Another Oktoberfest (or Wiesn as local people would say) behind us, and this year we didn’t miss it. Well, we didn’t join the official event in traditional clothes inside one of the huge tents, but we dived in the great atmosphere and we drank one litter of beer. We didn’t see the initial ceremony this year, because we weren’t in the mood to go to the town in a rainy weather, but we did spent some hours together with our colleagues drinking beer at Oktoberfest.
When one is desperate, they make weird decisions. Thanks to that I somehow came to this recipe. Suddenly, we had a lot of zucchini and after cooking zucchini sauce, pancakes and potatoes with zucchini, I had no idea what to do with the rest of it. I slightly modified the original pasta recipe: Ingredients (for four persons): 1/2 box Barilla Maccheroni pasta 4 PL Extra Virgin olive oil 3 cloves chopped garlic 1/2 large zucchini (sliced with peeler) 3 big tomatoes chopped to cubes salt, ground black pepper to taste full hand of chopped fresh basil leaves grated cheese on top Instructions: Cook pasta according to instructions on the box (you cannot really overcook this pasta, it became our favourite in Italy few years ago and since then we’ve used only this one).
Finally, we went on a tour we had already planned for early summer. Somehow, it always rained or we were not at home and so I could only study our route theoretically. But last week we had an ideal weather and so we set off on the trip in the morning. We parked next to the cable-car station just outside the village Osterhofen and then we hiked three hours and three quarters up the hill Wendelstein 1838 m (at least we thought so according to a tourist guide, in fact, we went up two and half hours).
Recently, we spent some time searching for a new apartment and beside this activity we discovered various places where we haven’t previously been. We were fascinated by one such a district town at very first visit and so we went there during one weekend again to get to know it a little bit more. We already get used to the plane everywhere in Munich (I don’t count those few artificial hills there) and we were very pleasantly surprised by the hilly terrain of the town.
Two years agoI would havethoughtofgraduationas somevery nicebutunrealisticdreamand a week ago I was sittingin a large hall, wearing a gown and waiting for my diploma.But let’s start from the beginning. We wentto the university in the morning. I couldpick up thegown after eight o’clock,then we scheduledbreakfastora short walk, and about ten, we wanted togointo the hall,so we would settle half an hourbefore a graduation. But we found out that there were about 400 studentsgraduating at once andtwice as many relativeseagerlywaiting for opening the door in to the hall.
With our last visitors, a new resident of our living room arrived. It’s a small tree or rather a bush called Azalea. I read that it’s the popular plant in gardens because it likes shady places, it’s able to survive down to -29 degrees and above all it makes all the dark corners beautiful. And when it blossomed, we understood. This plant is really charming.
Since urban tourism is quite difficult, and as we don’t want to destroy our visitors (we would like them to come again), we have always at hand some trip to nature. Neither last Saturday it was different and we went to our quite favourite place, on the hill Wallberg. Up and down we drove a cable-car, but then we hiked to the top of the peak (about half an hour). The chapel, which was reconstructed is already nice and finished.
We were already several times in the Olympia park, but we somehow never got to the highest hill there. To walk on its top is not really difficult, but either the weather didn’t work out for us, or we were already tired from walking through the town so we ended up just resting near the lake below. There is a nice paved walkway leading up to the top of the hill that is great view point as well.
Once again, we went to the town centre to show our weekend visitors (Andrej’s parents) how it looks like here and where we actually live. We travelled by all sorts of trains (S-Bahn and U-Bahn and tram), we walked through the shopping street and stores and we looked at the ringing tower of the new town hall at eleven. We overcame the altitude difference from a minus fourth floor of the underground to around 290m high tower in Olympia Park.
So we became the proud aunt and uncle not only of our beautiful niece Kika but also our newbornnephew Kubko.We would like to wish all the best to the happy parents. May all your days be happy and joyful. In this occasion I drew a little picture just for you.