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We made it home! The flight was a reminder that the flight home sucks. Massively. I have been on this flight about 6 times so far and everytime about half way through I realize it's just about the worst 24 hours EVER. Being home is a reminder that it's nice at home! Most importantly, I get to eat bread. Proper bread. Solid bread with a giant crust. I miss bread so much I dream about it all the time in Melbourne- I have eaten about 5 loaves since we landed.

I also get to go out in the cold and wear something cute and underneath I wear a pair of hideous, giant bicycle shorts. Invisible to all. Just like the olden days! Meeting my niece is just as magical as going to the christmas markets. Looking after babies in winter is a bit of a challenge - Leni gets blow-dried almost every day while she gets changed to keep her warm- a funny sight. There are also homemade Plätzchen (christmas cookies). When I look outside the window there are giant mountains. Look closely below you'll be able to spot them!

I can't believe that 45 people are following my blog - and many more read it on their google readers! It's a little scary - musn't bore you all! To that end, Mr Melbournevintage went out in town last night with an old friend and they ended up in a lesbian-only bar called 'Inge's Karotte' (Inge's carrot). THAT'S not boring!!! Munich has a really vibrant gay scene and there is even an entirely pink gay christmas market. Which is pretty awesome. I have a picture I will post below.

I hope your pre-christmas preparations are going well!  xx

bread

cycle pants

Plaetzchen

Niece!

Niece familiarising herself with her auntie's quilt!

Christmas markets

GAY christmas market.

Mountain view from my balcony

Marienplatz in Munich