taming the unwashed

Visited Andechs monastery this weekend – while the mountain and nearby Amersee are lovely, the monastery itself was more like Bavarian Disneyland.  I didn’t see a single monk.  And if you want to see an endless supply of Maß and hax’n, you can get that without driving an hour out of Munich.  So although I would not recommend the monastery, it was a very nice day, the lake was beautiful, and I had an ice cream cone.  Can’t be too greedy.

You know how you can tell you’re getting old and boring?  When your boyfriend go outside at night to yell at loud teenagers, and not only are you in perfect agreement, you have already fallen asleep on the sofa and need to be woken up to share your agreement and indignation.

Speaking of yelling at obnoxious neighbors and hoodlums, that is one great disadvantage of not being fluent in a language.  Oh, the things I would like to say to the neighbor with two yapping dogs that chase everyone coming in and out of the building.  Or the people who smoke in U-Bahn stations.  Oh, I have enough vocabulary to politely point out their irritating existence, but lack the fluency to fully express my disgust and annoyance.  With yelling.  Strangely, the German refuses to teach me these key phrases…probably in fear that I will use them on all the neighbors.