So here I am, telling you, kind reader, what you missed. First, some beer. Then some barbecue. A few visits, a monastery, sunburns, the end of my probation period, my daughters first day in the local Kindergarten, our almost new cat, a coward theft, our new cat, tons of sun and sweat. You see, nothing exiting at all.
But let's make it detailed. We had a few visits. My in-laws and my wife's sister came with my nephew and nice to visit. A nice visit to Garmisch-Partenkirchen for the family. Later one of my oldest friends - I'm speaking about how long I know him, -not- how old he is -Toby came to visit. He was travelling to see his half-brother in Austria and we had a nice evening together at Kloster Andechs. That is a very famous monastery just 10 miles away from here. They are famous for several things. First, it's old. You see buildings 600 years of age. And of course thousands of american tourists. They seem to be everywhere they can see things older than their own country. But this monastery is even more famous for its beer. It fantastic. One of the best. It is shipped around in whole Germany so I had a few of them when I was young. Now that I live close I can get it fresh from the brewery ;-)
And then they are famous for their bavarian food. You ought to get the very best pork knuckles there. In beer sauce, of course. And the pork belly is just awesome. Funny thing is, a week latewr I went there again. Four freinds from good old Paöatinate came to visit. Christina, the newly wed fled his little screming daughter to spend a weekend with just guys. So he took three of them and drove to me. On the first day of their stay we had a barbecue at my house. I bought a beed tenderloin. It was meat from heaven. That went along with a self cooling 15 liter ceg of Ayinger, a local Munich beer. Perfect day.
The next day we went to Andechs. We ate almost everything they offer, we had lot's of beer, we all bough stupid blue caps, we all got sunburned. I was the lucky one to only have the upper half of one ear burned for I sat with the back to the sun. The others that sat opposed to me got burned faces, my....
Of us five only one got really drunk. He almost managed to get us kicked out of the taxi five hundred meters after we started back home. Crazy guy, Holger...
Then, there is this other story. We live close to a farm. On that farm there's several cats. One of them got kittens and one of those kittens liked to walk into our garden. My dog Luke just fell in love with this eight weeks old fur ball. He immediately adopted the little tomcat. Angelina, my elder daughter, named it "Flucky" and it slept in my dogs basket. But we weren't prepared for kitten. So, the other day, when a bunch of children from the neighborhood came to fetch the cat we handed it over. The children said they discussed it with the owners of the farm. One day later we learned that was lie. They were explicitely not allowed to get the cat. But instead of bringing the cat back the children - and their parents - just locked it up for several days. We later heard the cat fled from their grounds and has since disappeared.
As Angelina was so depressed from this strange eposide we talked to the farmer. He promised us a cat from the next flock of kittens. It was luck that this was only days ago, as the farm has several cats. Now there it is: our newest family member, Caillou. He is a little red tomcat, named after one of Angelinas favorite TV shows. And to satisfy pouplar request of a single lady here's some pictures of him:
