Dachau

Today I went to the Dachau concentration camp memorial just outside Munich. It kind of put the Munich Jewish Museum to shame. It was very extensive, informative and well layed out. I spent hours and I could have spent more. They don't have anywhere to buy food there, and I didn't bring much, plus eventually my feet got sore. It felt a bit weird to leave a place like that, where so many horrible things happened to people, because lunch was overdue by three hours and my feet were tired after walking. I think it's good to be reminded every so often just how good I have it.

Jayanti took me to a beer hall tonight where real Munichers go to drink. The old folks across my us where priceless. They were both little old men, and one basically didn't speak German (or at least he didn't understand Jayanti, who's German is FAB-U-LOUSO, in my opinion), just Bavarian. Weird. I ate something called Pigs Knuckles. It was actually quite yummy, although it sure doesn't sound it. The beer was kick ass. It reminded me of that scene in the first Lord of the Rings, were the hobbits get to that first little town. I can't remember the name just now. Jen? Anyway, Merry orders a beer and Pippin sees it. You remember:

"What's that"?
"They called it a pint."
"I'm getting one!"

You know, which British accents and all. The beer seemed that big (Jayanti told me it was a little one), only I'm GSwannaB sized, and not hobbit sized. All the better to wash down my Pigs Knuckles. :)