More sibbling silliness
Jan. 23rd, 2010 11:26 amMore trip planning with my brothers, and I'm not sure how it started, but the theme is now mocking Munich. I think it's because B2 really wants to go to Berlin, so nixed the idea of Munich very early on. Anyway...
B1 writes:
One thing I know is that Vienna and Berlin do seem like fairly good options to fly in or out of whereas Prague is not so good (when I last checked a few weeks ago). So flying into Vienna and out of Berlin would be affordable (in ticket terms) and not too transfer laden. Flying from Prague to Canada is laced with more stopovers than a Tenis-Pourri* concert is with eyes-glazed-over-maniacal-grin-screaming-glowstick-waving-girls. There's nothing stopping us from doing Vienna, Prague and Berlin (before our six month stay in Munchen) but maybe sticking to two places is better.
B2 replies:
"before our six month stay in Munchen" I thought we were staying for eight months.
Me:
Like you'd have time to see everything in 8 months! *rolls eyes* If you're not planning on at least a year, don't even bother.
B1:
Yeah well obviously, the six month period is just on the tourist Visa, at which point we come back to Canada and apply for special permenant residency to Munchen (not Germany). Due to the 10 year backlog of requests, we might as well try and get it over with as soon as possible.
B2:
I heard on the news that a child in Thailand was born without bones and when his father took him to Munchen he grew bones.
Me:
Also, their schnitzels are ten times bigger and more delicious than anyplace else on Earth. Trufax.
B1:
Have you asked at least if you can have that week off? Or have you been signing ''Munchen, Munchen, My Heart yearns for thee! Munchen, Munchen, where the Sauerkraut is free'' all day long.
* "pourri" means "rotten" in French.
Yesterday I had a sucky 24-hour stomach bug, courtesy of my co-teacher, who had it earlier this week. I got to work, but spent half the day sleeping in the baby room (whenever the kids had playtime, or I had a break). Part of the reason I didn't come back home was that I was afraid I'd throw up somewhere along the way. I did throw up, but I had a toilet to do it in, at least. So that's twice within a month. Considering the last time was... God, I can't remember the last time before that I threw up. The only time I can remember would have been when I was living in my apartment in Hull, so 2004 or 2005, and I'd gotten really drunk and smoked some very potent weed the night before. ^_^;
B1 writes:
One thing I know is that Vienna and Berlin do seem like fairly good options to fly in or out of whereas Prague is not so good (when I last checked a few weeks ago). So flying into Vienna and out of Berlin would be affordable (in ticket terms) and not too transfer laden. Flying from Prague to Canada is laced with more stopovers than a Tenis-Pourri* concert is with eyes-glazed-over-maniacal-grin-screaming-glowstick-waving-girls. There's nothing stopping us from doing Vienna, Prague and Berlin (before our six month stay in Munchen) but maybe sticking to two places is better.
B2 replies:
"before our six month stay in Munchen" I thought we were staying for eight months.
Me:
Like you'd have time to see everything in 8 months! *rolls eyes* If you're not planning on at least a year, don't even bother.
B1:
Yeah well obviously, the six month period is just on the tourist Visa, at which point we come back to Canada and apply for special permenant residency to Munchen (not Germany). Due to the 10 year backlog of requests, we might as well try and get it over with as soon as possible.
B2:
I heard on the news that a child in Thailand was born without bones and when his father took him to Munchen he grew bones.
Me:
Also, their schnitzels are ten times bigger and more delicious than anyplace else on Earth. Trufax.
B1:
Have you asked at least if you can have that week off? Or have you been signing ''Munchen, Munchen, My Heart yearns for thee! Munchen, Munchen, where the Sauerkraut is free'' all day long.
* "pourri" means "rotten" in French.
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Yesterday I had a sucky 24-hour stomach bug, courtesy of my co-teacher, who had it earlier this week. I got to work, but spent half the day sleeping in the baby room (whenever the kids had playtime, or I had a break). Part of the reason I didn't come back home was that I was afraid I'd throw up somewhere along the way. I did throw up, but I had a toilet to do it in, at least. So that's twice within a month. Considering the last time was... God, I can't remember the last time before that I threw up. The only time I can remember would have been when I was living in my apartment in Hull, so 2004 or 2005, and I'd gotten really drunk and smoked some very potent weed the night before. ^_^;