Or: Fünf Münchner Dinge, die mir gefallen (“Five Munich things that I like”).
We’ve been here a little over two weeks now, so I’ve finally accumulated enough information to make a comprehensive
1. At heart, I’m
really neurotic a simple girl, so I like a life of ease. I’ll start with the basics: Our building has a trash chute. A trash chute! I mean, what is this, 1980s Manhattan? We also have an elevator, which, if you know anything about me and my body, you know is the greatest gift a girl could get (other than a washer/dryer, but we’re starting small). No more trudging outside in my pajamas and Crocs with a bag o’ trash. Woohoo!
2. You have to pay for plastic bags in the grocery store! This, of course, means that people bring their own bags. These folks also actually recycle. They insert their plastic bottles into a machine that then spits out coupons to be used at that grocery store in return. More on the preservation side: Have you ever taken a shower in Germany? Let’s just say that the water is off for most of the, uh, experience — unless, that is, you want to douse the whole bathroom and everything in it, which, believe me, I’ve done — but it certainly saves water.
beer yogurt: Rosebud, Mango, Violet. Yum.
4. The pool. Germans take their pools as seriously as New Yorkers take their figures gyms and yoga studios — they’re open all day, everyday. Ours even has a tram stop named after it: Nordbad. The dressing room is co-ed. One day I’ll explain how this works, but suffice it to say, I’ve seen things.
5. Being on the same continent as my man. Had to be said.
Okay, clearly I need to get out more.