Another day, another neighborhood explored, market visited, coffee sipped, and playground enjoyed. This time, it was Elisabethmarkt, a much smaller market than Viktualienmarkt, but lovely all the same. It is tucked inside of a little green park in the middle of a neighborhood, making it a bit quieter, simpler, and perhaps more toddler-friendly.
The Munich public transportation system is really quite simple and straightforward and I have found it relatively easy to navigate. The only detail that complicates things: the double stroller. Finding elevators proves to be the wrench thrown into all smooth traveling (particularly in the biggest stations in the city!), and today was no exception. I was able to confront the difficulties this time, however, with more humor and patience, reminding myself we’re on no one’s schedule but our own, and there’s always a way to get home if we need to. An extra U-Bahn ride and about three Tram maps later, I got us to the correct place and felt like a conqueror.
As we waited at the tram stop, I realized it’s not many days in your life that you have a view like this while waiting for a ride.
So far my plans for exploring Munich have become: find coffee shop, buy some time to sip the coffee by keeping toddler’s mouths full, find a park or playground where they can run, and then return home with a box of those juicy strawberries that seem to be everywhere. Today was no different.
The treats of choice this morning were the smoothest iced flat white (I have only ever had a Starbucks flat white, so I probably don’t have any other authentic flat whites to compare it to, but it was so good!), an oatmeal almond chocolate chip cookie, and a piece of carrot cake decorated with gorgeous dried flowers.
These red balloons were the highlight of the babies’ entire day, obtained from people walking around promoting an event in the city. They remained tied to their wrists the entire tram and subway rides home and then clenched in their fists for the rest of the day. I can’t decide if the disappointment will be less if I simply make them disappear tonight and hope they’re not remembered in the morning, or if they are discovered, deflated and drooping on the floor in the morning. Probably neither will be the happiest situation.
When Edith got her balloon, she told me she was ready to float up into the sky, like Curious George.
The balloons say “We [heart] Munich” and although it has been slow in coming, I am starting to feel those sentiments myself.