Feeling a bit short on time? Not ready to read anything longer than a tweet? Is tl;dr your favorite acronym? This post may be for you.
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Suppose you’re a enthusiastic surfer, but in your home is severely landlocked in the middle of Europe. What do you do? Take up paddle boarding and imagine a wave? Tell your buddies you’ve had a serious surfing session when behind the scenes the only thing you’ve surfed is the web?
Several of the world’s cities evoke a particular thought or mental image: for Paris, it’s the Eiffel Tower; for Venice, it’s the canals; and for Munich, it’s the beer. As a beer enthusiast I had high expectations for the Munich beer scene. Did it measure up?
It’s a grey, drizzly morning in Innsbruck, Austria on a walk from the hotel to “the Golden Roof” and umbrellas are popping up like mushrooms. Black ones, pink ones, blue ones, stripes, tartan patterns, corporate logos, touristy logos, you name it.
Inside King Ludwig’s palace at Linderhof, we gazed at the king’s bedchamber. Our guide informs us that back in those days kings often received visitors in their bedchambers, or at least the visitors they were on good terms with. Considering that the throne room in this palace was in an alcove attached to a hallway and the bedchambers were in a room about four times as big, this news is not surprising. What is surprising is how over the top the decor is, especially combined with the outer gardens. But is this enough to justify the moniker “Mad King Ludwig?”
Gasp. Wheeze. Further up the hill we go. How many switchbacks does this path have anyway? Will we ever get to the top?
Once upon a time, long ago and far away, in a beautiful river valley there lived a group of knights that really liked wine. Initially the area was populated by dairy farmers, who liked the fact that they had ready access to water, and that the river contained lucky pebbles that they’d collect and place in their houses to keep the evil spirits away. But as time went on some of the farmers became rich enough to qualify for nobility, and discovered that wine is much more fun to drink than milk.
It’s three hours into a walking tour in the old town section of the German town of Mainz, and we’re lost again. My wife and I have tried to navigate our way to St. Stephan’s church, and we’ve already had the map out a half-dozen times. Continue reading “Is Mainz German For Maze?”