My friend Chuck and I were walking between bus stops in the outskirts of Vienna, trying to make our way to the Emily-recommended Kurpark Oberlaa. A soccer ball came flying at us from the direction we were headed and rolled down the street. Nobody was around, but I decided to chase the ball a block or so and grab it. When I returned to my friend, we continued our walk. We came upon a community park/playground across the street. I saw an 8-year-old frantically looking for something. I held up the ball. He saw it, smiled, and started running toward me. Unfortunately, a car was coming down the street. A firm “Halt!” and an outstretched arm/hand stopped him. After the car passed, I threw the ball to the kid. The kid smiled and ran back to the playground. I felt kind of like a superhero… a superhero who gets kids nearly run over by cars.
It was my second good deed for a kid that day. Not 30 minutes earlier, I had raced into the street to grab some two-year-old’s well-loved small stuffed bunny that fell out of her stroller (unbeknownst to her or her mom) as her mother pushed the stroller over some Straßenbahn tracks. The mother and grandmother gave me many Thank yous when I presented the bunny to them – not Dankes or Vielen Danks. Just Thank yous. They can always tell I’m an American.
This was my second trip of the spring, following my trip to Normandy and Berlin with a golden-hearted teen. The primary inspiration for this trip was the Oberammergau Passionsspiele. Chuck and I purchased our tickets and lodging package in 2018. The planned 2020 itinerary was Oberammergau followed by Bavarian and Austrian Alps. I loved that itinerary. By the time the 2020 trip was planned, though, my friend was dying to see Salzburg and Vienna. I had visited the former twice and the latter three times. But… I’m a flexible guy… so, I was ok with the change in plans. The itinerary? Munich x 1 night, Oberammergau x 2 nights, Salzburg x 5 nights, and Vienna x 5 nights.
Munich
Munich was great. I saw a lot of… the airport. Long story short: our itinerary changed on the day of travel due to a delayed flight, and we arrived in Munich before Chuck’s checked bag (sigh) did. Due to Chuck’s PTSD from a prior trip related to lost luggage, we waited at the airport until the bag arrived several hours after our morning arrival. Did I mention I’m flexible? Also… patience is always improved by the presence of a good book… for me on this trip, the book was The Assassination of the Archduke by Greg King and Sue Woolmans… about Archduke Franz Ferdinand… turns out it’s a love story… with a dark ending. It’s a good book.
Our Munich hotel was the Sendlinger Tor location of the always dependable Motel One chain. A basic room that has a little design flare. Great common area. Great breakfast. After our morning meal, my friend and I wandered the Marienplatz area. Despite a prior trip to Munich, I ran from spot to spot, saying, “Ooh! That’s cool!.” Chuck was less impressed.
We joined the noon crowd to watch the Glockenspiel play. Sadly, my body betrayed me. I fell into a massive coughing fit. Zero cough before or after that moment the entire trip. I felt disapproving eyes fall upon me. I swung around, expecting to find annoyed stares, but instead met angry glares. Humor always diffuses such moments, eh? I announced loudly, “Tut mir leid! Das COVID ist schlecht!” Meh… that didn’t go over so well. (Just for the record... that's a joke... I didn't really shout that to the crowd).