Another favorite re-post that followed last week’s post. This week we are in beautiful Bavaria.
|McDonald’s we visited in Munich|
Bavaria was more beautiful than I could have imagined. Breath-taking mountain views followed by sparkling lakes, all bigger and brighter than life. I thought I knew a lot about Germany after two years of high school German, but Bavaria surprised and delighted me. They have a history that is older than their centuries old palaces, and new as the McDonald’s we found in Munich. Where beer was served and hamburgers were (at the time) about five dollars each.
Each day we had a meeting with all of the campers. We sang together, and it was my first experience of a multilingual singing time. I remember feeling that our hearts were being knitted together into one heart of praise. It was amazing. The Bible study each morning was translated via headphones. Afternoons we could join in various activities. Several days we went sight seeing.
Munich was on our list. In addition to lunch at McDonald’s, we walked around downtown. There is nothing like visiting European cities to make you feel like a newcomer!
Much of Munich was damaged during World War II; they took 71 bombing hits over a six-year period. After the US occupation in 1945, Munich was carefully rebuilt on her pre-war street grid.
On the Marienplatz in downtown Munich, we stopped to gaze at The Rathaus (town hall) with the famous Glockenspiel, a clock with full-sized figures that displays two famous scenes from Munich’s history. It plays three times a day. The top half reenacts the marriage of Duke Wilhelm V, and the lower half is the dance of the coopers, which allegedly took place during 1517, a plague year in Munich. This is said to have affirmed their perseverance and support for the authority of the duke. We arrived just in time to watch and listen that day. Here‘s a YouTube video of the Glockenspiel. Turn your sound up!
|Rathaus and Glockenspiel|
|The Glockenspiel at the Rathaus|
We were a tired group when we arrived back at camp for supper; cold cuts with all kinds of delicious German breads for supper. In fact, everywhere we went in Europe, the bread was extraordinary; it was artisan bread, and you can’t make that in a factory.
Next post: Bad Tölz!
|Singing for the German campers. One of the tall Americans, I am in the middle in the back row, and Harry is on the right. With the bigode (mustache). I have to say, I wasn’t much help in singing Portuguese at that point, but it was fun.|
What part of the Glockenspiel did you like best?