Travelling back to Munich after my little solo adventure in Ireland and Berlin kind of felt like coming home, obviously not the same as the feeling I'll have when I hit the tarmac in Australia again, but the familiarity was a welcome kind of feeling. As the train ride from Berlin to Munich is in excess of six hours I decided to break up the journey a little by stopping in Leipzig for a few hours on the way. This was a quick but enjoyable break and I loved being ...

Monday had an interesting start because I could hardly move my neck. Thankfully the previous night's bath did manage to soak away the other small injuries that I had but my neck did get quite a beating so my mission for the day, apart from washing, shopping and cooking, was to track down some heat rub or something equally as soothing. It's been non-stop since I hit the ground runnig here in Munich so it was nice to have a lazy morning and fill my day with some do...

The Cologne themed dinner held in tribute to the pending festivities of Carnivale was without a doubt one of the most unexpectedly delicious evenings I've spent in Munich thus far. Ralf's friends were gorgeous and the traditional Cologne dishes were more proof that my knowlege of 'traditional' German cusine was not only limited but entirely based on a stereotypical depiction of such a small part of German culture.  The hospitality continued late into the night ...

This morning was a bit of a struggle, I think I may have heard Ralf leave the flat just before 6AM when it crossed my mind that I might try and slip straight into a normal routine by getting up and going for a walk/jog. It took all of about 45 seconds of my body having a seriously good laugh at my brain for me to slip straight back into a blissful and solid sleep. Waking with a bit of a start at 11:30AM I realised I'd missed the window for early morning exercis...

Well it's been a few days since I left and to be honest as I sit here, at an espresso bar in Schrannenhalle, I'm already struggling to recall all that has happened. Saying goodbye to Nonna was without doubt the hardest part, I challenge anyone to not get teary when faced with a weeping ninety-six year old woman who's convinced she's saying goodbye to her grand daughter for the last time... and breathe. The flight over was as good as it possibly could have been, ...