We made is safe to my mother’s house; I think the train ride was new for Dalila. That and I really wanted to introduce her to as many things and people in Germany as possible. There was a lot to take in and process. And it was fun. Like for example, I actually wanted her to eat a traditional dish called dead Grandmother - Tote Oma - which is blood sausage hash served with sauerkraut and potatoes.
We hated it as kids - hence the name - and I still do. But there was simply no time.
My Mother was expecting us and we had to be on time. Everything just a bit off the schedule would mess up her entire plan for us. And as much I like to mess with her, that was simply not the time to do it.
We settled in at a little bed and breakfast, just a couple minutes walk from my Mother’s house. It was kind of a tradition to stay at Pension Daisy. The owner named at after her first dog. For about 20 years we are using this little Pension for us and other family members. The rooms were a nice size, fitting besides 2 beds an additional couch and a table with chairs and our own bathroom.
At my mother's house we had dinner and yes, she brought out the photo albums with me as a baby.And me 16 years old as a Goth ... embarrassing - and so many phases and so so awkward. Before I showed Dalila many pictures but always just the ones I thought were cute, now she seen it all. But what can you do, I am sure I will do the same at some point.
Addition because many of you ask : we had no products for our hair then, so we used beer, honey or shaving cream. I used mostly shaving cream from my dad.You can imagine some summers were more complicated than others. Specially when you used honey !
Dinner and drinks at Mama's
Later we went back to our bed and breakfast, had some Prosecco in bed and just talked.
The next morning ,after breakfast,we visited a little town with a castle that was sadly closed for renovations but we had lunch and a nice hike around the lake.
It was so quite there, I can't remember the last time I walked around a lake and just listened to birds. Ducks splashing with water , enjoying this summer day as much as we did.
And the wind, you could hear the leaves rustle and smell the fresh cut grass. Bliss. Pure bliss. And there was my mother and there was my love with me. It can't get much better.
I know this tree for a long time, it was still growing and big and beautiful. Lightning truck it and it burned pretty much all of it.
We had to say goodbye already, it was way to short but we promised to come back the year after and stay longer. My mother just hoped in the train and came half way with us to Leipzig. Much fun, we crashed first class and when we got busted the train conductor spoke perfectly English and let us keep the seats.
Next stop is Leipzig, my home town. Hold on tight, you will see more Family, more friends and more fun.
Peace, love and resistance,