After scarfing down their ginormous pretzel, we strolled around for a while, popping in and out of kitschy tourist shops.
Eventually, the girls' incessant whining of, "We're thirsty!" got on my last nerve and I decided to let them have some water.
How giving of you.
Boy! Just because you have a massive super salty pretzel, is no reason to demand water!
I got them back though.
I accidentally bought "wasser mit gas" instead of "stille wasser".
Basically I bought them soda water.
Whoops! The natives are revolting!
Actually, they weren't that bad.... but they weren't happy!
Yeah, yeah. I got them regular water right away.
Call off the cops for child abuse.
Sheesh.
Sheesh.
By now it's time to get our car, retrieve our bags and head to the hotel.
Of course before we can do all that we have to get lost first.
This adds to the excitement and keeps things from being dull...
or enjoyable.
At the car rental place, I give my reservation info to the clerk.
I had done a lot of research on car rentals from Munich and had decided to have some fun.
For only a little bit more per day, I had reserved a convertible.
I could see it now.
Toodling through alpine villages with the top down and not a care in the world.
The clerk took one look at the four of us and...
"I don't want to tell you what to do... we have the car here... but...
Do you have any bags with you?
The trunk is very small and can only fit maybe one large bag.
My experience with people from America is usually they have a lot of bags."
Well, I had already thought of all that.
My plan was to have some discomfort for a bit until we got to the hotel,
then afterwards it'd be smooth sailing.
But...
Well...
The hotel
is about an hour and a half drive...
So that's
three hours of having the girls ride with suitcases piled on top of them...
I'm okay with that.
Fine. Fine!
Stop shaking your head in disgust at my poor parenting skills or lack thereof.
I love it. That's priceless.
I'll get a different car.
Happy now?
"I do have a very nice BMW 5 series car for only ten euros more per day."
Oh.
My credit card covers the insurance on rentals... but only up to a reasonable amount.
I think it's around $60,000 or thereabouts.
This car is worth more than that.
Ah, what the heck. I'm on vacation, right?
Right!
It wound up costing an extra 250 Euros or about $340 USD.
Hey, it's only a little more than the cleaning of your clothes.
It turned out to be so worth every penny.
The clerk explained to me that since he was alone, he couldn't leave his desk.
He gave us directions to the garage and sent us on our way.
After a couple of minor miscues, we find the car.
Oooohhhh... very purty.
I'll post a pic in a later chapter.
So we stuff all the suitcases in,
(as it turned out, we
still had to have one in the backseat between the girls)
pile in,
aaaaaaannnnnddd.....
nothing.
car won't start.
Push the start button. Nothing.
Car's in neutral? Check.
I start looking around for something obvious.
Like, "Hey dummy! Do this first!"
Nope. Can't find anything like that.
I pull out the owner's manual to try and figure it out.
Of course the manual's in german...
I'm just on the verge of telling everyone to sit tight while I go back to the rental office and ask how to start it,
when lo and behold, our rental clerk enters the garage.
"Hey! How do you start it?"
The clerk comes over, hops in the driver seat, pushes the button and...
VRRRROOOMMMMM!!!!!!
He didn't say that... it's the sound the car made as it started right up.
He looks at me and innocently asks, "Did you have your foot on the brake?"
Oh.
Duly chastened, we set out.
Okay, this car is
nice.
For those of you who own or have rented expensive vehicles you can skip the next little bit.
But for the rest of us....
The girls were very impressed with their own pull down console, personal climate controls and heated seats.
While I thought the in dash GPS was nice, I was amazed by the heads up display.
The speed, road restrictions, plus GPS directions looked like they were floating over the hood of the car.
When I got the car up to speed, which at one point on that first day was 170 KMH/105MPH, the car was perfectly smooth.
At that speed, with the cruise on, the car would slow itself down if I started catching up to traffic.
The steering wheel would give a warning vibration if it thought I was drifting out of my lane.
Speaking of which, the turn signals would turn themselves of after a lane change.
<sigh> Just gotta win the lottery and I can have one for my very own.
If anyone's interested, I did take a picture of the heads up display.
If you want to see it, let me know and I'll post it.
Okay, all the rich people can come back now!
After a couple of hours and one detour, we arrive at the small town of Wallgau.
Located at the foot of the alps, it's close to the picture postcard town of Mittenwald and the 1936 Winter Olympic city of Garmisch-Partenkirchen.
Wow, what a vacation --- just filled with memories at every turn.!!!! 
Our host greeted us warmly and showed us to our rooms.
We were very lucky this trip as our hosts at the smaller B&B type places were really, really friendly.
I'll post photos of the hotel in later chapters, but right now it's been a long day and we're beat.
There's no air conditioning in the room and it's a little warm, so I open the balcony door to let in some fresh alpine air.
We go to sleep dreaming of the next day's adventure while being serenaded by a couple of tom cats fighting outside our room.
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