After our awesome trip to Budapest we settled back in Munich for act III of our family adventure.
As we were down to the
last 2 days of the year (and the last 2 days of our family visiting), we wanted
to make sure we got to spend some time with Aunt Ellen and Uncle Rüdiger. With 2 cars, we easily fit crammed all 9 of us in for a drive down to Garmisch again. However this time, our destination was
different – we wanted to see Partnachklamm
again, but this time we were hoping to see it partially frozen. After hitting a rather large Stau (traffic
jam), we finally made it down to Garmisch.
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| Seth and Rüdiger hanging out in the traffic |
As we walked up to the
Olympic Ski Jump – the start of the hike to the gorge – we sadly learned that
Partnachklamm was closed due to the melting ice. Apparently there was danger of icicles
breaking off and potentially killing everyone in sight. And the worst part is there is a website that tells you if it is ‘geoffnet’
or ‘geschlossen’, but it had been down for a few days. This must be how Chevy Chase felt when he finally made it to WallyWorld and it was closed.
Thankfully we had Ellen
and Rüdiger with us as they came up with a wonderful backup plan for the
day. Right at the same ski jump stadium
is the lift to the top of Eckbauerbahn!
After Rüdiger finagled us the group discount (technically we were 1 shy
of the 10 needed), we hopped in line for the gondolas. But before we handed our ticket over in
exchange for a ride up the mountain, Sandy announced she really wanted to try
sledding (a true sign she was born and raised in Texas). Noah and Seth had
her back and quickly ran back down to the store to rent 3 sleds for the group. Finally we (and our sleds) were on our way up
the mountain in the gondolas.
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| We were really excited |
Once we reached the top,
we immediately headed to the sledding hill.
Marty, Margie, and myself all hung back at the bottom to photograph my
mother’s first sled experience ever (and capture the others too). Ellen and Rüdiger went to the top of the hill
to cheer the sledders on.
First up – Seth.
Next – my mother’s
inaugural sled ride. With the ‘breaks’
on the majority of the time, she ended up with pretty good snow spray.
Then it was Noah’s turn.
Then the self-proclaimed
expert, my father. Though based on the
photo you can see he didn’t really have the best form. (He blames the sled…. sure Gary)
After a few more runs in
for all, including a brother run, and a run where Seth flew all the way to the
restaurant, we had all built up our appetite and were ready for some food. This was when I took my turn on the sled – to
slowly make my way down the path to the restaurant. What can I say – I know the dangers
uncomfortable-ness of snow spray first hand.
After our fill of food and
beer (and a few more runs on the sled), we were ready to call it a day and head
back down the mountain.
Before heading back to
Munich, we decided to walk around the town of Oberammergau first. We asked a random
man on the street to take a group picture of us in front of the famous painted
houses, but sadly the bill of his hat pushed the flash down, resulting in a
dark and grainy picture.
When we returned to Munich
we said farewell to Ellen and Rüdiger and took off to downtown for a delicious
meat-filled dinner at Der Pschorr. Even
Margie’s vegetarian baked cheese dish was amazing.
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| It's hard to see, but the name of the restaurant behind us is 'Weisses' |
New Year’s Eve found us
all rather spent from the past 2 weeks activities. The day was spent playing Settler’s of Catan between
packing (as everyone flew out the next day).
Before dinner though, we partook in the German tradition of
Bleigießen. This is where you melt a
small lead figure and dump the liquid in water.
Then you have to determine what your newly created shape looks
like. The shape is interpreted (via online blogs for
us) to predict how the upcoming year will be.
For instance, my lead came out looking like a swan. Based on the list, a bird means I have good
luck coming in 2014! Unfortunately
‘penis’ wasn’t on the list for Noah’s shape, so we had to go with a different
opinion on what his object looked like.
After our fortunes were
foretold, we went out for a wonderful Indian dinner. And since this is all about ‘firsts’ this
trip for the parents (Margie’s first time in a gondola, Sandy’s first time sledding), it was now Gary’s
turn. This was his first time eating
Indian food! We went with some safe
choices for him of butter chicken and tikka masala, and I was happy to say he
didn’t go hungry that night.
It was finally time to
grab our blankets, champagne, and fireworks and head to Hirschgarten. Last year Noah and I marveled a the way
German’s do fireworks on New Year’s, so we thought the park near us would be a
good place to 1) set off our own fireworks and 2) have a nice view of others as
well. Noah and I were also looking
forward to showing our guests how over the top it gets here. To quote Adam Fletcher’s ‘How to be German in 50 easy steps': “New Year’s Eve in Germany is the evening in which all the nice,
normal, practical, risk-averse people are replaced by gun-powder-touting, death
wish-seeking pyromaniacs. Running around lighting fireworks with reckless
abandon. Sections of the country become much like Baghdad on market day. In
Germany, leaving the house on New Year’s Eve is like stepping into a giant, 80
million person multiplayer game of Bomberman.”.
We get started around
11:30 lighting our bottle rockets and our 3-foot long sparklers. With all that time waiting for the sparkler
to burn out, I had my go at sparkler-writing.
At this point we were
really the only ones around, and Noah and I were a bit nervous that maybe we misremembered
last year and exaggerated the experience to our family. But once the clock hit midnight, the warzone
broke out. We did have a few more groups
show up to the park, but the main event was over at the Hirschgarten
restaurant. They had their own
professional show going, and we had great viewing spots away from the massive
crowd we could see in the distance. Between
their show, and all the fireworks that began to explode all around us, we could
see the awe in our family’s faces. It
was a great way to ring in the New Year.
The next same
morning we bid ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ to our loved ones and spent the rest of the
day recovering from both the late night and the 2 weeks of hosting. Plus our apartment resembled how the city
streets looked after all the fireworks… it was time for us to clean for the first time
all year.
