I am writing to you about our recent trip to Munich.
Overall it was a fairly enjoyable experience, blighted only by your sons/daugthers constant vomiting. Granted, given lax alcohol legislation and the excitement of you son/daughter being on a trip, it is understandable that a little overindulgence may occur.
The “Euro Youth Hotel” was surprisingly quiet and comfortable, but our first experience of a hostel, one with shared bathroom facilities, also meant that we had to share those facilities with your son’s/daughters’s copious amounts of vomit, which by miraculous happenstance and great aim missed the toilet entirely on each occasion, on each night of our stay.
We managed to drink merrily in many of Munich’s fine drinking establishments; on our first night we went on an enjoyable “beer tour” eating sausage at the Pauliner brewery, sitting with the regulars at the “Stammtisch” table at the Schneider beer hall, and supping on October-fest brew at the crowded but fun Hofbräuhaus. We did not carpet the floor!
We toured the city by foot, having a beer and pretzel lunch in the Viktualien market, dinner in a rustic pub, organ recital in the Cathederal, and happy hour in the hostel bar. We did not clog the sink.
We visited the fascinating “Deutches Museum”, the Botanical Gardens and the quaint Hirschgarten beer garden, where Sarah washed our beerglasses in the traditional manner. We did not, however, redecorate the bathroom!
Why then did your son/daughter?