Wow, going to Munich for the weekend is getting to be like going to London for work – totally routine and not at all adventure-y. The airports are getting too familiar.
So, lalala, flew to Munich, met the Sniglet at the train station where he’d come in from school and then hung around for an hour and a half waiting for me to come meet him – when I found him he was with a couple of train station cops, always a shining parental moment. He could have spent the extra time at school instead of catching the early ride to the S-Bahn station, but you know, Friday. You want to get out. Continue reading