Day 3 was somewhat uneventful. I hung out in Munich in one of the many squares reading a book and enjoying the sun shine until noon when I needed to check out of the hotel and go on my adventure to find the hotel that Rob was staying at to finally meet up with him.
As I was checking out of the hotel, I realized that I really have no idea where this other hotel was. So as weird as it was to ask the lady at the hotel in Munich where this other hotel was, she was beyond helpful and helped me figure out what train station I needed to get off at. However, the lady told me that I needed to take a train, a bus and a taxi to get to this other hotel. So she wished me and my big yellow suitcase luck and off we went.
I wasn’t supposed to meet Rob at their hotel until 3pm so I walked over to the central station and grabbed a snack before I started on the trek to his hotel.
Back on the train to head back towards the airport. I needed to get off at a stop called Hallbergmoos. Now, Hallbergmoos is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I fully expected, that once I got off the train, there would be some sort of action happening in and around the station. However, I get off the train, and the station is completely abandoned with the exception of a couple people. There is nothing but open fields and a car park that is almost empty being a Sunday afternoon. So, I asked the closest lady to me…”Excuse me, do you speak English?”. Thank the lord, she spoke a little English. I asked for directions to the Hotel and so she translated the schedule for the bus, which came within 2 minutes. Then she had a conversation with the bus driver who welcomed me on board the bus, told me to sit and he would let me know when to get off the bus. After about a 10 minute ride, further into the middle of nowhere, the bus driver tells me to come up to the front. Then he shows me a street and a sign and low and behold, it was for “The Regent hotel”…my final destination. He tells me, when I get off the bus, head back down to that street…that is where the hotel is. Phew, no cab needed. Not that there were any cabs around here anyway…
WOW! How amazingly friendly the people in Munich are. So far, with every single person I have asked for help, they have been hands down, no questions asked, above and beyond helpful. I think Canadians, and Vancouverites have a little bit to learn about this concept. If only each person would “pay it forward” once a day…even once every other day, what a grand city Vancouver would be. Not to say bad things about Vancouver, I truly love this city, BUT, we have lost a little bit of that world renowned “Canadians are so friendly”….
Now that I am checked into the hotel I am patiently awaiting for my husband’s bus to arrive with a bus full of exhausted cyclists. Once they finally arrive, I see Rob, we kiss (aww shucks) and he checks into the hotel to clean himself up. He did just spend the whole day driving on a bus from Italy to Germany before 5pm. Once everyone is checked into the hotel and cleaned up, it is time to do dinner.
Beer and Cheese Spätzle (essentially german mac & cheese) OH SO DELICIOUS! I would later learn how to make these scrumptious little dumplings while in Budapest.