, West Virginia
July 12, 2003
"Six blocks or more," we complained. "Your website says "near central station."
The girl at the desk gave us a map and circled a closer bahnhof on
Schwanthalerstrasse, and we were happy. I had looked at a map on the internet
and had seen this other station, but with a name like "Central" and words like "close to
central station," I had trusted the words, not the undetailed map. The weather was
beautiful, anyway, so it was only a problem when we checked in and out with luggage,
something we would do twice. Now the problem was resolved with the other station, and
we were happy.
This emotion increased when we saw our room, not posh, huge, or historically correct,
but exactly what a tourist in Europe might want. Furniture was semi-installed to match
built-in rich golden wood closets and floor-to-ceiling organizer shelving with safe.
Headboard and desk had good lighting, and twin futons were comfy. Everything was
clean, fresh, extra crisp and well-stocked. Our white tile Euro-style bath was only one
shower head short of "heavenly."
I opened sheers and found our patio, not balcony, but gigantic square stone floor
surrounded by concrete privacy walls. Across the street, I saw open windows, people
watering plants, and transom windows open for fresh air. Turning around, I noticed we
had them, too, and opened them while we went to Salzburg for the day. We had central
air, too, but it was only April 1st. I felt at home and can’t wait to return to what
seemed like my "flat," Bavarian style. This neighborhood was all I saw of Munich, the
city we flew to and from, but this hotel was perfect for exploring Bavaria.
A knock on the door produced a bottle of Riesling with ribbon. I think this was a peace
offering, as the U.S. had just entered Iraq. Now news mentions that French hotels are
"wooing Americans back with champagne and roses," but Germans did it first! A week
later, we returned. In the morning, the coffeepot we carry broke, so we went to the
diningroom to ask for a cup. Employees wouldn’t hear of our taking cups to our room;
they prepared a tray with lace doily, full pot, linen napkins, and treats. Extremely helpful,
too, was the concierge. There are sauna, whirlpool, and steam we didn’t use. This
"Category 1" Sheraton is all we’ll ever need in Munich!
From journal Chasing Ghosts into Austria