We had about two hours to venture the city after arrival and before the organized dinner. Erin and I wanted to really experience the city- while others wanted some German bier. Erin and I ventured and found some local art and watched a few street performers.

As we reconviened as a group I realized my roommate was nowhere to be found- Mary, who has absolutely no sense of direction, was lost in Munich alone. I ran back to Marienplatz- still no Mary. I ran a little down each of the connecting streets while checking back at the square at each intersection, and nothing. At this point I was starting to panic. Finally, as I enter the square for one final time- there is a tiny girl in a blue dress crying right in front of the fountain- she is here and alive.

After about fifteen minutes of fear and panic on both of our ends- I walked her to the restaurant where she was visibly shaken and upset as you might be able to tell in several of these photos- unless that is she let the bier drown her anger, fear and panic.