exploring, and we've decided to drop Geneva and spend another day
here. Chris is dead to the world, but I considered looking up
horseback riding in the 5k of English Gardens.
Instead, however, bowing to the cold and wet and the fact that I was
sniffly and achey from the weather, I spent the day in bed while Chris
He will write about it tonight.
So for the evening, we went back to the same gasthaus from last night
and it was once more amazing. I had a fantastic chicken nudeln suppe,
and Chris ordered this absolutely amazing pork steak that I swear to
Goddess tasted like a bacon steak. OMG noms!!! Served with broiled
potatoes and grilled onions, it was amazing. Seriously. So far after a
week in Italy, Munich is our hands-down favorite city for food.
Dessert was a homemade apfelkuchenudeln- apple slices breaded in
something thin and sweet and fried, served with powdered sugar and
vanilleis. OMG I LOVE MUNICH'S FOOD!!!
The only real blasphemy is the refusal of joy. -"Jeffrey"