After a serene few days in Mittenwald, a picturesque town in the German Alps, it was quite a shock to arrive in the big city.
There was hustle, there was bustle. I felt like our family of five was a bit of a circus sideshow. I don't think three kids is a common number for a family here. We seemed to get a number of "looks". I must admit it didn't set me up well for Munchen. Our accommodation was humble (so to speak) and not in a great part of town, I was starting to wonder what all my friends and family who raved about the place were thinking.
Starving, we were lucky to quickly find an authentic beer hall, filled with young local men in lederhosen having Sunday lunch. The food and beer was cheap, plentiful and very good. Things were starting to look up.
We spent the next few days walking, walking and more walking. We saw all the sites of the old town -
Marienplatz, Karlsplatz, the Residenz, Hofgarten and the English
Gardens. We ate wurst mit semmel and more wurst mit semmel. We found gorgeous Christmas displays and Christmas markets. We walked until our legs ached and our ears were numb from the icy winds. We got plenty more "looks" - I'm still not sure what faux pax we were committing.
I must say the girls walked for miles and barely whinged for just how far they stumbled around town.
As the train pulled our of Munchen central station, we were pretty damn exhausted, but ready for more German adventures.
I'm not sure Munich is my kind of town, but I'm glad I've been. It's also inspired me to write a series of posts on travelling overseas with children, which will be coming soon.
Have you been to Munich? Did you love it?