Finally, 11 months after we first visited, we landed in Munich. Here are pictures of us looking bedraggled and jet lagged on our first night:

We’re on Marienplatz, where the world-famous glockenspiel is, about a 20 minute walk from our temporary apartment.
We’re getting spoiled with this apartment. It’s probably about 20 sq.M larger than what we will actually be able to afford. The location is amazing, too. It’s walkable to just about anything you’ve ever heard of in Munich, 1 block from a subway station, and quiet because it’s nestled in the middle of a block. Like, literally. We are surrounded by a ring of buildings and you have to walk through a little driveway archway to get to our building. 
And even though we’ve taken a bit of German, it quickly has become apparent just how little of a bit we know. Very rarely do people have formal exchanges with you, inquiring after your health and your place of origin. No, they want to know if you want to buy a bag for your groceries, if you want your receipt, and if you have a good reason for blocking the aisle. We didn’t learn that part yet. So we kind of make half-sensical gutteral noises and look sheepish. I’m starting some intensive language lessons on Monday.
Some very nice things about Germany, so far: Tiny refrigerators that look like cupboards, bottles of very good beer cost .79 euros for 1/2 liters, pretzels (oh my goodness, the pretzels), lieberkäse mit semmel, walking everywhere, watching ‘the simpsons’, dubbed.
As you can tell from that list, we haven’t gone too crazy yet with the ‘going out’ or ’seeing the sights.’ As many of you know, just before Christmas, S and I decided to get married. Before we left. So, instead of having 2 weeks to pack and get ready to move to another country, we had 1.5 weeks to organize and plan a wedding, and .5 weeks to pack and get ready to move to another country. Jet lag and wedding lag have meant a lot of sleeping. A lot. But, today I finally feel normalish. mostly.