Melodrama and Motherhood in Munich #BlogchatterA2Z

This post has been written for the theme “26 Places, 26 Memories” for the #AtoZChallenge.

M FOR MUNICH:

Munich, the capital of Bavaria in Germany is best known for its annual beer festival, the Oktoberfest. It also has gorgeous historic monuments, a beautiful central square called Marienplatz, and plenty of famous beer halls.

I visited Munich with my parents, brother and husband in June 2015, during a month-long European vacation. Of the four countries and multiple cities we visited, here’s why Munich really stands out.

MELODRAMA AND MOTHERHOOD IN MUNICH:

Munich was the second last place on our itinerary. Despite being quite tired, we were excited to explore the beer halls here. On the first night, we all enjoyed the local beer, but my brother was ahead of us by a couple of drinks.

My parents retired to the apartment we’d booked, but the younger lot wanted to explore Munich’s night life. We hailed a cab and asked to be taken to a good nightclub. At that hour, Milk Bar or Milch Und Bar was the most happening place. The 90s music, affordable drinks and fun vibe, was just what we were looking for.

Close to 3:00 a.m., my husband and I decided to call it a night. We were both quite exhausted. However, my brother was chatting up a pretty girl, and refused to leave. Worried that he was too drunk, I pleaded with him to return home. We got into a terrible sibling spat outside the club. When I yelled at him and slapped him, in front of everyone, he was understandably upset and ran off into the night.

I attempted to run after him, but lost him quite soon. My husband and I searched the city for him in a cab, but returned home empty-handed. My worried parents tried to keep their cool on hearing the news, and hoped he would return home safe and sound; which thankfully, he did.

The next day, concerned about my delayed monthly cycle, my husband urged me to take a pregnancy test. Quite to my surprise, the result was positive. We clung to each other with happiness. The pregnancy wasn’t planned, though as recounted earlier, we were both mentally ready for parenthood.

Till the night before taking the test, I’d treated my younger brother as my child. He’d been my charge since a young age. I considered myself his protector when he was bullied at school, suffered his first heartbreak, was ragged at university and thereafter. We’d both been emotional crutches for each other at various occasions but as the older one, I’d felt responsible for his well-being. In Munich, I finally realised that he could take care of himself. All maternal feelings were transferred to the seed inside my body. The incidents of the nightclub and pregnancy test were unrelated, but they collectively resulted in a paradigm shift for me. Now that I treat my brother as my equal, he’s become my best friend. Also, my nightclub visiting days are officially over 😉

Come back tomorrow for the letter N and another story!

Happy with our big news in Munich, June 2015

Visiting Munich’s beer halls, June 2015

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