Getting The Hell Out Of Dodge update: I love it when a plan comes together
So for those of you who've been watching this saga unfold: It's all coming together very nicely. (And once more, my most heartfelt thanks to all of you who've assisted for helping make this possible. I really couldn't have borne the Christmas holiday at home alone.)
I now have a flight Out Of Dodge. I have a place to stay in my getaway destination. (An aparthotel, with a free breakfast buffet in the mornings: fabulous.) And I have intermediate lodgings for the couple of days during which I'm making my way there.
(I'm not going to be overly revelatory about the details of where I'm staying, because [believe it or not] I also have stalkers [eyeroll]. And without the ever-vigilant presence of @petermorwood at my back, I prefer not to lay out more personal-location info, when I'm on the road, than necessary.)
So by about this time, seven days from now, I'll be in continental Europe on my way to Munich.
Meanwhile, the usual pre-trip junk is happening. Eyeing the local weather forecasts, trying to figure out what I need to pack (is it really going to stay this mild? What if it doesn't? How many layers will I need for [sort of] ten days...?), making sure time-sensitive household bills have been paid before I go, working out what buses I need to take to get to the airport on time, etc. etc.
But that's all regular, garden-variety logistics. More fun by far is sorting out online reminders for things I want to do for friends I'm going to be seeing while I'm away, and notes meant to make sure I do or see things that can only happen over there. For these I have IFTTT apps that will send me reminders when my phone needs to let me know that I'm physically near someplace where I need to shop for something, or stop in.
...For example: This is where you can buy some of the best smoked and air-dried bacon in Switzerland, if not THE best. This is tied for the best beer place in Munich, notwithstanding the presence of the Hofbräuhaus right across the road. Here's Peter's favorite cocktail bar, home of the Pusser's Painkiller. (But how much pain it actually kills is up for discussion, as the last time we took a business associate there, he didn't look all that great at our morning meeting the next day. That said, he had been trying to keep up with Peter...) Here's the place that has the booze-filled chocolate sticks that Peter's Mum doted on (and we didn't mind, either). Here's where you go for some of the best maultaschen in München. Here's James Joyce's exported Dublin local, where I want to get some photos of the painted tile. Here's the best small artisanal-food market in central Munich. ...And so forth.
There is not a single place on this list in which I won't be thinking of Peter when I set foot there. ...But the memories won't be painful. He loved being there. Christmas lunch/dinner in Munich, in particular, was memorable. I'll be in the same place (assuming it's still there), doing it again.
...It seems obvious to me that the best way I can thank the many people who've assisted in this getaway is to document it as thoroughly as possible: so I'm trying to figure out how best to handle the flood of images and videos that's going to ensue. (In particular, it's going to be Christmas Market time when I fetch up over there... so I'll be storing a lot of imagery of that for those interested.) I've got a few days yet to sort out the details on that, so I'll advise everybody when I get it figured out.
Again, to all of you: thank you! (For those who might still feel inclined to drop something into the pot so I can grab some more groceries or an extra glass of wine: the Ko-Fi is absolutely there for you. Jeez, don't think I'd try to talk you out of it! I'll be glad to drink your health, even if it's just in fabulous German coffee.)
Meanwhile: onward. (Argh, gotta do the laundry... as soon as I figure out what I'm bringing.)

















