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This morning, I braved the roads of Munich for the first time. My host family scheduled me a driving lesson which I am extremely grateful for, especially in relation to one special word: Autobahn. While the advised speed limit is 130 kilometers per hour (81 mph), drivers have been known to reach speeds as high as 322 km/h, or 200 mph.

I’m off to a good start, impressing my driving instructor with my parallel parking abilities and managing to heed each new driving regulation with success. I’m feeling confident, until my instructor utters the word “Autobahn.”

“It’s time to try the autobahn,” he says with a slight smirk. I look over, managing an apprehensive smile in return. Okay, I can do this.

The Autobahn - Munich

And I do, with flying colors actually. I think the idea of the autobahn is scarier than it is in reality. Many drivers are going at reasonable speeds, with only a few maniacs flying past us here and there. One key thing to remember on the autobahn is to check the mirrors, then physically turn to look, then recheck, before changing lanes. Many cars may come shooting out of nowhere at high speeds much too fast to brake in time if another car cuts in front. For now, I plan on driving in the slow lane and staying put.

Following my driving lesson, Claudia, Sven and I make our way to the kids’ preschool for their final performance/party before the summer holiday. Jolina, who is almost five, performs with her classmates – they are all dressed up as various safari animals – dancing and singing for their parents. Their program commences and its time for a potluck lunch.

Luckily, today is the first summer day we’ve had in a while. The past few days, Munich has been dim and gloomy, rain occupying most of the day, partnered with grey clouds looming above. But today, the sun is shining and the air is warm. I decide to take the kids to the neighborhood park for the afternoon. Jolina and I go down the slide and around to the top again enough to make me dizzy. Tristan mostly watches, giggling at Jolina and I as we run past. We all soon tire and head home. Sven arrives home from work minutes later, so we are off to dinner by bike.

The sun is setting in the distance, casting a stunning array of golden yellows and light pinks above us. We are in good company on our journey, as the street is overrun with other bikers and pedestrians enjoying the brilliant evening. We arrive at Riva, an Italian Restaurant nearby our neighborhood, where we eat on the outdoor patio and relax. An excellent conclusion to a lovely day.

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