Tuesday, December 23, 2008

munching in munchen - addendum to yesterday

Okay now that I am awake, I'm writing from the train from Munich to salzburg. Forgot to tell some good stories from yesterday. First of all, the christmas markets all over town sell local foods of every variety. Next time I can upload I'll try to post a pic of the huge Bavarian pretzel - from real Bavaria - that cindy bought for us to share. We were surprised to find it was not warm. Once again, third street promenade wins. At least wetzel's pretzels are served hot. But you don't get this kind of unique fun and festive atmosphere... Or the freezing temps... Which I could live without. One thing I can't get on the promenade _ they were serving fresh potato pancakes - cooked just how they're supposed to be - in melted crisco - with a side of apple sauce! Especially since I'm missing chanukah (and the rosin party :( ) I couldn't resist. Yum!! But of course not as good as mom's. Oh and there is alcohol everywhere - apparently no rules about open containers or anything. Marianne was brave enough to try some warm "kinderpunch." It was pretty strong.
One thing to add also is the contrast between Germany and Italy. We've gone from the land of no real rules or order to almost a psychotic degree of both. Here the trains not only leave on time but it isclearly posted which train is where, where the first and second class cars come in, information down to every last detail, and they actually have ramps at the station for luggage dragging instead of a million flights of stairs. All of this is great - only problem is these very ordered people keep yelling at me. I keep getting yelled at in german - for taking too long at the atm, for standing too close to the heater at the museum, even by a bathroom attendant who was apparently about to change the toilet paper roll when I walked in - and she hissed all sorts of things at me in german despite my apologizing and letting her finish. Oh well. Anyway I think that's all I forgot from yesterday - now we are cozy on the train headed for Salzburg!

1 comment:

ASM said...

You might be mistaken -- even kind words sound like barked orders in German! Ich libe dich (with lots of phlegm) is I love you... Frederick the Great, Holy Roman Emperor (which means he was German...) once said: "I speak French to my ambassadors, English to my accountant, Italian to my mistress, Latin to my God, and German to my horse."