I shyly handed the man 5 euro and muttered out an exhausted "danke schön" as he handed me a bag of edelkirschen: extra-firsch, which I understood to be fresh cherries. After a long (and unusually warm) day in Dachau, I convinced myself not to miss out on a quick solo walking tour through the town center, Marienplatz, knowing I may never make it back to Munich. The fresh cherries, ice cream, street artists, and architecture kept me energized until I was able to find rest in one of the beautiful catherdrals that was tucked away between the Town Hall and the ever-crowded Glockenspiel.
