Bernese...I want one

Ok, so I have to apolologize. On my last update I forgot about yesterday. On the 22nd, when we took the train from Interlaken to Zurich. We went stopped off at the citz of Bern. For those who don't know, its name means bear, its where Einstein was from and where the Bernese Mountain Dog got its name. The city was set on a small river and was verz clean. I was reminded a little of New Orleans however because the artisan district sits below water level, and apparently had to be evacuated a couple of years ago. We only spent long enough there to see some views of the bernese alps, pout at the fact we dont have a bernese puppz with us, look at the rosengarten on the far side of the citz, gaze down at some of the large brown bernese bears {bear bear}in the bear pit and ride the lift that took us up and down the steep inclines of the city.

Ok, so today.
We are now in the country of Deuscheland in the city of Munich. We took a morning train from Zurich that wrapped around the lake, and through a part of austria...which we did not have a pass for. It was ok though, it cost us 5 euro to make up for that mistake when it was have cost 15 each had we done it properly. The land that we road through reminded me of areas of wisconisn, with the rolling hills and small patches of old trees. It was the view of the snowcapped mountains, european homes and fields of chartreuse mustard that belied my perception. We are staying at a nice hostel called wombats and are sharing a room with 2 nice girls from the wisconsin dells. The city is busier than zurich, but cleaner than rome or even florence. We learned quickly that if the road seems as though you could never cross as a pedestrian that there is probably an escalator down to walk below the road...oops.
We walked around to get our bearings that afternoon, and we were very glad to find that food it germany, unlike switzerland is affordable. We ate our lunch in a cafe in the 5th floor of a department store, and Andie was taught by the nice waitress how to properly cut open german sausage. It was funny watching the woman take over, just like "mom". I finally got the meat that I needed. Mary and I split some pork broasted in dark beer with potatoes on the side. Yum. The pretzels here are delicious, but we decided the cappucino was a little let down after the rich 90 cent ones in italy. Oh well, beggars cant be choosers.
We have one more day as a 'break' before we meet Astrid for class, just a few blocks away. Updates will also be easier in munich than in switzerland, as they dont milk our wallets to make cheese and chocolate here.
Tschus.