Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Summer Seems To Be Here!

***A warning for my aunt, who always complains about tempting photos: This post contains images of food--make sure you eat prior to reading!***

It's been a lovely couple of weeks in good ol' Tuebingen, and the summer weather is rearing it's beautiful head like there's no tomorrow! Every day I check they weather, the weatherfolks predict rain, and then we get heaps and heaps of sunshine...no complaints, except that it would be nice to have accurate predictions for making nice outdoor plans!

My evening English class is over now, and I'm left with a part-time tutoring gig and some babysitting. This means I have many free evenings to work on my language stuff and do some cooking! In need of something exciting last week, I finally tried making risotto for the first time. During our stay in Ireland, Sinead's dad made a delicious one for us, and I had a chance to observe the process itself while in Sweden. I was a little nervous to give it a go myself, but since I as just cooking alone, the worst that could happen is I would eat some kind of rice dish alone with some tasty wine...pretty good alternative to perfect risotto, I think. Oddly enough, risotto was something I always passed up on restaurant menus. It just didn't feel that 'exciting' to me, and when I go out, I like to go the interesting route (or, you know, the delicious burger route). Some rice dish? Wow, sounds thrilling. Except it really is thrilling, easy and very filling. Plus there are so many possibilities...this is going to be a go-to for me for a long time to come.

Here is a brief step-by-step for those who haven't made this delicious beauty before and want to give it a go!

I chose to do a mushroom leek risotto because those were the best looking veggies on sale at Kaufland. I started by sauteeing the mushrooms and leeks, separately of course so as not to crowd the mushrooms (thank you, Mrs. Child), and set them aside.

 Who doesn't love leeks? When sauteed, they give off a deliciously creamy texture and flavor without any dairy or fat in there (well, except some of the good stuff in the olive oil)

Mushrooms, uncrowded and happy

Then I toasted my rice in the bottom of my pot with a little bit of olive oil...




There's about 250g of arborio rice in there, which allegedly calls for about 500ml of liquid over the course of the cooking. I figured I'd taste as I went and just use my judgment, and my liquid of choice was white wine. This was a very good choice.

Here's the rice absorbing it's first bit of liquid. When it started to get through the stuff, I dumped in some more, always trying to keep it with just enough liquid to cover everything. 


 If you can detect any visual difference whatsoever, here we are nearing the end of the process. 

 Then I folded in the leeks and mushrooms. That lovely creamy texture you see comes from the traditional risotto process of gradually adding liquid and constant attention/regular stirring. No butter or other fat added to this whatsoever!

 Then I folded in lots of parm. This is about half a block of freshly grated cheese....I know that's a vague quantity, but it was a standard, ~1" thick triangular block...use your judgment here

 Voila! The final product! It's not too inspiring on the white plate, but that's all I have. It was very, very delicious, and when my friends walked in to the apartment for our wine/movie night, they announced that it smelled like I had cooked something, "very boozy." This was, of course, true, and they got to try some risotto as well. 

Anya's friend, Amanda, has been visiting, and last week the two of them went out in a rented rowboat with Sinead and me. I had been dying to get onto a body of water and do something mildly active, so this was lots of fun! You can rent them for an hour at a time and it's 3 Euro/person, so very affordable. I rowed most of the way up and back because I was having way too much fun, but then we swapped out and everyone took a turn toward the end. I did get to dock a boat that wasn't a racing single for the very first time (not quite the same as docking an 8, but close), but I felt pretty okay backing the thing in after having watched so many coxswains do it over the years. Turns out being able to row on one side of a boat is a pretty transferable skill, and diddling around with complete control of a boat's steering was a good brain exercise. Also, sidenote: Tuebingans can, according to my friends who swim, not swim in a straight line down a lane to save their lives. We noted that the same is true of Tuebingans in boats. Even paddle boats that involve facing forward and using a steering wheel; I was proud to say I did better backward with two oars than several of the crazies out on the river with us.

 Sinead gives rowing a go, and apparently fares decidedly better than her first attempt. I thought she was excellent, personally. 

 The main bridge in the city and the old houses from the river.


Down toward the boathouse...I wish we could row on this part of the river, but there's some kind of dam thing in the way? I'm a little unclear on that bit

Over the weekend I went to Mannheim to visit with my original German host family from high school. Their daughter stayed with us 6 years ago on a short school exchange, and then I went and stayed with them for a week or so the following spring. It was really nice to see them again and to get some always-appreciated family time. I arrived on Friday evening and we had a small barbecue at my older host sister's house, down the street from the family's home. We ate lots of delicious meat and salads, and wound up having quite a few drinks and playing the German version of Taboo. Turns out I'm not just good at games like that in English. 

On Saturday, Sandra (my host sister) and I went a few towns over to ride the Sesselbahn--basically a chairlift that takes you up and down a mountain so you can get a gorgeous view of the valley, feed some deer in their deer sanctuary enclosure, and eat tasty food. The view from the top was absolutely beautiful and full of small villages and vineyards. We paid a visit to the deer (lots of babies!), and then had some Apfelschorle with Leberknoedel and Sauerkraut. These are dumplings made with liver and some kind, I think, of meat. Sounds odd, but is extremely good, and very traditional for the region (Rheinland-Pfalz). Here's a panoramic view, cut into several shots, of the valley taken from the cafe where we had lunch. Note: All of those fields are vineyards:





 Here are some deer, just chillin. Not in the photo are the children feeding them dried corn...

That evening, we went to the Mannheimer Stadtfest. This is basically an enormous festival with music and lots of food and alcohol. We went with my host sisters and some of their local friends. I didn't know many of them and it's a bit tough for me to understand speedy German conversation in a noisy environment, but I still had a great time. Amusingly, I got to see two of the friends I had met 6 years ago at the Championship hockey game for the Adler Mannheim (Mannheim Eagles). 

 Here is my first Spaghetti Eis from the alleged original inventors of the dessert. This is a small mound of whipped cream in a bowl, topped with vanilla ice cream that has been put through an extruder to look like spaghetti, fresh strawberry sauce, and shaved white chocolate. With a wafer on top. I was not disappointed!

 View towards the famous Water Tower
 The view back over the crowd

 More people

In other news, I babysat for Florian yesterday morning and finally met some other parents in the park. One of them mistook him to be my child, found out I was actually the American babysitter, had a long chat with me (he's also a foreigner), and then offered me a possible babysitting job for his daughter. Good times!


 Florian pushes his own stroller

And then throws rocks in the stream...yes, I was mistaken for this child's mother.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Oh The Things I'll Do When I Get Back

If you're reading this you've probably met me, and if you met me and then spent more than 20 minutes at some point in my presence, you probably noticed that I'm a bit of a dork. You may have also noticed that if you use common stereotypes as a guide, I don't necessarily make a lot of sense. In support of this statement I offer up a very incomplete list of things I enjoy: cooking elaborate meals, contact sports, baking three-layer-cakes, unearthing the trash of long-dead individuals (also known in some circles as archaeology), knitting, star trek, rowing, aggressively telling off people who deserve it, sewing, finding excuses to wear spandex, did I mention contact sports?, making things at home and from scratch, star wars, cocktails, travel, sculpture, beer and wine, Greek pottery, making a night out of it, engaging in the playing of computer games with the men in my family, the Oxford comma, and triumphant sports movies; I will cry. Every time.

I get the impression I don't come off like a total dork upon first impression, because I really enjoy the reactions I get when people get to know me in a "whoo fun!" casual, social context and then realize at some point that I'm actually stealthily dorky/nerdy/whatever. This usually happens when someone brings up a computer game from my childhood (hey, I said I liked spending time with the men in my family, okay?) or I accidentally slip out a reference to my childhood obsession with Star Wars. The polite, blank stares generally slide in my direction until I explain that, in fact, my greatest disappointment with the scale model Millennium Falcon (complete with smuggling hatch!) was that it was too small for Barbie to fit inside without lying down, and that it was thus a little awkward for her and Luke Skywalker to take to her pink, plastic hair salon. People don't think of these things when they make toys, and it's frustrating!

Anyway, I digress. The original point to this back story was that I'm just generally sort of weird and all over the place with my interests, and it's been difficult to fulfill all of my needs regarding them in Tuebingen. Rowing has turned out to be nearly impossible here since we can't actually get anyone at the local club to pick up a phone or answer an email (grr.). I want to be baking and cooking fancy things all the time but 1) my housemates are awkward and spending prolonged periods of time in the kitchen is just asking for it, and 2) I need more supplies and gadgets and haven't wanted to buy them since I'm here for a very finite period of time and wouldn't have the space to bring much home. It's been hard to sew or knit since I don't have a machine and yarn is expensive, so I'm not doing any of the former or as much of the latter as I'd like.

Over the past year, I've been getting into the idea of finally having my (well, our) own place, and I think because of that, "It's mine! It's mine!" feeling, I've been simultaneously getting more and more excited about making absolutely everything possible. Gilder and I have been talking about making all of our own bread, sauces, yogurt, jams, preserves, bacon, you name it. I've found a phenomenal blog for this called Eating From The Ground Up that also has an accompanying cookbook which I can't wait to buy. Not only have I been getting psyched to have a real kitchen back again, but I've also gotten onto mailing lists for some great general crafting websites, and am being enticed by the constant advertisements for video workshops and books on knitting and sewing. I did lots of sewing as a younger kid, but haven't really had the time or the space for it in quite a while. I did mostly quilting and doll making at summer sewing camp, but after I started knitting sweaters in particular, I realized how fun it would be to make my own clothes. Skirts, blouses, pants--I have tons of things I want to make, as well as a number of knitting projects I want to be working on, mostly beautiful sweaters. I could get a video class about creating a pattern from beloved pants or shorts and replicating them! I could buy one on blouse-making! They're both on sale! I could learn to knit sideways! I could make this pullover from the copy of Interweave Knits sitting on my bed, waiting for me at home!

You can wear this bad boy four ways, both upside down and backwards! (Photo credit: Interweave Knits via ravelry.com)

What's killing me is that now, while I have the free time, I don't have the resources I need to be working on all of these fun things, and it's making me a little crazy. Add to that that I haven't been able to do much in the way of rowing or working out and, with the exception of having to leave all the wonderful people I've met here, I'm so ready to be home. 

The one bright spot is that I did just purchase what I am convinced is the greatest workout tool around: a theraband. Once the excitement of feeling like a real college student and being able to do whatever I wanted, pretty much whenever I wanted, wore off, I started to miss my daily routine and being on the water desperately. I just don't like feeling weaker and non-functional, so when I ran across these guys in a store while out shopping with my au-pair, Andrea, I knew I had to get one. It was about 8 bucks for 1.5 m of band, and at the beginning of the week I started trying to see if I could work out a strength training routine. I went for the green color, figuring I'm not in any way weak but definitely haven't been training, and it's been surprisingly effective at getting me sore and feeling like I'm doing something! You can do all sorts of things--leg extensions, squats, curls, presses, butterflies, etc, with the help of a theraband, and I've been really, really enjoying it. Add some ab work and a warm-up and cool down that involves stretching and then dancing around my room like a crazy person (because I totally don't do that anyway) and you've got a decent workout right there. The only thing that frustrates me is that the one exercise I'd really, really love to be doing--the row, where you attach the band at it's middle to an object, step back so that it's taught, and mimic a rowing machine motion--is far, far too easy with the band color I got. Go figure.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

A Wealth of Worldly Visitors: Tuebingen, The Romans, Ritter Sport, and Munich (again)

As I mentioned previously, my visit to Sweden kicked off just around two weeks of social time for me. I don't mean the kind of social time that constitutes my life generally--I mean, let's face it, I'm posing as an erasmus student, so there's a lot of casual, lightly beer and/or food-fueled socializing. No, I mean the kind where I may or may not have skipped a class or two to spend time with people I adore and find much more difficult to see these days! This may have put me a little bit behind schedule on my mastery of languages both dead and living, but hey, I don't sweat the small stuff because it was a total blast!

After my return from Sweden I had a few days to try to get ahead caught up on things (I failed miserably. The weather was beautiful. Sue me.), and then another very dear au-pair friend arrived from Toulouse with her husband and daughter to visit little old me in Tuebingen! Andrea was the au-pair for my family in hmm...'95/'96, but has spent a lot more time with us over the years for short stays, visits, etc. She and her husband, Timo, are German (I was even at their wedding during my last summer stint in Trier!), but their professional lives have taken them to Toulouse. This means that not only do they have a lovely house with a pool, fig trees, and the whole shebang (which I may or may not be scouring the internet for airfare deals to go see again...well, I would be seeing THEM at their house, of course), but they also have a stunning polyglot of a 2 1/2 year old daughter whom I just adore. Anyway, they arrived on Thursday afternoon and we began a wonderfully relaxed weekend filled with walking around Tuebingen, shopping, and lots and lots of eating. They treated me to more delicious meals than I can count at this point, and it was such a treat to be so spoiled and plucked from my rather thrifty studenthood. (Thanks again, guys!!) I also get to spend a lot of time chattering with their daughter, who is about the same age as a little boy I babysit here. It was a really interesting experience because she just felt a lot 'older' to me. Andrea and Timo pointed out what I should have considered off the bat; she's a girl, and more often than not girls are ahead of boys in terms of verbal development. I read a very interesting book several months ago that explains why (The Female Brain, read it. Go. Yes, there's one about the male brain as well) that is, among a lot of other things, and how the communication circuits in female and male brains are vastly, vastly different. Interesting stuff. At any rate, she was just putting together a lot more complete phrases and sentences than my babysitting charge does, and it was quite funny to hear her mix French and German in the same breath. Especially alternating words. Something like, "Ich veux auch glace," for example, which is, "I want ice cream, too," except she has successfully switched languages with each word. I have a hard time doing that if I try, even though I speak and understand both languages quite comfortably. Children's brains are amazing things in general, but they are particularly fascinating when they're in their prime language acquisition phase.

The Toulouse contingent continued on with their tour of southern Germany on Monday afternoon (after a final, delicious, enormous outdoor breakfast, I must add), and on Tuesday evening, I was joined in Tuebingen by very dear friend and former Wes rowing teammate (in as much as you an say that), Terrence. T had been teaching in Vietnam for the the past 9 months or so, and is making his way around Europe to do some visiting of friends and attend his sister's graduation from a graduate program in Paris. I was thrilled when he asked if he could come and see me in Tuebingen, and of course said yes right away! He had a rather long trip (understatement of the week), but still managed to make it out for some Kaesespaetzle and beer with Josh and I on his first ever night in Germany. Seeing as we didn't have a toddler to take into account and are the traveling student types, usually characterized by, "go go go let's do things and see things go go go," we spent a lot more time checking out the surrounding area. On Wednesday we walked around Tuebingen and then headed out to see the Roman Open Air Museum in a town called Hechingen-Stein, not too too far from here by train. This place was very cool, but we did notice a sad lack of signs in English or French. Odd, since their welcome sign was multilingual. We still enjoyed looking at everything, and I was sorely tempted to go up and try to have a chat with the archaeologists excavating across the site, but it would have been nicer had we not needed to rely on my translating skills; my overall comprehension was fine, but it's amazing where you run into trickiness when you try to make sense of what you've read out loud in your native language. Regardless, there were lots of things to see on site; the area was originally home to what I understood to be a rural villa of sorts. There was a central building accompanied by a bathhouse, smithy, mill, and storage building, and the whole thing was enclosed by a protective wall of sorts. Parts of these structures have been reconstructed with exhibits about different aspects of the area and roman life dispersed throughout. There were also lots of mannequins in different rooms participating in said daily life...I can never decide if this is cool or creepy. A little bit of both, maybe. We then missed the bus on our way back, so ended up walking from the train station in Hechingen (about 5km each way) to the museum round-trip. It was an absolutely beautiful day, though!

Here are some photos from the museum. Somewhere on T's camera there is a picture of me playing roman dress-up. We'll see how that one came out...

 Part of the original bathhouse. You are seeing the floor there at the back left, and the columns that held it up for under-floor heating littered around the surface to which they've excavated.

 The reconstructed latrine. Complete with graffiti. 

 One possible reconstruction of the whole place. Covered central court? Open court? Who knows. 

 View of the rest of the complex from the porch of the central building

 I'll take one of these in my own villa, please. 

 Also this. Minus the creepy serving mannequin.

 Roman dress-up! We think it was intended for kids but some of those costumes were pretty big, so I tossed one on. Thankfully Terrence has the photo, not I!

 More excavated areas

 And some more...

 I blew this one up so you can see the archaeologists behind the bench there. No clue what they were working on, but I so desperately wanted to ask. 

After we returned to Tuebingen, we met up with Anya, her visiting friend, Ivor, and Sinead at Neckarmueller to sit in the Biergarten and enjoy the sun; we were fortunate enough to find a table right along the river, though to be fair, the whole restaurant and Biergarten are right along the river, more or less. Terrence arrived thinking he didn't like "Helles", ie. white/light/wheat/whatever you want to call it beer, and the typical type that is served down here. Fortunately he changed his mind.

 Mmm... a nice helles on a sunny day

Nixing the idea of taking out a row boat (it's light but it's really about 7/7:30 in the photos below), we stopped at the grocery store for some more beer and settled on the Neckar Insel (the island that divides the river Neckar right where the bridge crosses it). After some people jumped out of their boat for a swim, Ivor decided to join them. They claimed it was freezing, but those of us who are used to real cold water knew better. 
 Ivor goes for a swim, seems to feel victorious

We finally found ourselves at Kaufland where we procured dinner ingredients and made pizza back at Anya's apartment, just across the hall from mine. This was, of course, accompanied by more beer. I realize this makes it sound like everyone was likely drunk at this point, but when you're lazing about in the sun, you tend to take a while to do anything, especially consume a beer. Rest assured, we were entirely sober and on our best behavior. 

 Though you might not know it from this photo...

The following day, we spent the morning at the archaeological/history museum in Tuebingen's castle. We definitely did not budget enough time, because this place was way more awesome than we expected it to be, and we found ourselves seriously rushing to peek at everything by the end of our time there. They had an outstanding exhibit on European prehistory with unbelievable neolithic carvings made mostly out of mammoth ivory. The archaeologists from Tuebingen are the ones who have found a number of those Venus figurines and the oldest known instrument, a small bone flute, from (I believe) the same site. This should give you an indication of the quality of some of the artifacts we were seeing--crazy! We had to rush through the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian areas, and ran off to grab some of the world's best falafel (yes, right here in Tuebingen) before we met up with Anya and her visiting friend, Amanda. The museum has great English translations for all of it's Tuebingen history and prehistory exhibit text, and is free for students. If you're here in Tuebs, go check it out! I'm definitely going to be going back. 

We then all headed out to the Ritter Sport Factory, which is an easy 20-minute bus ride from Tuebingen. I had never been, but had seen it several times on the way to and from the airport in Stuttgart, so I was quite excited for the excursion. The factory is in a small town called Waldenbuch, and they have both an entirely unrelated modern art museum and a chocolate exhibit/gift shop complex right nextdoor. Unless you schedule a special tour, this is the place to go, so we followed Anya--our experienced tour guide--to the exhibit. They have all sorts of information about how chocolate is made, where their ingredients come from, the history of the company, advertising, etc. It was quite informative and well-done, I thought. One of the best parts is the following contraption that dispenses free samples. It was working sporadically, but we finally wound up with some chocolate! 


There is of course also an enormous chocolate shop there, where you can buy all things Ritter, including leftovers of the out-of-season flavors and discounted chocolate that is packaged in bulk. This is how I wound up with my winter favorite, Vanillekipferl, and a rather large amount of marzipan-filled Ritter. For those unaware, Vanillekipferl are those delcious, almondy, crumbly, powdered sugar-covered crescent cookies that I make for the holidays. Delicious inside chocolate!

 Here is the Ritter Sport expansion pack for Settlers of Catan, a German game that has been around for ages but has suddenly gained a huge cult following among college students. My family has had this for years--I always knew we were cool! Anyway, you can buy this 'Chocolate Market' set to go with it...

 Waiting for the bus--note more beautiful weather. 

On Friday, Terrence's last day in Tuebingen, we spent some more time seeing the city and then after my regular tutoring session, hopped a very comfortable, easy, inexpensive bus to Munich. The only downside of the whole trip was when the entire Autobahn was merged down to two lanes, then one, and funneled through a rest stop parking lot full of police and vehicles that had been pulled over. Our driver, who grumbled to himself for most of the trip, was beyond peeved, and we could only figure they were looking for something or someone. A little creepy. We arrived in Munich on schedule, though (I learned on the way back that they build about a 20-minute delay into the schedule--smart!), and made our way to the apartment of my friend Marie, whom we agreed I hadn't seen in about 6 years. Marie is German, but spent most of her time from age 10 through the end of high school in the US, if I remember correctly due to her mother's work as a professor. They lived in Palo Alto, Hanover, and New Haven (that's Stanford, Dartmouth, and Yale, for those who don't know) during their time in the States, and Marie and I attended middle school together for a little while, and played clarinet together in the band. She's wonderful, and we always got along very well, so it was sad when she had to move to New Haven. I'd seen her a couple of times since then, however, but not during the course of our college careers as she was at Cambridge and I was at Wesleyan. She was gracious enough, however, to offer to put us both up during our two-night stay in Munich, and it was absolutely lovely to see her! 

Alas, it rained for most of our first day, but Marie was an excellent tour guide and took us out for traditional Bavarian breakfast (weisswurst--veal sausage--with sweet mustard, pretzels, and beer), walking us all over part of the city in the process, before spending some time studying; she's a medical student, so the work never stops. Oddly, I realized I had actually been to the restaurant before with my mom, where I had what I still remember as unbelievably tasty pasta with Pfifferlinge...I think these are chanterelle mushrooms). We then headed out to the Nymphenburger Schloss to do some sightseeing from under an umbrella. The castle entrance fee wasn't small, and we are ueber-thrifty, so we peeked around the inside where we could and then went for a chilly walk around the gardens.

 Beautiful, even in the rain

 One of the smaller buildings on the grounds

 A view of just part of the gorgeous gardens. They were re-done at one point to resemble more of an English style, so a lot of them are forested areas with walking paths that are easily mistakable for a natural wood.

 Urrggghh chilly

Then we met Marie for Kaffee and Kuchen (coffee and cake, a German tradition of which I'm a big fan), and got a chance to see her favorite cafe near the university. I tried Rhabarberschorle for the first time (rhubarb juice with sparkling water) and it pretty much made my day. We stopped off in the Marienplatz beforehand, though, so Terrence could experience the famous Glockenspiel, which plays music and showcases some moving wooden figurines (dancers, musicians, and jousting knights) every day at 11, and two more times per day in the summer. 

 You can't see them due to my unbelievable photography skills, but there's a huge crowd here!

On the way, we stopped to see part of the university, and went into the main hall to see a) how beautiful it is, and b) the memorial to the Scholl siblings and the other members of The White Rose, a small resistance movement at the university in Munich at the start of the second World War. 

 A view of the main foyer/hall, which is absolutely beautiful

To end our day of traveling, Terrence and I had a very Bavarian dinner at a great restaurant recommended by Marie. Unfortunately, I was feeling particularly exhausted and not very hungry, but I had my trusty meal-finisher on hand!

 A little shocked that in BAVARIA of all places, someone tried to add an extra 'e' into my name

 My dinner, some incredibly delicious pork with an onion-y sauce and a traditional potato dumpling. I love these dumplings, and will have to figure out how to make them myself at home. Man are they filling. 

 Terrence had sausages, mashed potatoes, and sauerkraut. And of course, we had local beer!

The original plan for that evening was for both of us to accompany Marie to a friend's birthday party. I was, as previously mentioned, beyond exhausted, however, so I stayed in by myself. I felt like a total loser, especially because at some point during the day I developed some very weird, very severe foot pain, and was also limping around like a gimp with an ice pack on my foot. Dr. Marie offered a quick exam and some excellent pain killers, but a week later, back in Tuebingen, I still don't really have any answers. My guess is tendonitis, but we'll find out next Thursday when I go to see an orthopedist. Because, you know...my regular doctor couldn't give me any answers. I miss the athletic injury care staff at Wesleyan. 

The following morning we had another delicious breakfast at Marie's and headed out to see some museums. Munich has a group of them called the Pinakotheken that possess all sorts of art, artifacts, and installations. On Sundays, they are 1 Euro each to gain admission, so we picked a couple and were on our way! Fortunately, they are all located around a central green, and we nabbed some cheap day passes for the public transportation system (buses, subways, trams, whee!), so I didn't have to do too much walking. Still, I managed to continue to feel like a loser limping all over the museums. I was, however, determined to enjoy the city while we were there. Our first stop was the Neue Pinakothek, which seemed to have lots of paintings and sculpture from the 18th, 19th, and 20th centuries. We had a great time seeing some beautiful landscapes and a healthy dose of impressionism. Then we headed over to the Pinakothek der Moderne for, you guessed it, contemporary art! Some of it I really liked, and some of it I didn't, but I guess that's sort of the point, isn't it? Cool stuff.

 Here was a cool installation of antique cars and motorcycles

Before heading back to Marie's to grab our bags and say our farewells, we stopped at her favorite gelato shop. The line was long, but moved quickly, and once we tasted the stuff, we could see why. I had  chocolate-ginger and Terrence had hazelnut, plus since we each only ordered one scoop they also offered us a tasty couple of bites of a second flavor on the side; we chose lemon-basil and pineapple-pear respectively. Needless to say it was absolutely divine. We then took a quick gander at the Englischer Garten, a big public park in the city that affords all sorts of recreation and culinary opportunities. We stopped to check out the standing wave, where you can actually SURF on the river, and had a bit of a stroll around before heading back into the city for a peek at the all-important Hofbraeuhaus. We spent about two minutes in the main hall looking around, since we decided Terrence had to see it while in Munich (don't we all? I think so), and then made our way back to Marie's apartment. I dropped Terrence off at the train station and made my way to the bus station, and just like that his visit was over. We will be having a serious, though not necessarily originally planned wescrew reunion in Seattle this summer, though, so I'm not too concerned. 

 The line for the gelato shop, which you can see under the awning there.

 Surfers at the standing wave. This was really neat to see!

Peeking down the street to the Hofbraeuhaus