Day 341: A nice Sunday
Trip Start Dec 14, 2011
86Trip End Aug 16, 2013
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Living in an unheated flat is actually kind of good for me, anyway. I wake up easier because I'm always a little cold, and I get up quicker because the temperature under my blankets doesn't sufficiently keep me in a half awake state. I stumbled into the kitchen hallway and found breakfast and coffee in progress. It was already after noon, but what else are Sundays for? We unhurriedly prepared to eat while sipping our coffees. I stayed mostly silent as the other two chatted; I seem to have a little more difficultly understanding people in German when their voices and speech patterns aren't familiar to me, and I've only been here for a week now
After getting properly stuffed with eggs and warm bread (AND some Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that I shared with my roomies, who had never tried them before), doing the dishes, and showering, it was already time for eating, round two. I had planned to meet Tabea and Rami for sushi, not realizing that I'd just have eaten breakfast less than an hour before. Well, luckily, taking the train and walking a bit on either side made me a lot later, so by the time that I showed up, I was still hungry enough for miso soup and avocado/cream cheese rolls. I had never been to this particular sushi restaurant, Ichi Ban on Rosenheimerstraße, but I had walked or ridden past it many a time. It was maybe not extraordinary, but the rolls and soup both tasted ultra fresh and it was bright and clean inside. I wish I had gone there (and explored more restaurants) while I was still a Haidhausen resident, but I still have friends in the area, and Munich isn't such a huge city, space-wise, that it's difficult to get anywhere in town. I arrived a little bit late to our lunch, so by the time I was eating, Rami and Tabea could only watch me quickly scarf my food. We paid and walked towards the center, passing over the bridge as the blood-red sunset was most dramatic. It seemed like everyone was out enjoying the evening, despite the cold. Rami disappeared into a bakery as Tabea and I continued walking towards Karlsplatz.I had been thinking about a museum today, but had pretty much missed the opportunity with all the eating, so I was tentatively planning on going to see Oh Boy with Tabea instead. I had never heard of it, but it at least fit with my self-imposed rule to not waste time going to the movies unless it was a film in German
So the film. I was pleasantly surprised, both because I liked it and hadn't heard anything about it beforehand, and also because I actually understood most of it, save for one part where a character is speaking quickly while telling someone else off. It was in black and white and was pretty to look at. The story was funny almost the whole way though, despite being pretty sad and desperate at almost all the same moments. As we watched the film, I noticed a lot of times where I wasn't laughing and everyone else was, even in moments that I was sure I understood the lines that were being delivered. Likewise, there were moments that I found much more funny than anyone else in the room. Well, that's just more room for me to grow while I'm here in Germany. I hope I can make some progress in understanding German humor, although I can keep the other appreciation that I've had as an American. Anyway, the ending was surprisingly touching - not what I expected from the beginning of the film and the brief, and I mean brief, synopsis of "it's about a boy who doesn't easily make up his mind" that Tabea gave me. I definitely felt an understanding of this main character. Not necessarily that I am currently living an unsatisfying life like he is, but that I was.
As we were walking to the nearest train station, Tabea said something about what a good Sunday evening we had today. And it was pretty wonderful. I continued thinking about it while I was walking home from the u-bahn, where everything was still and cold and beautiful. My wonderful neighborhood. My friends, all so amazing. My sometimes shockingly beautiful life. Mine. I can't get over it, still.