24 hours in Munich, Germany!
It began as a nonchalant kind of day. Kent had left for work early that morning, and I continued to sleep. I had no real plans for the day but to make some tea and write a little, so I thought. That was until I got a text from Kent announcing he was assigned a flight to Germany! “Wanna come?” He asked.
I had all of 30 seconds to shower, pack my suitcase, get a dog sitter, reschedule my plans (for the following day), and get a ride to the airport. Of course, I made it happen though. It’s Germany we’re talking about!!
The way it typically works is this: A crew of flight attendants work the flight and arrive at their new destination. From there, a bus or van picks them up from the airport and brings them directly to the hotel. Luckily for me, I got to hitch a ride with them! 🙂 They always seem to think its cute that I like to go on flights with Kent when I can. I mean, why wouldn’t I? Anytime he has a cool layover that is 24 hours or longer, I try to come!
This hotel accommodation is so elegant. Ohhh how I love the crown molding detail; it is my latest obsession! It gives me all those Paris vibes that I adore.
We checked in and just as we were about to head up to our room, one of the flight attendants invited us to a celebratory dinner for later that evening. She was hitting her 45 year mark working for the airline! We gladly accepted.
While getting situated in our room, I quickly realized that due to the craziness of rushing the process, I did not pack a single nice thing to wear for the dinner! I dashed over to my suitcase and flung it open, hoping that the perfect outfit would magically appear. Sadly, that was not the case. I managed to pack my kimono bath robe, but no nice outfit. I would be lying if I said I didn’t temporarily consider trying to turn my robe into an outfit of sorts…. That’s the old thrifter in me, I suppose. Next, I considered the idea of turning my over-sized coat into some sort of dress by closing it all up and putting a belt on top! Surely that would look nicer than ripped jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes, I thought to myself…
Kent laughed at the idea, I don’t think he approved!
There in our room, facing the floor-to-ceiling window with white sheer curtains, sits the coziest and most inviting chair. It’s the perfect spot to sit and drink the Peppermint tea that Kent freshly brewed for me, and write a little.
It is now 10:30 am here in Germany and 4:30 am back at home. We flew through the night, so now Kent will need at least two hours of sleep to function before we go out and explore together. We are only here for 24 hours and I intend to make them count!
After a short time, I finished my tea and crawled into bed with Kent. To my surprise, he rolled over towards me and asked, “Would you like to go shopping while we are out today? We can find you an outfit for tonight if you’d like.” I giggled with excitement like a little girl and thanked him for being so thoughtful – especially considering “shopping” is his arch-nemesis!
It was very hard to wake up from our nap, especially for Kent. Personally, knowing we were headed to go shopping, I happily perked up and out of bed!
First, we visited a shopping center called Marienplatz. It was a unique mixture of old building structures on top, and renovated shops or restaurants on the bottom. What a lively, bustling area! It seemed like the place to be. After trying on just a few things, I found my outfit to wear for that evening!
By this time, we were famished! We walked over about 8 minutes to the outdoor market, known as the Victuals Market. Well, it was supposed to be 8 minutes according to Google Maps, but we took a shortcut. A rare shortcut in history that actually got us there quicker, rather than never. Haha!
There at the outdoor market stood little makeshift shops with beautiful fruits, veggies, wine and olives in every direction.
We looked around for quite some time before landing on our lunch location. You know, wouldn’t wanna settle for the wrong food place and regret it later when you are too full to eat at the EVEN MORE delicious place! I know, #firstworldprobs.
As we roamed about, we wandered into an inviting little fish market & eatery. Displayed up front was a raw salmon and onion bun/bagel sandwich, I believe it was called a Fichbrotchen. With only a few simple ingredients, the flavor combination was surprisingly delicious! Kent and I shared one sandwich so we would have room to eat more delectable food throughout the rest of the day.
There were so many sample dishes laid out for the customers. I always love that sort of thing! It brings you right back to your childhood of sneaking way too many food samples at Costco.
After seeing everything we could of the outdoor market, we obviously had to check out the sushi scene in Munich! I will admit, we are a bit of sushi addicts – sushi snobs too, I suppose. And I’m happy to report, it was simply on point over at Maggie’s Sushi Bar! We shared a combination plate of different kinds of sushi and nigiri. Oh, and a nice hot cup of jasmine tea!
To top off our afternoon, we stopped at a juice stand. It was filled with delicious freshly squeezed options of all kinds! Kent got the passion fruit drink, and I got the orange mango.
Rather than Ubering our way home, we decided we wouldn’t mind the walk back to the hotel. It was only a 20 minute walk anyhow! It was slightly freezing, did I mention that already?! Ok, I have been in way worse. But this time, I was not adequately dressed because I was not properly packed… yadda yadda yadda. We managed though! Wouldn’t let a silly thing like the cold keep us from a lovely stroll home!
The views were extraordinary all the way home. After all, Munich is home to many buildings that are centuries old! On our way back to the hotel, we also happened to pass by the world’s largest museum of science and technology. It’s called Deutsches Museum.
Back at the hotel, I excitedly laid out my new clothes and got ready for our evening out with the flight attendant crew! I felt way more comfortable knowing I had an “evening” outfit to wear. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if I rolled up in there wearing scroungy clothes, but it’s always nice to have an excuse to dress up!
We made our way to the restaurant, “Belle Italia.” I loved the vibe there. It had beautiful decor and felt authentically Italian. (Yes, I know we are in Germany! Lol)
The meal and company was lovely! We talked about politics, love, food and life, etc. To top it off, our meal was covered in celebration of the employees 45th year of working for the airline. An amazing treat!
With full bellies and sore feet (to be expected from wearing my brand new boots), we moseyed on back to our hotel and decided to call it a night! We were so very exhausted from the whole journey.
As I closed my eyes, I felt an immense sense of gratitude come over me, thinking back on all the events of the day. “The next time I open my eyes, it will be time to head back home,” I thought to myself.
I fell into a deep sleep for about 4 hours.
Suddenly at 2 am, I had a rude awakening when I felt like my stomach was going to eat itself alive! This was an unusual type of hunger pain I had never experienced. I began rummaging through my travel bag, looking for ANYTHING that I could eat! That’s when my “break open the fridge” attempts began! Yes. You read correctly. The fridge was stuck closed!!! I was so desperately determined to open the fridge that while doing so, I accidentally woke Kent up with the noise, oops!
He sleepily asked, “Babeee? Are you ok? What are you doing?”
“I’m hungryyyyyyy and the fridge is stuckkkk.” I uttered in the most pitiful sounding voice. He had a bit of a laugh (surely at how pathetic I sounded). He came over to examine the “stuck” mini-fridge. Indeed, it was not only stuck, it was locked! What kind of hotel locks the mini fridge?! Isn’t it supposed to be here for my convenience? What is the meaning of this nonsense?!
Kent patiently began to put on his clothes, “We’re going out, get dressed!” He exclaimed!
Here is a little backstory for you: Last year I went on a trip with my sister to France and that is where I developed – what I now refer to as – “FONF.” That is an acronym for “fear of no food.” Or in other words, fear of getting trapped someplace when you are starving to death and there appears to be no food accessible in sight! If you followed my content during that time, then you know what I’m referring to.
Kent made a promise on this trip that he would not let that happen to me here! Thankfully, he followed through.
After looking on Google maps to see if anything was still open, sadly there was nothing. We went out and started walking anyway, hoping there would be SOMETHING. Along the walk, we did see some non-food looking places, but they appeared to be quite sketchy… One of the buildings we walked by had graffiti all over the outside wall. A lady hesitantly peeped her head out the door to watch us as we passed. I’m guessing she thought we were going to be customers.
Kent: “It looks as though only brothels and strip clubs are open at this hour. I hear that’s a big thing here!”
My mind: .… “But do they have food?”
After walking for about 25 minutes and beginning to lose hope, we finally stumbled upon a hole-in-the-wall pizza place with its lights still on. They welcomed us in, thank goodness for that! I mean, surely someone had to be open… the night-workers have to eat too! Ya know?
I was grateful as could be! A nice warm pizza, a Snickers bar and a Sprite was just what we needed.
The walk back to our hotel was cold, but so serene. It was quiet out, and the streets were becoming white as the snow gently collected on the ground.
Morning came early after that, as you could imagine!
While riding to the airport on the crew bus, Kent and I reminisced about the wonderful memories of this whirlwind trip we just experienced. We also talked about how peculiar it is that Autism doesn’t have a blood test to diagnose it, only a checklist…… don’t ask how we got onto that topic!
Thankfully, I made it on the flight and went right to sleep!
Fun fact- apparently an elderly woman told Kent I was “lucky to get on the flight with ripped jeans because sometimes they don’t let you on for that.” HAHA which may have been true… in the 50’s! 🤪
Thanks for reading!!!