THREE WEEKS!

Mark and I have been in Munich for three weeks now and it has been pimping itself out like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. But rather than spreading its wares in an elevator, it has been wooing us with incredible weather.

So far we’ve only had one or two cold days and only a handful of overcast ones, while the rest have been magical. Last weekend we even managed to get a couple of 18-degree days. Honestly Munich, you had us at gorgeous buildings there is no need for this type of foreplay.

Although I’m beginning to suspect that maybe it’s just the German sense of humour and when we least expect it – like when we’re all skipping down the street in our bikinis – the sky will tear up with laughter and then drop several tonnes of snow on us. Who knows?

What can be said for certain is that winter is inching closer. Most of the trees that were colourful when we first arrived have now lost all of their leaves, a massive outdoor ice-skating rink is being built at Karlsplatz and the locals keep reminding us that the weather we’ve been having isn’t normal with the sort of kind-hearted intensity that hints at the end of days. I’m looking for an excuse to get a pair of snow boots anyway so BRING IT ON, I say.

Strolling around in the warmth aside, among our most recent accomplishments we can list: 

Cooking dinner at home, 

Discovering a cheap and delicious Vietnamese restaurant 

and starting Shaolin Kung Fu. 

Here we are just moments before our first class. It was so fantastic that for the next couple of days Mark and I hobbled around like 90-year-olds, every now and again pausing to reflect how good it is to feel every muscle in your body ache, before asking each other for assistance to put our underwear on. Too much information? Sorry but you needed to know that the pain was real.