Ich bin ein Berliner

After two weekends in a row without leaving Rohrbach (!!) a weekend away was getting a little overdue (Side note: I’m aware that all this gallivanting around is getting a bit ridiculous now, but I’m not going to stop). Out of all the trips I’ve made so far, this was the furthest I travelled and the only place I had to fly to, and as such felt the most like a holiday even though it was one of the few places I’ve been to that speaks [a variant of] the same language I’m learning on a day-to-day basis.

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Munich and Neuschwanstein

It was, to use the technical term, pissing it down when I arrived in Munich four hours later. It was one of those days when the cloud cover is so thick that it everything’s a bit dark and monotone. It was drizzling determinedly, so I set off in my Austria hat to find the Air Bnb. Luckily, it wasn’t far away and I found it without too much searching or wandering. Jenny (the girl we would be staying with) came to the house and dropped off the keys for me. I was tired, cold and wet, so as soon as she’d left I promptly got into bed and started catching up the lessons I had to prepare for the following week.

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