in Munich

We just had our day off here and now its show time at the Cirkus Krone theatre. I negioated the German subway yesterday to try and find the nearby Bikram Yoga studio. With a lot of help from the locals, I found the studio. Unfortunately it was 6:05 and the doors were locked already. No matter, I was too tired to do a 90-minute hot yoga routine anyway and found the gang for dinner at the Spatenhaus across from the Opera house. After an ice cream desert I retired to my room to read my trashy novel set in Munich cira.1929. I thought maybe I’d pick up a little history by reading it. Today Quinn and I walked and walked and then walked some more. We explored the English Garden of which, at 900 acres, we saw only the southern corner. I needed to see the Japanese Tea House (where the murder takes place in my novel). The highlight watching the young men surf this stationary wave created from the rushing water coming out from under the bridge. They had maybe 60 feet across to do their maneuvers then turn around. It was like watching extreme sports. One wrong move and their heads would bash against the stone wall on either side of the river. Heading home we crossed a bridge and walked along the Isar River crossing back over the Maximillian Bridge back to our hotel.