Thirty years ago, I left a piece of my heart in Munich. Participating in Lewis and Clark College's Year in Munich Program, I studied at the Universität München during the 1978-79 academic year. For reasons that now seem fairly trivial (work, money, children), I never returned. Until now. Paul and I arrived in Munich around three in the afternoon on Thursday and took the U-bahn to Münchner Freiheit, a very familiar stop in Schwabing. From there, it was about a 10 minute walk to our hotel on the edge of the Englischer Garten.
After participating in the requisite meetings on Thursday and Friday, I had Friday evening and Saturday to catch up with old friends, wander through the Weinachtsmarkt, watch the Glockenspiel play, climb the steps of Alter Peter in search of photo opportunities, drink a few beers, and reminisce on some very happy times.
My dreams were answered when I awoke Saturday to find that it had snowed! The view from my hotel window was Christmas card perfect.
The time in Munich was fabulous, but too short. And an even bigger piece of my heart stayed behind this time.
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