We had high hopes for our holiday in our favorite corner of the world. Garmisch is a charming little town nestled in the Alps, and we make frequent pilgrimages there for the charm and the quiet. A person can really catch their breath in a place so beautiful and full of crisp mountain air. With all of the travel options within arms reach, we have been loyal to this particular spot. However, our city, she turned a cold, cold hand to us. Day two dawned with me unable to remove myself from the bathroom floor. One brot too many was my first thought, but 22 rounds and three days later, I am now pretty sure German sausages were not to blame. The boys watched a persistent cold rain fall out on the patio erasing the snow and their dreams of sledding and frolicking, so when we could no longer take the cabin fever, and I was finally able to upright myself, we cut our losses and headed home early. After throwing our bags into the back of the car, we headed back to Italy in search of reprieve from our vacation. But before leaving town, insult was added to injury when we skidded right into the back of some poor, unsuspecting, albeit gracious, German. Fortunately, his car was fine, ours now needs a new bumper. Sigh. There were moments, though, we do wish to remember. They all happened in the first day, but here they are. In retrospect, I'm thinking the Kriskindlmarkt in downtown Munich was almost worth it. Almost.
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