I boarded the 6:29 a.m. train out of Frankfurt this morning, my work duties done.
Holiday mode activate! A’schnitzeling I shall go!
Though it's a short holiday as I fly back to LAX on Monday. More a mini-holiday than an actual vacation.
I was in my Munich hotel near the train station by 10:30 a.m.
I've never been to Munich before, for complicated reasons. Not that complicated, I guess. Everyone has that ex they don't like to think about, the one where things went horribly wrong and you don't let them out of the dark recesses of your brain, and mine is Bavarian—Herr Marlboro—from a small town near Munich. He's in Stalking the Wild Dik-Dik, nicknamed this in my work because when I met him, he was wearing his sister's brown leather trousers and riding his XT-Tenere home from doing development work in Nyala. Like a German Marlboro man. (I usually nickname people in my books unless they have given me permission to name them, and given we weren't on speaking terms by the time the book came out, I couldn't very well ask him.)
Anyway, that was all a long time ago and I think he's working in the Philippines now anyway. No, the internet says Mongolia. Whatever.
So finally, fourteen years later, there was no reason to let Bavaria bother me. So here I am.
Holiday mode activate! A’schnitzeling I shall go!
Though it's a short holiday as I fly back to LAX on Monday. More a mini-holiday than an actual vacation.
I was in my Munich hotel near the train station by 10:30 a.m.
I've never been to Munich before, for complicated reasons. Not that complicated, I guess. Everyone has that ex they don't like to think about, the one where things went horribly wrong and you don't let them out of the dark recesses of your brain, and mine is Bavarian—Herr Marlboro—from a small town near Munich. He's in Stalking the Wild Dik-Dik, nicknamed this in my work because when I met him, he was wearing his sister's brown leather trousers and riding his XT-Tenere home from doing development work in Nyala. Like a German Marlboro man. (I usually nickname people in my books unless they have given me permission to name them, and given we weren't on speaking terms by the time the book came out, I couldn't very well ask him.)
Anyway, that was all a long time ago and I think he's working in the Philippines now anyway. No, the internet says Mongolia. Whatever.
So finally, fourteen years later, there was no reason to let Bavaria bother me. So here I am.
1 comment:
A beautiful shot.
Herr Marlboro. Sounds like a deleted scene out of Thank You For Smoking.
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