Munich was sunlit and warm when we visited a few weeks ago. So warm, in fact, that Rand and I – along with hundreds of other folks – were able to eat lunch outside at Viktualienmarkt downtown (I believe we were at the Schlemmermaier Sausage Stand, a name I cannot read, much less say, without erupting into a fit of delighted giggles. Germany is magical).
When we returned from our trip, someone asked if I had gotten my tan in Spain, and I shook my head.
“Bavaria,” I said. “I got a tan in Bavaria.”
I love saying that. It’s like telling someone you got frostbite in the Bahamas. Or quit drinking while in Vegas. Or got chlamydia while visiting the Vatic-
NO. Not going there. That’s an awful joke. In fact, I’m just going to shut my trap and let the photos do most of the talking for me. I hope you don’t mind. Nothing but filth comes out of my mouth anyway.