Sometime in the late 1970s, while studying geology at Northern Arizona University, I came across some photos of the Dolomite Mountains in Italy. To say they were spectacular in those few photos would not convey adequately the way they touched me deeply. I vowed to go there one day. Then a few months after I met Helen Thompson in 2005, she casually asked me if there was any place I had not yet been that I would like to one day go. The "wheels" in that imaginary slot machine spun around in my head for a few moments, bypassing Milford Sound in New Zealand, Perth, Australia, and the Karoo in South Africa, until it finally settled on... the Dolomites. So I blurted out to her. "The Dolomite Mountains in Italy!" She never forgot that and 18 years later she made that dream come true for me.
This will probably take a few posts to capture the length and breadth of our trip. It was amazing in every way, scenically, physically, geologically, culturally, and culinarily. I'll try to embed the flavor of each of these somehow in this and subsequent posts.
An image from Milner's book. Scenes like this inspired me to one day visit the Dolomites.
We arrived into Munich on time in the early afternoon, checked into our hotel and adjusted to the time zone by staying awake until it was bedtime in Munich. We were well situated to the city center and walked to the Marienplatz (translation: Mary's Plaza). The Old World style of building always fascinates us Americans. As does World War II history and Munich has much of that (although we did not partake of much of that - except a very interesting and highly reflective visit to Dachau, the first of the concentration camps).