A Bicycle Ride
Yes, we are on the move, as a matter of fact we are moving! We are moving to Gauting. But today we are just cycling there.
First of all, why are we moving? We like our apartment in Munich, we have been here for several decades, it is our home. But ... we felt it was time to find a place where we will feel comfortable as we get older. In our Munich apartment we have three flights of stairs to climb, a tiny bathroom, a narrow hallway. Who knows how long this will fit our old-folks' needs. So we started the search for a suitable apartment and to our amazement found a place that we liked on first sight. It was hard to believe how easy it was. We will no longer be in Munich but more or less in the country, or at least fields and woods are down the road while in the other direction we can go shopping on foot - pretty near perfect.
We signed the contract beginning May 1 but have the keys already. The day before we got the keys, we decided to ride our bicycles out to Gauting. As soon as we had the keys we knew we would be busy readying the place for our move. Gauting lies about 20 km southwest of Munich and much of our bicycle route was familiar. We rode through Westpark, one of our favorite green refuges in the city and then continued on through Forstenrieder Park, actually a forest, where we have often cycled as well. We chose a different route for the way back, following the Würm, also not new territory to us.
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Moving is a chore ... that's an understatement for sure. But I am trying to tackle it with elan. For a start, we are frequently driving out to Gauting with our car full of things that are too big to pack conveniently and not so heavy that we can't carry them ourselves. The rest we will pack and it will be ready when the movers come. Each little drive out to Gauting gets us a bit more acquainted with our new surroundings. The weather has been perfect and the last time we drove out we took a short walk, just one and a half kilometers down the road. Quite a contrast to our present surroundings.
Isn't it lovely? I am sure we will be missing things from our life in Munich, but we will be compensated.
For the time being the move has priority, and if I'm not busy sorting and culling and packing and discarding, I feel I should be - and that is where my thoughts are. I hope it won't be too long before we are settled in and I have posts from our new home.
The weather was perfect for Munich's Sunday program - the St. Patrick's Day Parade and the Dachshund Parade. That was the first I had ever heard of a dachshund parade and I probably wouldn't have heard of it at all if the Express Brass Band wasn't going to accompany them. The only connection I have to this breed of dog is that long ago my sister had a dachshund and it had a German name - Schnitzel. That wouldn't have been reason enough for me to go to a dog parade, but the Brass Band was.
Somehow Janos and I got held up in a restaurant that forgot our order and by the time we came out the parade and the band were already underway and out of sight. We knew the parade's destination, and quickly cycled to the Karl-Valentin-Musäum on Isartorplatz. When we got there there were no longer many dachshunds hanging around but the band was just warming up and that was the main thing. We had a wonderful afternoon in the sun, taking pictures and listening to the Express Brass Band. They are so fantastically good!
Here are some pictures of the band. I'm sorry I didn't get pictures of all the members of the band, but from where I was standing not everyone was within range of my camera.
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No, it is definitely not spring yet although it was a few degrees warmer today than in the past few days. I somehow expected some spring-like vegetation in the Botanical Garden and since it was a bit warmer and there was no snow on the bike paths, Janos and I cycled there. This winter cycling is something new; last year when it got cold, I didn't get on my bike for at least three months. They say it's all about wearing the right clothing, so I bought some top-quality winter mittens, changed my attitude and have been cycling short disances in town since we got back from Spain.
In the Botanical Garden there wasn't even a tiny blossom on the witch hazel. I did see the tips of what I think will be snow drops poking through the layers of dry leaves and snow, though. Perhaps in a few weeks ... When it started to rain, we went into the Botanical Garden's cafe and had an early lunch along with many other inveterate botanical garden visitors who got caught in the rain.
January 7 - 10
No dallying, no sightseeing, no country roads - that was the program for the ride home. However, the first night we did plan a stop in a historical town with a castle and old walls since it was on our route and, well, we like these places. We were in Alarcón in the late afternoon and still had daylight to go out and take some pictures. Its location on a plateau was spectacular.
The next morning we woke up again to blue skies - but the temperature had dropped to below zero as Alarcón is at an altitude of 980 meters. As we lost altitude it warmed up and we had one more sunny day.
On the second day we crossed the border into France and slept in Perpignan.
A country a day - on day three we slept in Lausanne, Switzerland. No pictures at all.
We knew it had been snowing heavily in Bavaria and parts of Switzerland. Our day started out fine, dry roads, no snow, but then came snow flurries, and more snow and more snow. Salt had been strewn and snow plows were out but I wasn't enjoying the ride much any more. Around Zurich I was beginning to feel anxious. I am admittedly somewhat phobic about highway driving and speed anyway and the snow was stoking my fears. When we reached Lindau, just over the German border, I asked Janos to let me out at the train station. Although Janos is an excellent driver, I knew driving through the snow was going to be agony for me. I felt bad leaving Janos to drive the last stretch alone and I was relieved to hear afterwards that the roads had been fine. And I felt fine sitting in the train, relaxed and happy to watch the wonderful snowy landscape roll past the window.
And that was it. Janos and I got home almost the same time in the evening. When I got there, Janos had just dragged our luggage up the three flights of stairs. We soon fell into bed. I was happy to be home again.
Again we visited El Puerto, this time with our friends from Kassel. We strolled through the streets, visited the church with the storks, took pictures of the storks, had lunch, walked around the bull ring and hoped it would be open so we could have a look inside but it wasn't, stopped for a sherry, took some more pictures and drove home. Again a beautiful sunny day, not too warm and not too cool.
Here are the pictures.