Gutentag, darling, gutentag

München, otherwise known as Munich, has become our new home for the next few days. After an exhausting 9 hour train ride from Paris (with fine catering including a shared croissant, a bottle of juice, cookies that were more air than sugar, two shared sandwiches--one of an eggy concoction--and water in glass bottles...all for price equivalent of a steak dinner and wine in Paris) we arrived at our hostel. Remind me to stock up on snacks from a grocery store before my next long train ride.

The hostel doesn't seem half bad, although the stupid European hostel idea of not accepting credit cards and asking for cash up front is a real pain in the assets. Unlike our last hostel, this one decided to forgo the ratty blankets and rental sheets and has clean and comfy bedding. However, we're sleeping in a dorm style room, which means that instead of sleeping in a four-person room, we'll be sharing a room with 20 other travelers. Oh yeah, we're talking 10 bunkbeds scrunched in one room that has a bit of a divider wall in the middle. It's going to be like one big slumber party...except there won't be any movies...or popcorn...and we're in Germany. Yeah, just like a slumber party.