It took a couple of runs at it, but I was dancing the kazatski yesterday after I got my subway ticket!
On our last trip to Munich, we stood in front of that ticket machine like a bunch of dummies trying to figure out what the rings meant and how to proceed. At least this time, I knew just what I wanted; it was the how to get it that almost tripped me up. Fortunately, as it usually goes, an english-speaking angel appeared over my right shoulder and she lead me through the process.
After that, it was a breeze. I took one train to the Hauptbahnhaus and there, changed to another which carried me out to Nymphenburg Palace.
My luck continued as I chose the correct direction in which to walk up Nymphenburg Strasse where I met an Irish Wolfhound named Polo and his english-speaking owner who assured me that I was headed in the right direction.
It was a beautiful day and I spent all of it touring the main palace, two museums, and four smaller palaces.
The big score of the day was when I saw a young woman knitting. I asked her if she spoke english and she said "a little." Between her English and my horrible German, a lot of smiles and some hand gestures, we were able to communicate that I wanted to know where to purchase yarn and she wrote the name of the yarn store and where it was in my journal.
Turns out that the store was right by the subway station and it was BEAUTIFUL! Again, I was dancing that dear old kazatski. With some new sock yarn in tow (toe?) - stupid pun -, I retraced my ride back to the hotel.
A storm was anticipated for last evening, but fortunately never came. Instead, I watched a beautiful sunset where the sun went down right between the two onion domes of the church in Munich. Fabulous!
Dinner was at a local Australian bistro where I almost dined on emu, but chose the burger instead. After all, how much adventure can one girl take in a single day?
