“Where are you from?” Ask a military brat that question and, more likely than not, you’ll be told “That depends.” The concept of home shifts over time, as kids moved from one base to another. Memories are shaped by time and place. For many of us, there is also food. Brötchen. Käse. Currywurst. Mandeln. Words written on chalkboard menus, or aromas drifting from a nearby restaurant can trigger a Proustian reflex whisking me into a time warp. I’m momentarily 17 again, out with my camera on a Saturday afternoon.
Shopping for cheese and wine.
Left: Julia, who stands near the market, by the old Town Hall. Right: Some friendly competition for Julia.
A map of the old city, with Braille labels.
Above: music to shop by. Below: “Gangster”? (I wasn’t convinced.)
Many happy memories involve cafés and pastries. It’s a good thing Bryon and I did plenty of walking.
“How can you visit Munich without going to the Hofbräuhaus?” It’s a popular location, but there are over a hundred breweries in the area, so one can be forgiven for giving this one a pass.
I’ll let you guess where we had lunch.
The Chiesischer Turm is–surprise–a beer garden. A large one.
For the World Cup Final, our group met at Nockherberg to drink Paulaner and watch the game with a couple of thousand Deutschland fans. Argentina fans were present, but hard to find.