On the way back from Verona we stopped for 2 days for a quick visit in Merano. The landscape around is beautiful and the city used to be pretty famous back in the 70s/80s, due to a relatively modest micro climate in the valley and it’s thermal waters. You can still tell from many picturesque buildings and hotels but unfortunately, the city has put on some patina since then (just trying to say it in a polite way).
One of the advantage of living in Munich is that it doesn’t take us long to drive to Italy so we occationally do it over long weekends. In German there is even a saying that, Munich is the Northern most part of Italy and Milan is the Southern most part of Germany, meaning that Munich or Bavaria has quite a strong connection to Italy, and the other way around.
We love coming down for skiing in the winter and for some city trips during summer time because the weather is always nicer and the foods are always better in the South ;-).
Moving is tough. Unpacking is even tougher. We kind of needed a break so two weeks after we moved to Munich, we sneaked out for a week of skiing in South Tirol, Italy ;-).
This trip definitely marked our beginning and we weren’t even planning for it. It was a difficult (and very confusing) time for both of us…
I was supposed to go on another vacation with someone else and J was going on this trip alone. I hesitated when he asked me to join him, and I said no. That night I couldn’t sleep. I kept asking myself why I was still being where I was when my heart wanted to be somewhere else. The next day, I packed my suitcase, hopped on the next train and followed him. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made and I’ve never looked back since.
It was also the first time we spent that much time together. Before that, there were a few dinners and some occasional coffee breaks but nothing longer than a couple hours at once. Surprisingly, things went so smoothly on this trip that we didn’t even notice time fly. There was not a single awkward moment where we had to ask ourselves what we’d been thinking. One evening at dinner on the water front in Garda Lake, we were “forced” to talk about what we could/should/must do and the thought of going back to the lives we’d had brought tears to our eyes (funnily enough, “my heart will go on” was played twice that evening, so cheesy..) . We knew right then and there that we belonged together. The rest is history.
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