Fockenstein

The week starts to blend after the bike ride. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday are errands. I meet a friend to get advice on a place to live, registering my visa, and sorting out bank accounts. I check out language schools, double checking my original decision. I go to Salsa. I catch the sunset. I ride a bike to Grafelfing to discover that it’s closed by noon. I return to Grafelfing and get registered. I go to group book-reading and discover a Canadian who’s been working in Germany for 2 years and doesn’t speak German at all. She’s from Toronto.

Wednesday though; Wednesday. Franz takes Oli and I to Frockenstien, near Tigernsee. It’s incredible. I would write something, but no words can describe it. I’m writing this on a lazy Saturday and I still can’t get over it. Here are pictures.Leia mais