So far I have hit up the organic juice bar, the coffee stand and I am debating whether or not I could possibly spend 5 hours in the Munich airport without having some sort of German pretzel or meat product.I wish I had my camera because the men here know how to dress and the ladies are rocking some serious suede boots. Even the kids are cute. (ok, one of them just sneezed on me. minus 100 cute points, kid) Either way I am heading back to Florence feeling resettled and reminded of bloody amazing the people closest to me are.
wiener schnitzel covered kisses,
me
1 comment:
You should never be in Germany without eating a pretzel.
Fact.
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