means “castle” in German.

Dachau.

In the U-bahn station.

At BMW World.

This is where we got Döner Kebabs.

This movie was trite, predictable, and manipulative.  And I unabashedly loved it.

-W.