The Sun was Shining in Munich
The sun was shining in Munich but it didn’t help my sense of direction that it was high noon and that shining sun was directly overhead. It also didn’t help that the street name we were looking for was unpronounceable to our American eyes because it included a letter I had never seen except on Kati’s keyboard back in Perth. Left onto Schleiβheimerstraβe, Right onto Maβmannstraβe, Left onto Dachauerstraβe which turns into Seidlstraβe. To add a layer of confusion we were also practicing our German so then we were to finally turn Links at Marsstraβe, turn Recht at Lammerstraβe around the Hauptbahnhof to Hirtenstraβe. Perhaps if the correct car were available, the good German Audi I had reserved rather than the American Ford I received (“Good American car! If you like German auto there is a Porche available for €275 a day?”) we’d have had better luck making it to our Hostel in reasonable time. At least we’d have been swimming through our seas of confusion in something native German even if
