Minga – that’s what the Bavarians call their capital, Munich. We other Germans call it München and I think the linguistic discrepancy is some kind of pars pro toto for the overall cultural difference between Bavaria and, well, the rest.
To me, being in Munich was like being abroad, maybe like Austria or Switzerland. I have trouble understanding the people and I don’t know how to eat the food. But I tried to integrate, had my Weißwurst and if I had stayed a little longer maybe I would have started greeting others with “Grüß Sie Gott!”.
Because we are currently having a staff transition, we were three coworkers present instead of two which really made everything easier – and fun. Nevertheless just standing up, walking around all the time and having the responsibility for everything is surprisingly exhausting. I’m dead tired.
On Saturday, one of our local juniors agreed totake me on a short city tour which was a bit of a church rallye where I saw three churches in like one hour, two of them being amazingly beautiful, just what you think of when you think Catholic opulence. But my personal highlight was the stationery store she recommended. I was recently asked on a date if I was “one of these interior design girls”, a question which I, after some thinking, can answer with “yeah, kind of”. But I am at least equally much a “stationery girl”. Already during my teens, my stepdad would see a paper store and go, “Oh no, ein Papierkorb“. He knew that I (and my mom for that matter) would be gone for some good thirty minutes.
The two Munich stationery stores were fabulous. These kind of specialised stores do not even exist in Düsseldorf. A place where you can buy cards, pretty cards, for all occasions, a shop that offers sealing wax in all colors of the rainbow! I made quite an investment there.
The stationery shop even had postcards with bubble ball players. Very random.