I arrived in Munich still with snow in its streets shades. I had breakfast in Madrid, I ate Marienplatz in the central and said goodbye to the prinzregente theater, Enjoying the musical "singing in the rain". During the few days I spent in the capital of Bavara, I was able to verify the overwhelming German practical sense: Bidirectional mechanical stairs at subway stations and convoys doors that open in halves (With the consequent energy saving in both cases), Hotel shower gel dosing (To avoid the generalized collection of soap bottles by customers), most own juice glasses in breakfast (In most hotels, People are able to fill a pozal although later it just gives a couple of sips)…
Munich has a Cartesian order that makes it very comfortable for the visitor. It is brotherly, open, delicious to walk, offensively pulcra, cordial with the stranger, very beautiful in its historic center and, A detail nothing less, It offers a lot and good beer, but one imagines living here and almost who would end up missing that rogue and nightlife profile without which a city always ends up consuming you in its perfection.
I had breakfast in Madrid, I ate Marienplatz in the central and said goodbye to the prinzregente theater
I think of munich and memory, especially, The walks through Südliche Auuffahrtsallee, on the banks of the channel that dies in the baroque majesty of Nymphenburg Castle; in the 296 PETERSKIRCHE Tower steps; In the views of the city, Verilated by the Alps, from the Olympiaturm; in the University and vibrant breweries Schwabing; In the unusual loneliness of Marienplatz on Sunday at eight in the morning; in the antiquarium and the gallery of portraits of the Wittelsbach of Residence; In pedestrian and commercial animation around Odeonsplatz; In the joviality that radiates the famous Hofbräuhaus brewery with its more than four centuries of history in tow.
I traveled with my mother because a few months ago the Rubicón of the 80 And I had decided to give him a trip. She stole Munich half a century later and did it with the same vitality and curiosity of the time, The best medicine not to bend over time. At the airport we took a bus to Main station (17 euros round trip per person), The Central Trains Station, And from there we walk with the bags to our hotel in Paul Heyse Strasse, In the multi-regular neighborhood of Ludwigs-Vort. He did not grind. Nor did he do when the walks happened, the journeys from one end to another and the beer jugs. I thought I would like to reach the eighties with the same attitude towards life, willing to discover me every day away from the tedium annihilating of the suns without truce.
My mother was on Munich again half a century later and did it with the same vitality and curiosity of the time
After loungeing the outdoor market of Virkualienmarkt, We followed the Spanish receptionist council and we went to eat at the Ratskeller brewery, A traditional bavara tavern housed in the bass of the City Council that made me suspicious to know that it was in the very Marienplatz, The equivalent of the Puerta del Sol de Madrid, But with sausages instead of squid. The place was cozy and the impeccable beer, Although the food left much to be desired.
But in a city where average beer consumption exceeds 160 annual liters per inhabitants is very difficult not to find happiness. And we find it in the Hofgarten Café de Odeonsplatz, that invites you to enjoy its sunny terrace (Perhaps the most privileged in the city) In the morning, Although now that the sun is getting, we are looking for shelter inside (A jug and tea 9 EUR). A couple of hours later we are uploading the staircase of the prinzregente theater with our tickets, purchased online, In hand.
A musical in German has its advantages: You can disregard the argument and focus on songs and choreographies. Unless in the second inter -ever you think that the show has ended and is in charge of the wardrobe who has to get you out of error.
Hofarten Café de Oreonspatz invites you to enjoy its sunny terrace, One of the most privileged city
I remember the statues of the Church of San Pablo, en Theresienwiese, covered with purple fabrics by Lent, as did in Spain in Spain; The long and cold walk from the Rotkreuzplatz stop (U7) Hasta Castle Nymphenburg, in which my mother was about to claudicar and then was one of the most pleasant moments of those days in Munich (on trips, as in life, Often happiness lies in knowing how to convert setbacks into triumphs) And the problems to take a taxi at Menzinger Strasse that will take us to OlympiaPark (almost twenty euros of career for a journey of just five minutes); The crowded walks Residenzstrasse hasta Marienhof, When we were surprised by an eagle that made the night shiver…
And Max Joseph Platz It was very cold at nine in the morning and there was still an hour for the palace to reside, Secular abode of the "Alfa" dynasty of Bavaria, Los Wittelsbach, open its doors. I had to wait. And move not to end up numb. waiting, Although hurried, It is worth it to imbute the golden times of that Bavarian royalty that now contemplates mustia from the vault of one of its classrooms.
In travel, as in life, Often happiness lies in knowing how to convert setbacks into triumphs
And, then, Back to the street, sorprende cruzarse con un joven paseando atortolado con su novia ataviado con unos tradicionales «lederhose» (pantalones de cuero con tirantes), lo que demuestra el apego que los bávaros tienen a su identidad.
Munich debe contemplarse desde las alturas para disipar esa engañosa impresión de pueblo grande que te asalta mientras recorres las calles del centro. Nothing is further from reality. Desde lo alto de la Olympiaturm (7 euros la subida en ascensor), herencia de los Juegos de 1972, la ciudad del millón de habitantes saca músculo esparciéndose como una ola hacia los Alpes. Conviene repetir la experiencia en Marientplatz, y aunque es más cómodo hacerlo en ascensor bien en el Ayuntamiento o en la catedral de Frauenkirche, a mí me apetecía más subir los casi 300 steps of the church of San Pedro (Peterskirche), that reigns on the glowing roofs of the historic center.
Munich whispers at every step that vitality so bavara that invites you to squeeze the hours
We then walk towards the Sendlinger Strasse, Already with boarding time stepping on our heels. There, almost engulfed by housing buildings, The beautiful baroque church of San Juan Nepomuceno rises, known as Asamkirche (THE CHURCH OF THE ASAM, The brothers who built the temple). Back at the hotel, We stumble upon one of the free guided tours that are organized daily for tourists (Parte de Marienplatz, Next to the statue of the Virgin, to 10:45 and the 14:00).
Because Munich, The city that "shines on the friends of Munich" (How do you pray its maximum decoration), It whispers at every step that vitality so bavara that invites you to squeeze the hours and enjoy each ray of sun as if it were the last.