Adrienne and I dragged us out of bed after the middle of the night packing that occurred during our sleep in day.
We headed into town to get breakfast (croissants), went to go into one of the large churches that was closed to construction (typical) and then took the bus to Hellbrunn Palace.
While waiting for our tour through the gardens, a condescending Chinese man studying economics at Cambridge wouldn't stop talking to us.
He corrected my use of a word (which I used correctly. I checked later thank you very much) and then kept telling us who the various statues were and acted surprised that I knew who Poseidon was. My minor in Classical Studies was not for nothing buddy.
It was infuriating.
An archbishop who ran the palace set up the gardens to trick people. It involved secret fountains spraying people all over the place. Seats at tables, antlers of animals, straight from the ground, water flying shocking distances. You were never safe!
When the Archbishop had dinner guests, they were not allowed to stand unless he was standing. His chair did not spray water, so he got to watch while they all got soaked but were not allowed to stand due to customs.
How dare she.
Some animals that were probably hunted by the archbishop.
They showed various Greek myths and also the artisans.
That is the scariest sunflower I have ever seen.
It's called the "Festival Hall" and was painted by Arsenio Mascagni.
There was chocolate everywhere. It was all over everything and there was nothing I could do about it because I didn't have any napkins. After I'd finally managed to clean myself up, since apparently I eat like a one year old child, Adrienne noticed I had chocolate on my butt. I have no idea how that happened. We then headed to Nonnberg Abbey and attempted to break our way into the courtyard where everyone hides in the Sound of Music. But that will be in the next blog.