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Munich, Germany - February 10, 2010
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Dear Readers,
I'm again in transit, on my way out of Munich. Last night we played at the Gasteig, the Philharmonic hall where I made my German debut half my life ago. When I woke up this morning, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and traffic was inching along. A driver with glasses a college professor would wear was finishing up a giant chocolate bar as he paced stiffly outside his taxi. I'm used to Germany being cold, but I have rarely seen it decked in snow. It seems like every concert season, I hit consistent weather: one year I'll experience all the warm snaps in the countries I visit; another year it rains every week I travel; or some other year it's consistently unseasonably cold.
I think this year may be my snow year (that became apparent in Nashville, with three straight days of snow – unheard of in those parts). Of course, such a year can only last until spring, so perhaps that title is a bit ambitious. But I have never had a snow year before, so for at least another month, allow me the indulgence.
From the road,
Hilary
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