Munich and the Rally Grounds

We took to Munich on a Saturday, going by train as we always did, and then by cab from the station to the Christmas Market. Once we got there, we saw our first look as to what a weekend at the Christmas Market was like. It was late morning, and we were already seeing the beginnings of the huge crowds we’d seen during various evenings. Still, the crowds were by no means daunting at this point, so we went about our business, exploring the various booths in the area.


Now, by this point I was seeing that most Christmas Markets had a lot of the same stuff. You would see a lot of similar ornaments at various booths, a lot of colourful blown glass, there were always booths selling winter clothes. That sort of thing. Munich was no different in this regard, but every city also had things that made its market unique. For example, Frankfurt and Nuremberg had different types of bratwurst, gluhwein tended to be different depending on where you went, and Nuremberg was the only place I recall seeing Baumkuchen.

There were a few things different in Munich. There were booths selling clothing we had yet to see elsewhere—one had some really cool hoodies—and paintings and some food we hadn’t seen so far. I was quite happy to find a booth selling dried fruit and picked myself up a bag of coconut and a bag of pineapple rings. They were quite tasty and would prove to come in handy later.


After we wandered for a bit, we decided it would be a good time to get lunch. We had a bit of a time trying to find a place, but eventually found this restaurant tucked away just off the Christmas Market. It had some of the best pasta I’ve ever tasted, which was vastly better than the thing I ended up eating later that day.


Food Item I Tried: Maroni. They’re something like roasted chestnuts and were present at every Christmas Market we went to. They were vile. Thank God I had purchased dried pineapple and coconut earlier. Bleh.

The crowds were really coming in at this point. As we went from stall to stall and shop to shop, it was less about looking and more about ducking away from incoming traffic. It had started to rain a bit as well.


We went into one shop, leaving my sister Victoria outside holding my mom’s near finished glass of gluhwein. After a few minutes, she followed us because a man thought she was homeless and tried to give her money before realizing there was an actual drink in her glass.

Eventually, the crowds and rain got to be a bit too much. We had seen most everything, so we decided it was time to head back.

We spent our last day in Nuremberg and decided to take in a darker piece of German history. You should all know exactly what part I mean. We spent the first half of the day checking out the Nazi Rally Grounds and the World War II museum located there.

The Rally Grounds from a viewing platform

The Rally Grounds from a viewing platform

Truthfully, this was a site that was probably more thrilling to Steph, who enjoys studying World War II and watching movies about that era. It was a self-guided audio tour, and a lot of the beginning dealt with various political struggles and reforms. I was left slightly interested, but mostly bored, at first, angry in the middle, and ready to go by the end. That’s just me though. This era is not one of my favourites for study.

A memorial dealing with how the railways were used to transport people to the concentration camps. If memory serves, each single name represents a few hundred lives lost.

A memorial dealing with how the railways were used to transport people to the concentration camps. If memory serves, each single name represents about six hundred lives lost.

Before returning for another tour of the Christmas Market, we decided to check out the castle that over looked it. This tour was also self-guided, but with more reading. We learned the some about the history of the castle and got a good look at the different types of weapons and armour used during the medieval era.


We also shouted a certain Monty Python quote from the castle wall. If you know Monty Python, you know the one.

The crowd, as seen from the castle exit.

The crowd at the Christmas Market, as seen from the castle exit.

We returned to the Market afterwards before retiring. The next day, we would move on to our next destination.

Next week: Rothenberg, and My Mom Tries to Set Me Up With an Executioner.

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