Day 41 – Zooming through the BMW Museum

Day 41 = Saturday, April 21, 2012

Our friend Bryann finished his trade show on Friday, so we got to take him sightseeing over the weekend before he had to fly home. Our first stop: a day at the BMW Museum!

We left Apartment Bremerich after a leisurely morning and walked to the U-Bahn through our local Schrebergärten (allotment garden), where neighborhood apartment residents who do not have a garden can still grow their own vegetables and plants.

German allotment gardens - Schrebergärten

Because this is Germany, these gardens are meticulously maintained and absolutely gorgeous. Many of them have little garden houses, where gardeners can keep their tools and supplies – and often a table and chairs or whatever amenities might make it a little more homey on the weekends. (Apparently some people also bring a television and hang out in the garden if a big match is on.)


But on to the BMW museum! Lori loves vintage cars (and vintage car museums), and everyone else was keen on checking it out as well. We had come here on our honeymoon 20 years ago, but it has been completely updated since then.

When you get to the museum, there are an assortment of very fancy motorcycles out front, and you can pose for pictures on them. Lori makes a pretty complacent-looking biker girl:

… but after taking a turn in the passenger seat, Quinland wanted to try riding the motorcycle on her own. He looks like a natural.

It was very fitting to have the newest models of motorcycles out front – as opposed to autos – since the very first BMW, manufactured back in 1923, was this R32 motorcycle:

This 1930 Dixi might be Lori’s favorite car in the place. (Teile in Eile translates to “parts in a hurry.”)


Love this 1939 BMW 328. The leather straps on the hood are awesome.

Everyone’s favorite BMW – the Isetta! The front of the car opens up to let the passengers inside. (Looks kind of like a Smart Car, oder?)

And the fabulous BMW 2002 – a classic. Lori and David should buy one of these. Perhaps we will get one for Quinland someday…

But enough of this fun! David, Bryann and Quinland finally dragged Lori out the door and over to the Olympiapark.

Expenditures: Day passes for the u-bahn, entry into the BMW Museum (BMW-Welt), lockers for our coats and backpacks, and some awesome postcards!

Experiences: Sighting some incredible vehicles – and getting to “ride” a high-powered cycle out front. Wheeeee!

Day 40 – Quite possibly the most boring post of the trip

Day 40 = Friday, April 20, 2012

Please note: I did not say it was the most boring day of the trip. I would not know, because I missed it… and very few photos were taken… which is why it will be the most boring post. Just keeping it real, people.

Remember all that running through Salzburg the previous day? Well, let’s just say that I learned a big lesson about doing too much, too soon after mega-steroids. I collapsed in a heap – so tired, so sore, so out of it – and lay in bed the entire day, barely lifting up my head from the pillow. Picture me on that sofa bed, below. (I got these photos off Herr Bremerich’s website; go there if you are ever thinking of staying in Munich!)


Here’s my view of the other side of the apartment, from the sofa bed:


You may recall that what brought us to Munich this week was the arrival of our friend Bryann from Portland for a work conference (aka a “Messe“). David and Q spent the day at the Messegelände (conference/fairgrounds) where they ate, drank, had candy, and saw exhibits. Q came home with a bag of goodies: a mood magnet, a ball, and some combo gel/highlighter pens.

I was still out of it, so Q decided to nap along with me in preparation for staying up late at Game Night. In fact, David “snuck out!” (his words) without him, with the following rationale:

  • He knew the people would be speaking German only;
  • He wasn’t sure if the evening was kid-friendly; and
  • They might play very late. (He was correct on the first two, but he got home by midnight. That’s early for gamers.)

He had fun. Here is proof of all the fun:

Meanwhile, Q and I woke up with no food in the house but the Wieninger leftovers and no house key, either. Obviously, since we could not lock the door, we could not leave, we would have to eat ALL the leftovers, even David’s, or risk complete starvation. So we did!

We also played Tiki Topple, read, and watched Pride and Prejudice 2005. (Obviously, I was starting to feel better.) If we’d had a way to watch Friends and Glee, it may have been a perfect lazy night.

Expenditures: Day passes for the u-bahn.

Experiences: Q’s first visit to a Messe!

Day 39 – Salt Mine and Salzburg after steroids

Day 39 = Thursday, April 19, 2012

We really wanted to take Quinland to the Salt Mine in Berchtesgaden, but as we looked at our schedule, there was only one possible day we could go there: Thursday the 19th, the day after my medication day. I decided I would wait to see how I felt, but that David and Quinland would definitely go.

When we got up in the morning, I felt a little woozy and really steroid-puffy, but overall I thought I’d be fine to go.  We took the u-bahn to Ostbahnhof and – after a quick stop at Aldi for picnic food – caught the 9 am train to Salzburg. This was our old stomping ground, as the train runs right through Bernau am Chiemsee, our home back in 1993-1994.

We didn’t stop in Bernau, but we made a plan to get off in nearby Prien on the way back and have dinner at Wieninger Keller, my favorite restaurant.

We got into Salzburg about 12 noon and were mistakenly told by Tourist Info that there was a 12:15 bus to Berchtesgaden. There was not. We wasted half an hour waiting for it, then rushed through town to the edge of the Mirabellgarten, ate our sack lunch, and rushed back to the train station to catch the bus. (Quinland was very unhappy about all the rushing.)

Luckily, the bus ride to Berchtesgaden was drop-dead gorgeous. Beautiful Bavarian farmhouses, snow-covered Alps… all right outside the bus window. We were all in a pretty good mood by the time we got there!

The salt mine, as expected, was amazing. The miner uniforms we all donned before the tour had been updated: David and I remembered them as old-fashioned mining clothes, but these jumpsuits were practically space-age. We rode the train deep into the bowels of the earth, then got off and descended to the mining caverns the same way the miners have done for hundreds of years – on a steep, polished-wood slide.

It was fast. The speed was a wee bit unexpected. This resulted in the best family photo of the whole trip:

Even David, the thriftiest man we know, agreed that we had to buy the overpriced-but-incredibly-awesome photo.

After the salt mine tour, we caught the bus back to Salzburg, got off near the Dom, and walked through town.

As we crossed over the Salzach River, we noticed these locks attached to the bridge railing. Each had names and/or dates on them. I was intrigued. Apparently, I missed the cultural memo about “love padlocks.” Lovers – apparently inspired by a 2006 Italian novel – write their names on a padlock, fasten it to a bridge railing, and throw the keys into the water as a sign of their eternal love. City governments all over Europe are up in arms about them. Now I know.

After finding a place to get some Mozartkugel, we did a little Sound of Music tour of the Mirabellgarten (through the vine-covered trellises, around the dwarf statues, and up and down the steps to the tune of Do, Re, Mi).

Don’t I look relaxed in that photo? Well, that didn’t last much longer. Suddenly we realized that we had to catch our return train and we needed to RUN back to the train station. I mean that literally. We started running. I was in serious agony, but Q kept me going. And then, of course… the train didn’t come. Some kind of emergency on the tracks or something… We waited 15 minutes for an s-bahn, took it around the emergency area, then caught the Munich train for Prien.

Wieninger had the same awesome guy waiting on us, but no Indischer Pfeffertopf. I was sad, sad, sad. (That is probably my all-time favorite thing I’ve ever eaten.) Regardless of that, we all managed to gorge ourselves before we hustled back to the station. We got home about 11 pm – a 14-hour day.

Expenditures: Lunch food at Aldi; train to Salzburg (round-trip day pass that included bus to the salt mines!); photo of ourselves; postcards; Mozartkugel; dinner at Wieninger Brau. Totally forgot to get a magnet in Salzburg.

Experiences: Got to show Q the area we used to live in; visit to a real underground salt mine; visit to Salzburg; dinner at the fantastic Wieninger. If only Schengen hadn’t gotten rid of passport stamps, Q could have gotten one for Austria!