We did one more overnight in Munich before flying back on Saturday. That last family dinner after a long week of cycling is something that I try to make special.

So, after looking at a bunch of menus online, I decided on an Argentinian steak place called El Gaucho. It is in the “old city” part of Munich, and I thought it would be great to see again Marienplatz and its charm.

Dinner was fantastic. On the way home, we took a few family photos. The bells in Marienplatz were ringing. It was very beautiful, almost magical.

The next morning, we packed up and got ready to leave. Mrs. T. and I leisurely walked arm-in-arm to the grocery store to pick up provisions for the long flight. It takes a little bit of time before you finally feel comfortable in a new country. But, it happened. I knew enough German to get by, and we knew how to navigate the grocery stores and cashier lines.

But, there was one more errand to run: Döner Kebap. I went online and found a highly-rated place nearby. I looked up the different versions they make and decided to go with one with homemade flatbread.

The owner deftly rolled out a pinch of dough and popped it in the oven. He added quite a few fresh vegetables and the rotisserie meat. I asked for it spicy.

Back at the hotel room, I ate the wrap quickly. A second breakfast. We’ve had some great meals on our trip. But, honestly, well-made food is sometimes the most humble in origins.

There, I thought, now I’m ready to head home.