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We arrive at Frankfurt Airport at 5.20 in the morning. Temperature is 5° C
and there is an icy cold wind outside. I rest up in the Business Class lounge,
then onto the Departure Gate for the flight to Basel, where I buy some perfume
for Wivica and cognac for myself.
Just a tiny step can be an act of goodness. The moral of this story ? Think about the other person, rather than about yourself ! Next time you fly watch the person who is doing the safety routine pantomime. This tiny gesture of unselfish goodwill on your part will make her (or him) feel good about what she (he) is doing !
Tiny snow flakes are drifting through the air as we land at Basel Airport.
Wivica welcomes me outside the Swiss exit (as I had remembered I should take).
However her car is on the French side, so we have to go through customs again
anyway, just like the time last year.
In the evening we go to Der Bürgerstüble for dinner. It is my
favourite restaurant in Sankt Peter. They have an "Indian month" on at
the moment, but I stick to their German fare and a long anticipated ice cream
with egg liqueur as desert. Delicious. I am very tired by now and am fast
asleep as soon as I hit the pillow back home.
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I wake up early in the morning. The sun shines, but outside is still very cold,
with ice patches on the terraces. I have a restful day as I feel the effect of
the journey. Wivica and I talk a lot and I go through some of the family photos
she has. Lots to photograph for my Blog. Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Topics - Jazclass Links Friday April 18, 2008 (diary)
Today we go into Freiburg to buy a few things, like long johns for me. Back home
I read some poems by my parents written many years ago. My father's are light
and humouristic about the various staff from Martinshof (for a Christmas party) and about some of his
friends. It was a very difficult time for her as a lone German amongst the Dutch, many with a deep hatred for Germans at the time. These poems reconfirm to me that the deeper introvert, self-reflective side of us clearly comes from my mother's genes, which she in turn received from her own mother (our German grandmother), who unfortunately died very young so we never knew her. We have bought some food and wine today and dine in. I am
once again very early in bed.
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After two sunny days I wake up to a dark overcast morning. During the day it
gradually lightens up with the odd ray of sunshine breaking through the dense
cloud cover. I read in my Lonely Planet Guide that the Romantic Rhine (between Koblenz and Bingen) is definitely worth a visit. I have one week between my Ahr visit (April 20-27) and my Mosel (May 2-9) one which I could use to visit there. The area is close to the other two which would work out fine. I have contacted a nice Hotel in Boppard, Hotel Günther, right on the Rhine river front and hope to get a reservation there for the week.
We have dinner in the Italian Restaurant in the center of St.Peter. Very good indeed. I have an entree of grilled escargots (snails) in a delicious souce. Spagetti Bol after with the spagetti exactly doen "al dente". No wonder, as the chef is indeed Italian himself. Wivica has a Tuna Pizza with light crispy crust. Most Recent - Next - Previous - Top - Page 1 - Photos - Index - Topics - Jazclass Links Sunday April 20, 2008 (diary) Hotel Günther in Boppard has only rooms without a view available, so I contact RheinHotel Rebstock (also in Boppard) instead and book a room with view there. It is the first choice in the Lonely Planet Guide anyway. Price per night only € 31 per night including breakfast.
After a few beers outside on the terrace I go in for dinner (included in the price). It is a most memorable one. A consomme so clear you could still have seen the bottom of my cup if it was 100 meters deep. Then a grilled fish, frankly probably the best I ever had. It is called a "Pangasius" (?) or something like that. truly delicious. Desert is ice cream and the staff is happy enough to oblige me with some egg liqueur over it.
Back in my room I am exhausted, still very tired from the flight, jet leg and
today's drive. I pick up my emails and a familiar and dear stone gently drops into my emotional pond (it is "She" again). The ripples spread. What will the future bring ? Let me be quiet, listen and contemplate.
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