A Cook-coo Flute!

Glad to be here in Munich in our hotel, we freshened up a bit and headed out once more to visit the Martins (Jonas' family) and the Munich madness. Back in the car (thinking now we should have got rid of this and taken public transportation around Munich), we were confident (well sort of) of our way. We had printed direction from the hotel, double checked with the hotel clerk (Sebastian) and off we were. It only took one wrong turn and the Munich Madness returned. This time it was un-repairable, we were lost in a sea of intertwining major interstates.

Ah atlast my first Germany phone call; to the police? no; the hotel?...no; 911 (or what ever that is here)? no. But ever so awkward, no other than, guess who... the Martinis! They were waiting for our arrival when they recieved our call. After a few minutes determining our location (down by the soccor stadium, that was kind of cool now that I think of it), Peter (the father), Jonas and his two oldest daughters met us in the middle of Munich to show us the way. How funny we now think but memorable never-the-less. Their house was beautiful and full of warm hospitality. We felt like we had known them our whole lives. We quickly began to get to know each other as if we had to get caught up on a life time of being apart. Jonas played Fur Elise for me perfectly and his youngest daughter, Laura, gave me a coo-coo flute, which I love. Dinner was excellent. Before we left we carefully discussed and mapped our way back home. Uncertain that we were confident and sorry we got lost the first time, Peter drove us to a main intersection from where we should be able to find our way. Having made plans to return tomorrow we parted looking forward to our next visit and a homemade Bavarian dinner. It wasn't long until the Munich madness set in. This time I need not explain our pain, but it was night and all the streets looked the same. Somehow in the midst of the madness we saw our quaint hotel. We crashed, very much tired and no time to blog or share pictures.