München
We seem to be in a pattern where every other trip we take is a bit of a fiasco (or looking at it with the glass half full, every other trip is excellent). So, while Venice was great, Arosa was a real challenge. Since we had a really nice weekend in Berlin recently...well, you can probably guess how we did in Munich this weekend.
Munich itself was fine. Like most big German cities, it was heavily bombed during WWII, but at least it was rebuilt in a more attractive manner than, say, Frankfurt, so while it's not the most beautiful city, it's not without charm. It feels prosperous and lively, and if you want to eat heavy German food and drink copious amounts of good beer, it's a good place to go. Unfortunately, these are fairly cursory observations because we didn't actually get to see a whole lot of Munich due to circumstances largely beyond our control.
After a good Friday afternoon, Saturday got off to a rougher start. The people in the room next to us decided to have a gathering on Friday night, which wasn't so fun at 1:00am...needless to say, it was frustrating that such a highly-rated (and expensive) hotel had such paper-thin walls. So after a rough night, Baby then woke up from her first nap Saturday morning and promptly vomited all over her crib and herself. So now we had a foul-smelling room (and Baby), a worried mother, and a panic-stricken father (what with my fear of vomit). After cleaning her up and praying it was just a food allergy (we suspect it's a dairy allergy since we fed her yogurt for the first time two hours earlier), we decided to brave a walk around the old city...only to get caught in a thunderstorm.
Luckily she didn't get sick again (heightening our suspicion that she's allergic to dairy) and the rain cleared up in the afternoon, so we were able to take a nice long walk through the Englischer Garten. But by the time Sunday morning rolled around, we (especially Gretchen) were exhausted and had to make a choice: take a train to Salzburg for the day, walk around Munich (where everything would be closed), or accept defeat and go home a day early. Guess which we chose? Since we couldn't change our return flight, we went to the train station and got on a 5 1/2 hour train home instead.
The bottom line is that I continually underestimate how difficult it is to travel with Baby (despite Gretchen's reminders), so it's probably a good thing that we're going back to the States and will presumably be doing a lot less traveling. At this point, I think if I were to propose another trip, I would be the only one packing a bag...
Munich itself was fine. Like most big German cities, it was heavily bombed during WWII, but at least it was rebuilt in a more attractive manner than, say, Frankfurt, so while it's not the most beautiful city, it's not without charm. It feels prosperous and lively, and if you want to eat heavy German food and drink copious amounts of good beer, it's a good place to go. Unfortunately, these are fairly cursory observations because we didn't actually get to see a whole lot of Munich due to circumstances largely beyond our control.
After a good Friday afternoon, Saturday got off to a rougher start. The people in the room next to us decided to have a gathering on Friday night, which wasn't so fun at 1:00am...needless to say, it was frustrating that such a highly-rated (and expensive) hotel had such paper-thin walls. So after a rough night, Baby then woke up from her first nap Saturday morning and promptly vomited all over her crib and herself. So now we had a foul-smelling room (and Baby), a worried mother, and a panic-stricken father (what with my fear of vomit). After cleaning her up and praying it was just a food allergy (we suspect it's a dairy allergy since we fed her yogurt for the first time two hours earlier), we decided to brave a walk around the old city...only to get caught in a thunderstorm.
Luckily she didn't get sick again (heightening our suspicion that she's allergic to dairy) and the rain cleared up in the afternoon, so we were able to take a nice long walk through the Englischer Garten. But by the time Sunday morning rolled around, we (especially Gretchen) were exhausted and had to make a choice: take a train to Salzburg for the day, walk around Munich (where everything would be closed), or accept defeat and go home a day early. Guess which we chose? Since we couldn't change our return flight, we went to the train station and got on a 5 1/2 hour train home instead.
The bottom line is that I continually underestimate how difficult it is to travel with Baby (despite Gretchen's reminders), so it's probably a good thing that we're going back to the States and will presumably be doing a lot less traveling. At this point, I think if I were to propose another trip, I would be the only one packing a bag...
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