It's like living in a time-elapsed nature film, where you watch the entire city wake up from a winter sleep. Each days the trees get a little more green, pink or yellow. Münchners run around shirtless and half-naked, revealing the deep, pagan, nature-worshipping streak that resides in all Germans.
I love it.
There's a soundtrack in my head that switches between Diana Ross' languorous 'Love Hangover' and (unfortunately!) Springtime for Hitler in Germany from The Producers. I know about the latter! it's terrible, but it's such an upbeat tune and somehow my brain latched onto 'Springtime' and 'Germany' and well....
Family from New York visited recently. Fortunately the weather behaved and I was able to take them around on Call-A-Bikes through the Viktualienmarkt and into the English Garden where they were AGOG at all the people out, the abundant green space and civic public life.
Of course I think of it all the time, but it's a nice reminder when visitors come and really get to experience the best of your home town.
From now on I'm only going to allow U.S. visitors to visit between late April and early September!