I made it to breakfast for the first time the morning of day 6. . . I had had a slumber party with Dana and her roomie. Because of this, I went to bed earlier and woke up on time. Yay! This girl and I handle each other so well. It’s hilarious – I feel like I don’t have to hide anything from her. She is a tough New Yorker and can handle what I really think – and she dishes it out – she does not put up with my drama. I’m really glad I have her on this trip. We stayed up talking about life, but when it was time for bed, she made me stop reorganizing my suitcase and go to bed. Love her!
This was the second day of riding on the coach for the majority of the day. I ran up and down the hotel stairs as much as possible when I had the opportunity last night, but dear Father God, I need to go running! lol
After a few hours on the coach, we stopped in the country of Liechtenstein for lunch. I wandered and around by myself for a bit, because sometimes, you just have to be alone. I hadn’t decided what to eat yet, but figured I’d find something – I went to shops with chocolate and other cute Swiss things, but nothing amazing. While walking, I began talking to a girl who spoke English (I always feel safer talking to random girls than guys – way less likely to get raped and die lol) and found out she was born in Liechtenstein, but grew up in Canada and now went to school in England. She was so much fun! She gave me free stamps for postcards and asked for my facebook! Now I have a friend in the most random country. Hilarious – while looking for a post office – I walked into a big restaurant with class doors and discovered it was a SUSHI PLACE! HALELUJAH! So of course, I ordered!. Wonderful.
Within an hour, I was on the German Autobahn, a highway without speed limits. It was quite an adventure. I was excited to get to Munich, but had possibly never been so tired in my life. Naps on the coach only sort of help. Anyways, our hotel was new – yay! It was by far the prettiest place we had stayed – modern to the point of having a mini-bar and a wall of huge glass windows. The bathroom was huge and clean and I was a happy girl. When we got into town, I decided I wanted to find the fresh fruit market. I had to find an ATM before I could buy something there and no one really wanted to do this, so I told the other’s I’d find them later. If someone else wants to do something I don’t want to do, I feel no need to make it deep - I’d rather just go do what I want. Now mom and dad, I know you are wondering why I keep going out alone, but I promise it doesn’t get dark until ten in any of these places. Plus, Munich is well populated and safe. There are always tons of other people around me AND I have a pink taser. I really am fine. Not any more dangerous than walking around Sand Springs. . .
Anyways. . . so while walking through Munich, I found an ATM, a sandwich shop, and a fresh fruit market. The guy at the sandwich shop was thrilled to practice his English, but the mean ladies at the fruit markets were so typical American-hating Germans. . . they did not like it when I asked questions or did not know what I wanted. Apparently in German, indecision is rude. Anyways - I did get lost for a bit, but during met some people from another tour and sat down at their dinner with them for awhile. Then within a few right turns, found my way to a ginormous beer hall where the rest of the group was. They were eating huge chicken legs and drinking out of 2 liter pitchers of beer. Hilarious. I wish I could tell you the name of the beer hall, but Germans put so many damn syllables in every single word. It’s like they take regular words then they add stein-en-huas-en-stein to the end of it. Anyways, it is actually the beer hall where Hitler began preaching to the Germans. I can’t help but feel that they should have torn it down or something. . . I understand it’s history, but really crappy history. Anyways, so the entire group was like on their third huge pitcher of beer lol so I ordered one and played silly drinking games like Never Have I Ever and Would You Rather. Afterward, we ran into a Austrian bachelor party who picked one girl up over the heads of the boys and it was silly and hilarious. When I said I was from America they shouted, “PAMALA ANDERSON!!” And then they chanted PAMALA! PAMALA. . . lol it was strange, but funny.
We were once again like a massive group of mindless sheep wandering slowly through the streets. No one would listen to anyone and too many people were trying to lead – so we split up again. Dana, Rosa and I found a circle of pubs around this big tower and hung out there for awhile while the group found a club that was some sort of VIP only that they couldn’t get into because of a World Cup party. Doing what sounds fun to me keeps working out for me. :) Love my life and my trip :)
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