Rat house

This morning I paid to Euro to go to the highest room in the tallest tower of the government building in Munich. In the government building which is called (this is spelled phonetically) Rathouse. That is right they call the government building a rat house-irony table for one. Anyway I went up to the top today and I saw it for a third time. Everytime I go someplace I look around and my mind fills with poetry to record later at the blog. Words for you to convey the elated feeling and the beauty and the ancient nature of the place. But as soon as I leave all the discriptions of the perfect red and green roofs streaked with the soot of literally hundreds of years in stark contrast to the odd construction cranes. Modern scafolding swathes the building being solely restored to their former glory.

It was crazy how beautiful it was.

Yesterday after looking out over the city I went with Andrew Darcy and Maria to the Residence which was built by the crazy king, allegedly gay, who would eventually commit suicide who built large expansive castles on credit against the crown. This home was nearly three hundred rooms. We only saw 130, sadly for us tourist most of building was level during WWII. SO some of the painting can not be restored. My favorite part though were the saint bones, pictures to follow. They all sit hundreds of years old bits of body parts sold by a coniving grave robber bits of wood from the cross whole hands in glass and gold cases. The bizarre contrast of the gray bones against the glitter of the gold.

After we left the museum we went to the English Garden and saw the nudist/naturalist parading around with their nether bits exposed and women sunbathing topless. I have decided that people almost always look better in clothes. ok really they always do. The men who I found most attractive and trust me when I say this a lot of Germans are way hot. The ones I thought were the most cute where in pants. That is right I prefer the mystery to the obivious.

By then my blisters were really bothering me so we went to a beer Garden I drank a bottle of water and read a little more of "My Sisters Keeper" great book. Really heart rending. Then it was off to dinner at a traditional Bavarian Cafe were I had surkraut which taste better then Kimshi and a bunch of meat. Germany has the best food. EVER. I had a pork roast cooked so perfectly the skin tasted like the skin of the Thanksgiving Turkey. The pork perfectly threaded with fat and the potato salad was briny with vinegar and soft potato slices. NOM. Meat and potatoes countries are a Celiacs Dream come true.

My skin is sunburned now. We went swimming at the English Garden. Which makes me so glad I bought the Chacos best investment ever. Also watched the Geman v. Argentina match which they easily won and made the city go bananas. The train ride back in the subway hours after the game was full of fans from the public viewing. They sang and danced and bounced on the train so much that it literally was shaking the rains.

But the photos I forgot to uphold before I came to the Cafe. I will make sure they are posted soon.