Late afternoon sun in the English Garden, captured by k8astar.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
A couple of weeks ago my husband was under the weather. In order to justify our Sunday Netflix binge, and enjoy some of the last sunny Autumn days October has to offer, we took a little walk down the Isar.
It doesn't take a lot of effort, we just walk out of our front door and there we are. We moseyed Southwards a bit, passing the old homies playing giant chess, and the Anti-Fa kids hanging around at the beginning of the stone steps built on the edge of the river.
We found a nice spot at the base of the Wittelsbacherbrücke to sit and soak up some rays. We watched dogs run around and play, a guy practicing fire dancing (without the fire - just with the stick thingys), couples in tracht sitting on the edge of the river eating take out.
All of this is precious to me.
Sometimes I wish we had a bigger apartment, sometimes I get annoyed when they decide to construction work anywhere around us, but I would be miserable if I couldn't live in the middle of the city. I'm a bit of a homebody, so being able to step outside of my door and feel that I'm in the middle of everything is everything.
A friend of mine, who lives with her two kids and husband near Röcklplatz once said 'I'd rather live small in the city, than big in the country our suburbs'. I couldn't agree more.
Sunday, October 04, 2015
I confess, I skipped the Wiesn this year. Partly because I just wasn't feeling it, and partly because I'm on a kind of detox where I consume no gluten, dairy, alcohol or caffeine (and pretty much lose my will to live). It goes without saying that Oktoberfest ohne Bier geht einfach nicht.
When we were in California this summer, we went to the Gravenstein Festival. A local annual fair celebrating the apple harvest. It's full of music, fattening and delicious food, activities for kids and crafts. I asked my parents, who have lived in their town for 20 years, if they like to go. "We went for the first few years when we moved up here, but after you go a few times, you get the idea" was my Dad's response.
That's a little how I feel about Octoberfest right now. I highly doubt that my Wiesn days are over, I just felt like skipping it this time around.
What I will never stop loving, however, is all the people walking around the city dressed in tracht, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It's so convivial and festive, and totally unique to this town. That was enough for me this year.