Daily Archives: August 11, 2015

Beer: yes… Nazis: no… and some funny German words and an elevator filled with mirrors…

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Our first night in Munich, we managed to find a place that served beer… what are the odds? Okay, these aren’t in order… we saw that sign the next morning after our walk to the Glockenspiel… but it is actually … Continue reading →

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Payback…

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pouringmyartout

The other day, I went to the bank, and I saw one of those Google Maps cars… I walked all around it taking pictures with my phone from every angle. The guy got nervous and asked what I was doing… I … Continue reading →

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Munich… part 2… sums and parts and fancy clocks and chicken-dragons…

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pouringmyartout

The thing… and this is a thing about a Glockenspiel, so how cool is that?… about the Glockenspiel… (see, I told you)… is that it is really just a big, fancy clock. But the thing… and this is a thing about … Continue reading →

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Munich… part 1…

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pouringmyartout

The last city we ended up in during our European adventure was Munich, Germany. I am not trying to be insulting, but I did try to warn Mollie that Munich is not really famous for being a fun tourist destination. … Continue reading →

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The world’s first inflatable hate doll…

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pouringmyartout
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Goodbye, Rothenburg… and a few last tips for the next time you find yourself there…

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pouringmyartout

Make some friends. It is always good to go out of your way to meet the locals. I met this guy right outside our hotel… which was right outside the city walls… And speaking of the city walls… be sure to … Continue reading →

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