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Bavarian breakfast

I was up pretty early this morning. Usually I sleep like a stone through all sensory input, but this morning I somehow noticed the dawn, and it turned on my brain, and I wasn’t able to fall back asleep.

I got up and read for a bit, browsed my feeds, made myself an edible omelette, lacking cheese and pepper, as I’m out of both of those. Around 11am or so, one of the Germans from upstairs knocks on my door, invites me upstairs for breakfast.

“Oh, thanks, I’ve actually already eaten.”
“But you should eat with us.”
“Um, yeah. Well, what are you guys having?”
“Weißwurst.”
“I’m there.”

So I hustle upstairs and indeed there’s a full Bavarian breakfast laid out, a pot of weißwurst on the table, two still floating in the cloudy water with my name on them. Everybody had a glass of wheat beer, and there was a tray of hot pretzels fresh out of the oven. Man, what a thing to wake up to.

I’d just started transferring my pictures from last night when Benny knocked on my door, so unfortunately I wasn’t able to photograph the spread. But it was nice.

After eating, there was a lot of mumbling and staring at the walls, everybody dealing with his own various aches and pains from an all-too-long Saturday night. Eventually someone proposed we just go back to bed for two or three hours and see each other later on, perhaps at 6pm for bowling.

Bowling in Germany? I told them I’d sleep on it.