Munchin' in München

We got into Munich (or München as we should call it) at about 7 pm day before yesterday, which has given us enough time to formulate the firm opinion that this place is awesome. The cathedrals and miscellaneous old buildings are majestic and truly in-spire-ing, the city's bike path system is excellent (as it apparently is in the whole of Germany, making me mildly regretful of taking a train across the whole country), and there are plenty of great activities to do around the city. Like surfing. For those of you who are geography-challenged, go look up Munich on Google Maps, and then let me repeat that: surfing is big here. This is made possible by some concrete baffles on the bottom of a fast section of the Isar River, resulting in a never-ending perfect wave that brings lines of wetsuit-clad Bavarians to the sides of the river. The rest of the park around the river is a great hang-out spot as well, as it is replete with volleyball courts, slackliners, djembe drummers, and nude sunbathers. Another fantastic thing about this city is that it is the main urban center of Bavaria, which is home to Germany's traditionalists. Read: people walk around in Lederhosen.
Our base camp for exploring all this amazing is simply called "The Tent," which is, unsurprisingly, a giant tent that offers cheap accommodation inside and cheaper camping around it (guess which one we chose). If you ever go to Munich, I highly recommend staying here, as it costs one-third the price and has twice the character of a hostel. I know, because we spent our first night here in Munich City Hostel. This was the best hostel I've ever been in, but it still doesn't hold a candle to the hammocks, ping-pong tables, good music, tasty food, and fun of The Tent.
Okay, I'm having trouble writing this on account of the boisterous Spaniards surrounding me and yelling at the TV. Which brings me to another reason it's awesome to be here now: the UEFA Europe Football Championship. The quarterfinal rounds are in full swing, with the France-Spain match going on right now and  the politically-charged Germany-Greece match last night (politically-charged because Greece wanted revenge on Germany for their refusal to bail Greece out of their economic slump). We had every intention of going into a bar last night to fully experience Germany's passion for football, but we were foiled by Ben's need to get the money his mom wired him and Keegan getting another flat tire. So we experienced the game sitting on the sidewalk changing Keegan's tire with a chain tool, eating pita wraps, and listening to the yells of jubilation and/or indignation coming from the bar across the street. But we still got a little dose of the party spirit on our way back to The Tent, when college students and old ladies alike proclaimed Germany's dominance from their cars and scooters. But no worries, the energy from the Spanish faction of the tent's residents over tonight's game more than makes up for last night's mishaps.
So that brings us up to date. But tonight marks a turning point, for it is the last night that the three of us will spend together. In the morning Keegan and I are commencing our ride through the Austrian Alps to Venice, and Ben is remaining in Munich in hopes of working through the American consulate's inefficiency and getting his passport replaced. Now I want to concentrate on the second half of the game, so no pictures for you. Go Spain!