Founded in Munich.
July 5, 2024.
Two cities. One mid-sized German metropolis. A statement that ruined my ability to be normal.
He flew in from Madrid. I came down from Saarbrücken. We met in Munich because — well, what's more romantic than a city famous for sausages and fermented hops?
And then, on July 5, 2024, somewhere between a beer garden and the rest of my life, he said it. The Big Sentence. The "I love you" sentence. Within walking distance of approximately 14,000 liters of lager.
July 5 is now permanently a holiday. Munich is permanently the favourite city. Pilsner Urquell is the official beverage. The man has a flair for the dramatic. I'm into it.




