Munich, I'm in love with you, but I think we should see other people

Okay then. I am in Munich. I have been here since the 10th of April. I will fly home from this fair city on April 22nd... what to tell... so, I after spending to much money on fleeting internet connections, going to a dodgy bar/casino/internet cafe down the road where earlier today I spied the man in front of me watching porn, I finally paid to have wireless in the lobby of the hostel (which I should have done initially, but it somehow didn't occur to me). Anywho, not important as far as the deets of this trip go, I miss my mama, etc keep emailing her, and am currently hogging the plug from the invisible people clamoring to use their laptops sans battery like myself.
So. I have time. Loads of it. What I am low on is creativity and skrilla. I have done an incredible amount of walking all over this place-- makes me pleased to be alive, let me tell you. Turn a corner, be astounded by incredible beauty I didn't know existed a moment before. Lovely.
When I am not walking I am getting fat off of bread and cheese and contemplating the meaning of life... I have done quite a bit of this in the last year. I think I have also become a quieter person/maybe a little more mellow as a result of my occassional self imposed solitude in Seattle/Istanbul/now Munich. But enough introspection... ha!
I have been successfully keeping a journal for the first time in my life, so I'll save the questions regarding personal growth/mistakes/lack of regrets/ever expanding waistline to that. what I will say-- the first day here there were two young guys from seattle in my hostel room. That was nice. I hung out with them a little, although once again realized I have no interest in clubbing, regardless of where I am on the planet. Also, one of the young men and I shared an acquantaince from Seattle, a fact that was supremely interesting to me, although he seemed unfazed by it. Must be a little more worldly than myself.
At the moment the only other people in my hostel room are two hungarians-- a young woman named angela and her manfriend whom she seems to be perpetually waiting for. When I wake up she's sitting, watching him as he sleeps. The day she sits in the room, going onto the balcony to smoke a ciggarette occasionally (this i witness as I pop in and out between jaunts). When he comes back it seems they watch tv and go to bed. I wonder what she's here for, but we don't speak the same language. I share my food with her in an attempt to be friendly, but Angela and her companion remain a mystery to me...
Speaking of food, the grocery stores reopened today, praise the lord! They closed, i think for the easter holiday and I had heard that they wouldn't reopen again tomorrow. the pickle juice that I spilled all over myself this morning as I ate breakfast outside of the store was the sweet stech of success. Breakfast was a cheese sandwich and pickles... mmm... the exchange rate is killing me, and having to feed myself-- and for some reason not willing to just go a little hungry :( was not pleasant.
So, this is loooong. I would like to share pictures with intersted parties upon my return. I probably should have written a little more about the city itself? Ummm...