This is me. In the World.

Two years ago, while traveling in Spain, I was set straight by a dear friend regarding something I clung to in order to establish my identity. As is common when traveling, I was often asked where I was from, and I always responded, "New York" as that had been my last stopping point. On a hot afternoon in Sevilla, my friend overheard this exchange and set me straight: "YOU are not FROM New York. (I'm not?) "People like you are OF the world, you are not FROM New York. Whatever you do, wherever you go, the world is your home...no matter where you have been or where you are going, you will always be of the world. Paige del Mundo. Sounds much better don't you think?" I thought it sounded cartoon-characterish, but I knew his idea was right. Exploring the world - locally or faraway - has always been my passion. So here is the story of Paige del Mundo. Paige of the World. These are my pages written while being in the world. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy telling my story.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

A City full of Liederhosen

As the train rolled closer to Munich, I realized I had no idea what to expect once the train stopped. I had mapped out the city related to my hotel, I had a list of "must-sees" and "hope to sees" but not a list of "what I am going to see". As I stepped off the train, I would know soon enough!









Walking out of the station with my bags in tow, had me standing in the warm sunshine waiting for a taxi to get me to my hotel. The sky was brilliant blue, and it seemed that everyone was outside enjoying the 80 degree weather. Beers were in hand, and liederhosen was the garb of choice.



As I rode along in the taxi, taking in the city-scape of Munich the two words that came to mind were 'tidy" and 'systematic". Everything was so organized, nothing felt wasted, it was a simply laid-out city, with everything in its place. An element of tight perfection exuded from the buildings. Kind of like being in IKEA, and the trendy sense of organziation that comes from those walls. It felt very, well, very German from everything I had learned of the country.


My hotel on BaadkerStrasse was very much the same. A tightly organized room for one, with cupboard kitchen, junior full size bed, study area, and full bath. Yep, something straight from an IKEA catalog.



Bags in room, key left with the front desk, I was ready to get going on this Oktoberfest adventure. Here. we. go!

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