Trivia question: Which takes longer, flying from London to Munich, or eating a French brunch in Denver?
Answer: They take the same amount of time! I texted Amanda a few minutes before boarding in London and she said she couldn’t talk because brunch. When she texted back, I had just climbed into a taxi at the Munich airport.
After spending Thursday and Friday in Luxembourg, I flew back to London long enough to sleep, get a haircut, and go back to the airport — destination Munich. I had to be here for work on Monday and Tuesday, so I figured I might as well go a bit early and have a day to visit the city.
On the taxi ride into town I saw lots of things that I’ll be exited to go back and see tomorrow. The hotel itself feels a bit budget (which may explain why it’s allegedly a “preferred” chain for my employer), and the neighborhood a tad sketchy (too many “erotic clubs” for my taste), but it’ll do for a place to sleep and I expect to be out and about all day anyway.
After dropping my bags at the hotel I went out in search of food, hoping that I’d be able to find someplace still open. The weather was sleeting and most places were closed, but I did manage to find a little restaurant next to a theatre that was still serving dinner. (I loved how the restaurant translated Shakespeare from German back into English, rather than just using the original English.)