How silly of me hoping that you would share my feelings after we met. It’s been two weeks since we last saw each other and I can’t stop thinking of you. Silenced by the perfection of your body and your seductive rustic, perfectly done skin, I couldn’t tell you for how long I’ve been coveting you. Ever since I saw your roving presence overshadowing the already cute Nate Berkus’ office, I was forever enchanted by your charm. How naive of me. It didn’t occur to me that perhaps you would just be one regular mortal contaminated by the world’s greatest sin, greed. There goes my love, with your hunger for more. Always more. But for three thousand dollars am I hanging like this? Just not fair.
photos via Munich Residenz and Elle Decor.
The reason for my long and total absence conjures one full sentence “I’ve been biking in Munich.” Literally. I’ve been biking up and down for days of sightseeing, eating, shopping, and mostly going into quite secluded neighborhoods and into small and “only-locals-know-about” shops. Because that’s what I prefer to do when I travel. I like to act and do everything like a local. I first walked around and sensed the environment. It didn’t take me long to realize that Germans have everything figured out when it comes to sustainable living. Munich has more bikes on bike-paths taking you everywhere in the city, than cars driving on the streets. God, New Yorkers would be happy to have at least half of those bike-paths.
The Ludwigskirche Church with colorful tiles added on later to the Neo-Romanesque architecture.