It SEEMED like a good idea

Yesterday I went to Freising ... about 40 minutes north by train. It's and old city, and has lots of Catholic history ... this is the Archdiocese of Munich-Freising. My first stop was the "Co-Cathedral", which unfortunately had great scaffolding set up around the High Altar, so I couldn't see much. As I was poking around in other areas I spotted, above a door into a small hallway, "OO". So I looked, and yes, it was ... for the unknowing "OO" is monastic jargon for a bathroom.

Freising also has the Diocesan Museum, which is promoted as the largest single collection of ecclesiastical art in Germany. It's lovely ... everything from ancient coins to vestments and vessels. The current temporary exhibit is of new Churches and renovations in the Archdiocese since 1997, with big pictures and models. VERY interesting. While I can appreciate it all, I can't say I like it all. I was there for a couple of hours.

After walking around the old city for a while, I stopped for lunch ... after all, it was my feeding time. Very nice, sitting outside on the platz. I had the basic roast pork (If you haven't gotten the idea, pork is very big in these parts.) and, of course, a beer. The ice cream came later as I made my way back to the train station.

Then last evening ...

Since the ticket/pass I had gotten for the train to Freising was good on all the city transport for the whole day, I thought I'd just ride the trams around town for a while. So, after Compline, I came over to the platz in front of the train station and got on the first tram that came by. It was really fun ... took me through a part of the city where I hadn't been, nor would I have reason to go. Then we got to the last stop indicated on my handy-dandy-pocket map, so I got off, crossed the street to the stop on the other side thinking I'd hop on the next tram back to the city center. There was a young woman who had gotten off the tram there, too, who asked me in German if I knew where we were ... but after seeing the look on my face, she switched to English (she is actually French). She was doing the same thing I was ... riding around the city for a while. When the next tram came by, it wasn't the number we were expecting, but we got on. It soon became apparent we were on a route different from the one shown on my afore mentioned handy-dandy-pocket map . Next thing we knew, the tram was pulling into the central tram station, and there's a man strongly directing my new companion and me to get off the tram. This was the end of the line ... really ... stopped for the night. She asked in her faltering German (which was better than mine) about how we were to get back to the main train station. The man directed us to the nearest bus stop with some directions ... so, we made our way out of the tram yard to the bus stop. As we walked and talked, we agreed that if you have to be lost, it's better to be lost WITH someone. Yes, this was evening ... but no, it wasn't dark yet ... so we had that in our favor. Anway ... we got on a buss which took us to the east side train station (we were clear on the other side of the river from the city center) where we got our train back to where we wanted to go. I was home and in bed by a little after 10.

Note to self ... check and double check the schedules before going out joy-riding in the evening... or anytime for that matter.

Now today, I'm off to Dachau, and then hopefully to hit the famous delicatessen/gourmet food store here in Munich when I get back later this afternoon.