As soon as we sat down on the train, we were handed a card that looked like this:
Sadly, I wanted to correct her poor English grammar more than I wanted to buy a key ring at whatever price I might wish.
But to sum up our time there, I would say Germany for us consisted of these three things:
Hannah, Oma, and I headed out early one morning to meet a bus tour that took us to Linderhof, Oberammergau, and Neuschwanstein.
All three were absolute perfection. We debated going, as it was a good two hour bus or train ride from where we were staying in Munich, but I'm so glad we went. It was fascinating. Beautiful. Breathtaking. (And a little bit hot.) Even with the tour guide who reminded us over and over like pre-schoolers to "Not miss da bas," we had the best day ever.
The boys, meanwhile, spent their time touring the BMW factory. While the Husband withstood temptation to bring home a large, blue souvenir, he did assure me that "someday" he will. Apparently, the folks at the BMW make it a pretty sweet deal to buy your own car, pick it up at the factory, drive it all over Europe, and ship it home. I'm pretty much okay with that because it means I get another trip over here.
By which time, I hope not to be deaf or dump.
Most unexpected of our time in Germany was buying the Husband a suit. After our departure from home, an unplanned business meeting popped up that he had to get home for. It required him to leave us a day early, but left him no time to stop in St. Louis and pick up his clothes. Kudos to the fine folks at our German department store who got that puppy altered and ready in the nick of time.
(Literally. We were waiting with luggage in hand to take a train and board our flight to Manchester just as they were finishing up.)
Munich was a bustling, beautiful city and we were sorry to bid her adieu.
Stay tuned for one last post where I bring us full circle to Merry Ol' England.
It will end. I promise.