Christopher Allen Wahlmünchner

Christopher Allen after 18 Years in Munich A Wahlmünchner is a person who is not from München but has chosen to call München home. Have I chosen that, or has it chosen me? No idea. It just happened. I’ve lived in Munich almost 18 years now and have rarely, if ever, written about the city–except […]

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Oktoberfest Wies’n Tips

I consider a Wies’n visit therapy for my intense fear of crowds. Yesterday, the first day of Oktoberfest, started with a beautifully blue Bavarian sky. The crowds came, and so did the sun. I almost started stripping out of my Tracht (traditional clothing) even before I was drunk. Though it was unusually warm, the day […]

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The Real and the Rare — The Phenomenon of the Equaintance

Breakfast in Berlin(Very important! If the bottom of this post is cut off, reload the page. This usually solves the problem. Sorry for the inconvenience. You’d think the adorable people at Blogger would fix this.) I’m a bit hungover. Yes, there was wine, but I’m really talking about the intoxicating events of the past weeks […]

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The Long Night of Museums

(Important! If this post is cut off at the bottom, reload the page. This usually solves the problem.) ___________________________ This is difficult, but I need to confess something to you. I hate museums. It’s not that I’m particularly uncultured–I’m so cultured I’m practically bacterial. Museums make my legs hurt. If it were possible to run […]

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How Can an Expat Go “Home”?

Marienplatz, MunichAn expat often hesitates when someone asks “Where’s home?” Gosh, I don’t know. Munich? London? Nashville? Earth? Radnor Lake, Nashville, TN Am I a Nashvillian because I was raised there and love Radnor Lake? Am I English because I spend half my time there and I have the blood of English ancestors muddling through […]

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My Favorite Starbucks, Ubud on Bali (Indonesia)

I’m a Starbucks-goer. I even collect the mugs. I am one of the millions of Americans who ENJOY the feeling of home that a Starbucks outside the US gives us. The US Starbucks have given up on “cozy” and crammed the space with as many wooden chairs and tables as possible. Those leather sofas and […]

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Christopher’s Christmas Carol (Part II)

I had moved to Germany just five months before my redhaired, demon colleague caused me to break my ankle. When I left America, I bore the mane of a rock star—think Whitesnake or David Lee Roth…or Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, post-suicide blonde wig. I was pretty, and I’m not going to apologize. So upon […]

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Christopher’s Christmas Carol (Part I)

“I’ll race ya to the U-Bahn!” a petite, carrot-top English teacher shouted and darted out of the teachers’ room at our language institute. It was an icy late-October in Munich, so I threw my scarf around my shoulders and pursued. She didn’t have a chance; after all, I had been on the track team for […]

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Oans, zwoa, gsuffa! Wiesn Tips!

Taking a break from my lover’s spat with London, I turn now to the real love of my life—Munich. It’s Oktoberfest in “the biggest village in the world,” so naturally there’s a bit more vomit on the sidewalks; but there are also considerably more Japanese men in Lederhos’n with impressively embarrassing Gamsbart sprouting from their […]

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