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Aug. 14th, 2009 11:06 pmI'm finally going through my photos from the Salzburg/Münich trip, and am sort of regretting swapping SD cards with my stepmom for a day or so when she'd nearly filled hers up and was stopping us every five minutes to go through everything on her memory card, fretting all the time about draining her battery. It was easier to just switch cards with her and let her snap away to her heart's delight than to deal with that at the time, but the downside is that we now have each other's pictures.
I could've sworn I took at least one photo at the crazy disco my brother an I went to. It was a clubbing district with all these little places, each with a different "international" theme, and although we didn't go in the Russian one (which was named "Kalinka"), I thought I took a picture of the GIANT LENIN HEAD that was outside.
Of course, I could be totally wrong. That day was easily the most memorable of the trip. ( cut for a very long description of a very full day>We took a loooong train ride, with two transfers, to Rothenburg ob der Tauber, this <i>amazing</i> medieval town in the Bavarian Alps. As my dad put it, )
There were lots of other adventures — the tiny, out-of-the-way restaurant in Salzburg with amazing food where we met the owner; going up to the Eagle's Nest and not being able to see a thing because of the fog that limited your field of vision to about ten yards; the amazing coffeehouses of Salzburg; the liter-sized mugs of beer in Münich's beer gardens (filled with some of the best beer I've ever had, I might add); the trip to Dachau, which was emotionally draining but so, so worth the trip; and, getting us just about everywhere, the amazing German train system.
I am so jealous of the public transit there. The closest I've ever seen to it in the U.S. is in New York, where transit is just as extensive and part of the city, but in far worse repair and lacking the crazy punctuality that allowed the S-Bahn to run six different lines on one track, with trains coming and going about every two minutes.
I could've sworn I took at least one photo at the crazy disco my brother an I went to. It was a clubbing district with all these little places, each with a different "international" theme, and although we didn't go in the Russian one (which was named "Kalinka"), I thought I took a picture of the GIANT LENIN HEAD that was outside.
Of course, I could be totally wrong. That day was easily the most memorable of the trip. ( cut for a very long description of a very full day>We took a loooong train ride, with two transfers, to Rothenburg ob der Tauber, this <i>amazing</i> medieval town in the Bavarian Alps. As my dad put it, )
There were lots of other adventures — the tiny, out-of-the-way restaurant in Salzburg with amazing food where we met the owner; going up to the Eagle's Nest and not being able to see a thing because of the fog that limited your field of vision to about ten yards; the amazing coffeehouses of Salzburg; the liter-sized mugs of beer in Münich's beer gardens (filled with some of the best beer I've ever had, I might add); the trip to Dachau, which was emotionally draining but so, so worth the trip; and, getting us just about everywhere, the amazing German train system.
I am so jealous of the public transit there. The closest I've ever seen to it in the U.S. is in New York, where transit is just as extensive and part of the city, but in far worse repair and lacking the crazy punctuality that allowed the S-Bahn to run six different lines on one track, with trains coming and going about every two minutes.
