Ja gut, Bayern.

Next stop was the proud state of Bavaria. I've been told the people have a distinct accent...and personality. We headed to Augsburg first, a charming little town, where we met our German host for the next few days, Sylvia. She lives in a beautiful nunnery, though she isn't a nun or becoming one, mainly because it only costs 150 Euros a month for rent. Unfortunately, we couldn't stay there because she isn't allowed guests after 11pm (and we couldn't disobey those cute old nuns), so we stayed with some friends of hers, Judith and Stephan. Jen fell in love with their kitchen.

Sylvia showed us around her stomping ground and Munich. In Augsburg we checked out the oldest social housing complex in zie world, the Fuggerei. People still live there for 0.88 Euros per year! It tugged at my socialist heart strings. Jen and I took Sylvia to her first Starbucks in Munich, or Munchen as zie Deutsch call it. She was disgusted by our American portions, and could not fathom the idea of someone consuming a whole Venti coffee. I was disgusted by the presence of Starbucks everywhere and how they looked exactly like the ones back home.

I'm undecided on Munich. I didn't fall in love with the city, but I was also a sleep deprived walking zombie that day. I have to give credit to Sylvia, who was energetic and bubbly even when she was falling asleep post-coffee.



Jen, Sylvia and I had a three-way date rowing in Augsburg.