Back to the Roam
Around the Wold Galleries
After a long day sightseeing, Stephan took me for a great
dinner and EIGHT beer mugs like the ones you see on the picture. Hollywood out
drank both of us by doing doubles. To say that my last images of Munich are a
bit fuzzy, is an understatement. The sounds of polkas,
laughter and the fabulous smell of food was an intoxicating experience by
itself. The eight gigantic beer mugs that we each drank, only helped understand the language without
having to learn it....LOL
I am not a beer drinker, but you know
how the saying goes..."When in Rome..."
I figure it must apply to Munich
too...
The last few moments of conciousness, I remember being in the cab with Stephan, he started screaming something in German,
the cab hitting the brakes right at the top of a bridge, my door was swung
open by Stephan and he pulled me out to the railing....a swirling Munich was
no more than a modernistic painting full of strange colors. Stephan put his finger in my mouth and that is when I realized he was trying to gag me. After I tossed my cookies, I
remember waving goodbye to my pork dinner as it rushed away down
the river. Stephan said "Silly American, that oughta fix you up. You will feel much better now "I did, I passed out.
