july 23rd
i guess you could say that today was the first time it rained the whole day. no matter, however -- it was still fruitful and relaxing. not having much to do around flintsbach (tennis and hawaiisee, i mean), we decided to take the train to rosenheim (the closest 'city' north between us and munich). bruce had a few tasks in mind while there, so before leaving flintsbach, he took the last 10 minutes or so to frantically search the net for addresses and hours of operation. we got to rosenheim around 10:30 and went directly to our first destination -- the equivalent of a german DMV. since living in freiburg, bruce has always thought that german license plates make the best souvenirs, and one 
time while there, had actually walked into a repository and asks the confused guy behind the counter if he could have some, to which he apathetically agreed. the rosenheim place, however, wasn't as simple; walking in, there were all these germans getting decals, plates, licenses, everything. bruce asked one worker, who led us to another, whom he asked, who led us to the big boss, whom, after waiting 15 minutes or so, bruce finally got a chance to ask, and who agreed to let us have a few plates. success! we left the DMV, prizes in hand, and made our way to the city center. with luck on our side, we decided to try and find matrix two -- the (somewhat bad) movie that bruce saw so many times in german while studying in freiburg. after no more than 3 minutes of looking around rosenheim's karlstadt, we found it for cheap -- something we couldn't even find in munich. on clould nine now, we continued through the city, stopping for lunch at one of the better döner places we've encountered thus far. sitting in the city center eating our döners, benjamin sees christine walking by (she works in rosenheim), so we got to say a quick hello. her lunch break was almost up, so she went back to work and we both sat down outside at a cafe and ordered a couple beers. a 14-year-old singer whom bruce had met the night before came by and waved, so we invited her to sit with us before she left with the train. her name's suzanne, and she opted for english at t
he table so that she could practice (which was fine by us). after she left for her train, the rains came back harder (they had taken a break while we were sitting outside), so we made our way back to the train station stopping to accomplish the final task -- getting a set of playing cards (they're a little different, by the way). still raining when we got back to flintsbach, all that was left to do was to get dinner, so we manned-up and rode our bikes through the rain to brannenburg for our penultimate meal with giuseppe. somewhat strangely, he sat us directly next to another couple (even with tons of free tables all over the place), but after winking at bruce while walking away, he figured out what the owner was up to -- sitting next to us were the first people we met this entire trip who were native english speakers. and not only that, they were southerners (from louisiana), and christians! the husband is leaving tomorrow for home, but the wife asked us about church this sunday, so we might see her in oberaudorf -- maybe even for jumpstart. after getting back to our room, we played some cribbage, watched a little tv and wrote the blog. it's supposed to rain tomorrow, too, and we don't know of any more rosenheims around here -- which, ironically, might make for a dry blog post tomorrow.
time while there, had actually walked into a repository and asks the confused guy behind the counter if he could have some, to which he apathetically agreed. the rosenheim place, however, wasn't as simple; walking in, there were all these germans getting decals, plates, licenses, everything. bruce asked one worker, who led us to another, whom he asked, who led us to the big boss, whom, after waiting 15 minutes or so, bruce finally got a chance to ask, and who agreed to let us have a few plates. success! we left the DMV, prizes in hand, and made our way to the city center. with luck on our side, we decided to try and find matrix two -- the (somewhat bad) movie that bruce saw so many times in german while studying in freiburg. after no more than 3 minutes of looking around rosenheim's karlstadt, we found it for cheap -- something we couldn't even find in munich. on clould nine now, we continued through the city, stopping for lunch at one of the better döner places we've encountered thus far. sitting in the city center eating our döners, benjamin sees christine walking by (she works in rosenheim), so we got to say a quick hello. her lunch break was almost up, so she went back to work and we both sat down outside at a cafe and ordered a couple beers. a 14-year-old singer whom bruce had met the night before came by and waved, so we invited her to sit with us before she left with the train. her name's suzanne, and she opted for english at t
he table so that she could practice (which was fine by us). after she left for her train, the rains came back harder (they had taken a break while we were sitting outside), so we made our way back to the train station stopping to accomplish the final task -- getting a set of playing cards (they're a little different, by the way). still raining when we got back to flintsbach, all that was left to do was to get dinner, so we manned-up and rode our bikes through the rain to brannenburg for our penultimate meal with giuseppe. somewhat strangely, he sat us directly next to another couple (even with tons of free tables all over the place), but after winking at bruce while walking away, he figured out what the owner was up to -- sitting next to us were the first people we met this entire trip who were native english speakers. and not only that, they were southerners (from louisiana), and christians! the husband is leaving tomorrow for home, but the wife asked us about church this sunday, so we might see her in oberaudorf -- maybe even for jumpstart. after getting back to our room, we played some cribbage, watched a little tv and wrote the blog. it's supposed to rain tomorrow, too, and we don't know of any more rosenheims around here -- which, ironically, might make for a dry blog post tomorrow.
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