Yesterday, we discovered the lock to our celler storage area didn’t open any more with either of our keys. Luckly it was a small lock and Alex could saw through it. Aparently (because I wasn’t there) once he sawed through the lock the damn thing slid under someone elses storage area. Alex had problems with the lock earlier but I had no problems at all. I’m wondering. Sabotage?

But whatever it was Ultimate Frisbee Sunday and the weather has been Wun-de-bar! I played from 2:30-5ish and earned my “Hoiwe“, (sort of like Hoy-vay) which is a 1/2 Liter of Bier in Bayerisch. So my language ability was struck down by the Biermann, when he said, “Eine Halbe?” – I corrected him, “Ein Halbes”, but he won – I don’t know a lick of Bayerisch. It’s like the rock, paper, scissors game. In Bavaria, Bayerisch trumps all other languages or grammar rules.

The leaves are really turning their pretty colors although they aren’t so vibrant as in parts of New England or the Carolinas. I took a few pictures of the Englisher Garten to document the first change.

I also bought Bratkartoffeln (country potatoes) smothered with a tasty sour cream and chive dip and shared my sin with the other hungry frisbee players. I think I got ‘em hooked so there will be more to go around next time, hehe.

It gets pretty dark around 7pm now, so now I’ve got my properly lit bike to get me through the bitter cold of night. On my way home, I almost ran over two wienerdogs but they had these nifty red LED collars that lit up when I rode close enough to them (about 10 feet). Then later I witnessed a guy trip over a curb and roll into the leaf covered sidewalk. Luckily he stopped rolling just as my bike past his grounded body. He was okay, just a little embarassed. Hard to tell if he was drunk, but he did come from the direction of the Dreigroschenkeller, a neat place to dine and wine if you can find it during your visit.

:::::bear garlic flowersI rode my bike toward the Englischer Garten to play frisbee and found myself disoriented. I haven’t ridden my bike since last Summer and I regret I didn’t ride more often. The city is gorgeous on a bicycle: cool breeze, green canopy, flowing Isar water… However, it was a bit of a distance especially with the wrong turn on Max-Ludwig Strasse up a steady hill. During the entire ride, it smelled of garlic and onions. Alahndro said it was Bärlauch or bear/wood garlic. It was all over the Englischer Garten and people are known to make pesto with it, among other things. He said that it is close to the end of the season for Bärlauch so it wasn’t so strong when we picked an individual leaf to smell. Or perhaps are noses were so overwhelmed to begin with. It’s just another example of how fleeting things are here. There is always something new that you are bound to miss if you keep yourself bound in-doors.