We’re in Germany. Munich to be more specific, Breitbrunn am Ammersee to be exact. We got in mid-day, and after getting our luggage and car, and driving to our place, it was beer-thirty as soon as we settled in.
I'm convinced that the greatest beer in the world can be found at Kloster Andechs. Carl Orff is buried there - don't confuse him with Bib Fortuna from Return of the Jedi, “De wanna wanga” and “Ne Jabba no botha!” It's the guy who wrote this.
We have, of course, been here before. And much of our time in Munich is going to be a highlight reel since Jess was pregnant last time, Dinah wasn't born, and Daniel doesn't remember it. Oh, and because everything we did here was awesome last time – there’s that too.
We had the beer, the kids had giant pretzels. Andechs is a cash only establishment, or has a large minimum with credit. We missed getting drinks for the kids on our first order, had no cash since we just arrived, and those pretzels make you thirsty. There wasn't really a good solution since one shouldn't really drink two beers that size before driving, and we couldn't meet the minimum to pay for it without more food or more beer. But the monks have been perfecting this beer for over 500 years, so no one really heard the complaining.
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| "I told you this beer was great five years ago!" |
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| Go giant pretzels! |
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| "Go Caps!" |
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| "Go biggy pretzels!" |
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| "Go monks!" |
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