We started at the English Garden, an urban park that's apparently bigger than Central Park. There are multiple gardens there. While at the first one, we met a man who had a baby the same age as Owen. Well, he was actually 8 days younger, but who's counting? We sat for a while, chatting about baby stuff, how teething is going, whether they were crawling yet or not (neither are yet). It was nice. Owen and Jonas got to know each other too. They cooed at one another and Jonas tried to teach Owen how to say da-da-da-da. No luck though, to Kris's dismay. Then, a funny thing happened. Jonas started to cry. Owen's response was priceless. He stuck out his bottom lip, and after a few seconds, decided to cry too. It was cool to see him respond to someone elses emotion.
We ate some wurst (sausage), saurkraut, and potato wedges by the edge of the water. There were people in rowbats on the water, lots of ducks, and a few swans.
We walked through the garden to find another beer garden, called the Chinese garden. I know, that's a lot of gardens. There was a big open area where people sunbathing. Aparently the English Garden is known for having nude sunbathers, but we didn't see any. Good thing too, since most of the people we saw were dudes. It would have been a "wurst" fest.
After a bit of floundering, we found the Chinese garden. It was pretty packed, and they served Hoffbrau. While enjoying our beer, we posed Owen with Kris's 1L beer. Just as Kris snapped the shot, Owen reached over and tipped the glass to try to drink it. When we get back I'll post the shot. It's priceless.
We decided to return to Hoffbrauhaus for dinner as there weren't any places to eat around our new lodgings. Oh yea, we had to move because the apartment we rented wasn't available our last day. Good thing anyway, we got a hotel a block from the train station and had a train the next morning at 9:30. The Hoffbrauhaus was a little more lively being that it was Friday night. As always, Owen found some people to pay attention to him. It never gets tired seeing the joy he brings to the people he smiles at. They had a band and many of the guests would sing along with some of the songs.
I must admit, this time leaving Europe, I'm a little sad to go. It's been such a crazy adventure. Tomorrow we have a seven hour train to Venice Mestre.
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