We had lunch, which was only slightly marred by a grumpy waitress who was mildly pissed off by the tourist playing with the money and perhaps because she was working on the holiday, or whatever, because she flounced off before I’d finished paying, saying (Lisa translated) “Oh, I haven’t got time for this” as I was attempting to count out some change.
We had a stroll around the new and old parts of Bensheim and then up into vineyards and allotments. The Germans are fond of allotments outside of the city where they can come and spend the weekend or an evening camping out and gardening or sunbathing, it seems.
Back to Lisa’s apartment (in a very NICE area of town!) for more chat. We share our lives, Lisa and I, in the way that only two strangers passing each other like ships at night can do. We even mention the war – and not in Basil Fawlty type conversation either – we walked by the Jewish Memorial in town and that led to her remembering that her father (who was a soldier in Paris and who died when she was only 17yrs of age) and she had never really discussed this period of his life. She is very caring and sorts me out with a downloadable navigation system ‘specially for bicycles called Komoot then organises sample routes for me for the next three days (a tad optimistically as it turns out!).
I see from a facebook message from Seth, that Steve is now set up with a computer and may even be able to use messenger to get hold of me! Time will tell.
Supper by the light of the setting sun, some painting, some knitting: Life is good.