It seems like the LAN guy is nowhere in sight. Is he on summer vacation? Or could he have been run over by the crazy bicycles? (see Via’s entry) I am very tempted to plug my computer back into the LAN. God help me.
1. “They wear the same color palette as the US, more or less.” - Noel
Usually pastel and some neon-y hues as well.
2. “German dogs are very well-behaved.” - Katya
You can just leave them unleashed and they will follow their master. A look from the master is enough for them to understand.
3. “People do help strangers.”
There was this man that offered to help this woman carry her companion up the escalator in the U-Bahn (subway). Her companion was in a wheelchair. A German lady offered to take our photo when we were on our Royal Castles Tour.
4. People from Munich are generally nice.
5. Seeing people supported by crutches, especially older ones, is a common sight. (I asked Noel if he thinks they were hit by a bicycle)
6. The bike lanes are dangerous. They are everywhere in Munich. Bikers are the gods here. Respect them.
It seems like I only get a chance to write during fridays. Work somehow decreases significantly during this day. And no, I’m not complaining that I feel like time is wasted, at least I get to write some stuff, read on..
…even if I wanted to.
Last night we watched “The Day After Tomorrow” at one of the few cinemas here that show english movies. It started a little after 10pm. We enjoyed the movie and maybe put some of our thoughts into perspective.
But it was a wrong decision watching it on a weeknight. We got home at around 1am and had to wake up at 7am the next day. I was really tired when we got home (not to mention bruised after falling down a step while trying to get out the hot cinema) and I decided that I will be late today. I woke up at a little before 7:30am, leisurely had breakfast and proceeded doing our daily routine of tram-metro hopping on the way to work.
Public transportation here is so precise and very reliable that I can never get late even if I wanted to. I got to work at 8:55am, I know this because I log my time in a card. I am expected to be in the office at 9am.
The tram that we ride just in front of our pension-hotel was there exactly when we got out. We then hop to the U-Bahn (underground trains), switch from one line to another, then voila! I’m at work.
It takes me a little over 30 minutes to get to work and it is always precise. I wish manila’s public transportation was as convenient and effective.
…even if I wanted to.
Last night we watched “The Day After Tomorrow” at one of the few cinemas here that show english movies. It started a little after 10pm. We enjoyed the movie and maybe put some of our thoughts into perspective.
But it was a wrong decision watching it on a weeknight. We got home at around 1am and had to wake up at 7am the next day. I was really tired when we got home (not to mention bruised after falling down a step while trying to get out the hot cinema) and I decided that I will be late today. I woke up at a little before 7:30am, leisurely had breakfast and proceeded doing our daily routine of tram-metro hopping on the way to work.
Public transportation here is so precise and very reliable that I can never get late even if I wanted to. I got to work at 8:55am, I know this because I log my time in a card. I am expected to be in the office at 9am.
The tram that we ride just in front of our pension-hotel was there exactly when we got out. We then hop to the U-Bahn (underground trains), switch from one line to another, then voila! I’m at work.
It takes me a little over 30 minutes to get to work and it is always precise. I wish manila’s public transportation was as convenient and effective.
…even if I wanted to.
Last night we watched “The Day After Tomorrow” at one of the few cinemas here that show english movies. It started a little after 10pm. We enjoyed the movie and maybe put some of our thoughts into perspective.
But it was a wrong decision watching it on a weeknight. We got home at around 1am and had to wake up at 7am the next day. I was really tired when we got home (not to mention bruised after falling down a step while trying to get out the hot cinema) and I decided that I will be late today. I woke up at a little before 7:30am, leisurely had breakfast and proceeded doing our daily routine of tram-metro hopping on the way to work.
Public transportation here is so precise and very reliable that I can never get late even if I wanted to. I got to work at 8:55am, I know this because I log my time in a card. I am expected to be in the office at 9am.
The tram that we ride just in front of our pension-hotel was there exactly when we got out. We then hop to the U-Bahn (underground trains), switch from one line to another, then voila! I’m at work.
It takes me a little over 30 minutes to get to work and it is always precise. I wish manila’s public transportation was as convenient and effective.
Yesterday we were up bright and early for a Saturday to make it to our bus, by Neptune
Noel and I frequent an internet caf
I didn’t think I would be enjoying my German lessons. But our teachers are very engaging, and sometimes German can have some type of musical quality to it too- even if it’s a bit more like a march than a melody.
Our class is quite well-represented too: three other Asians- one Thai and two Japanese; three Russians, one American and two Italians. I had lunch with the Russian girl yesterday. And we are planning to get together again at the end of the month when her husband gets back from South Africa. It is nice to have some kind of community, if only for a few hours each week.
One of the things I truly love about Munich (Munchen) is our almost-nightly walks along Marienplatz. This is because people are out in cafes, the weather is quite cool, but most of all, you get to hear string quartets for free, usually teenagers possibly using their free time to rehearse in front of the public in exchange for a few coins. I get so affected hearing the likes of Vivaldi, Mozart, etc. played in the streets. I am transported to the days when Mozart himself used to walk the very same alleys that we are fortunate enough to explore ourselves. In fact, he used to frequent some of the coffee shops that still stand today along Marienplatz! Noel always laughs at me when I struggle to hold back my tears.
Hearing those familiar strains make me remember my Abuelita coax beautiful strains from her trusty Weinstein. And we would just be all in awe of her magical fingers and the way she would smile as she moved with the piano’s melody. (And the way she also got irritated with herself when she made mistakes) Visits to my pediatrician also flash through my mind, as his station was always set to the classics. Intense study sessions where I would put on classical music myself, in the hopes of multiplying my brain cells! I am even reminded of our highschool music lessons under Mr. Cruz, who subjected us to music listening exams. We had to name the opus down to the flat/sharp major or minor and the composer of course. I secretly enjoyed those exercises.