I’m still coming to terms with the fact that last weekend is over, Ader is back in Paris, and the only things that I have to look forward to now are still uncertain. So I’m just going to reminisce. 
 
Friday night I dropped the kids off, grabbed my backpack stuffed with clothes, and ran out the door like I was in some kind of rush. I got to the airport early enough to eat an overpriced pretzel and bubble over with anticipation.

The arrival gate at the Munich airport is one of the most stoic I’ve ever visited-- lots of people in business attire coming out and shaking hands with people holding signs with names on it. I think Ader and I deserve a prize for the most dramatic reunification of the night. We took the S-Bahn to Neuperlach, the neighborhood where our hotel was and, according to my German teacher, one of the two sketchy neighborhoods in Munich. By the time we got to our room it was around eleven and we just decided to curl up in bed and go to sleep.

The next day we went on the walking tour (http://www.newmunichtours.com/daily-tours/munich-free-tour.html), although we stopped for krapfen on the way there which made us a little late. Our tour guide, Craig from Chicago, brought his ten year old son with to help narrate, and they did a better job of showing all the highlights of the city than I would have been able to. Then, once we were sufficiently hungry we went to an all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant that I had heard good things about. It was one of those places where the sushi comes by on a conveyor belt, and you can either pay 1 Euro/plate or 13 Euros for as much as you can eat in an hour. We of course chose the latter. The sushi wasn’t terrible and we certainly ate our money’s worth. But a lot of it was bland (plane cucumber rolls) or bizarre (cherry tomatoes and arugula stuck on top). So I have yet to find really good sushi anywhere in Germany.

Sunday we wandered around for a little bit taking pictures and then ate at a slow but delicious Bulgarian restaurant. I plan on taking anyone who comes to visit me there. We made it to the airport exactly on time, and I only cried a little bit, while I stood there with my giant backpack and watched Ader pass through security. I took my time getting home. Sleeping by myself again was no treat.

In other news I finally got over to the Gasteig to pay for my next German class. Now I just have to wait and see if I’ll get to stick around long enough to take it.