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Things Happen, No?

Howdy. … Or something.

After having ticked off the survival of this year’s autumn exhaustion successfully (I needed an additional round of workout, though, it must be the age) I am somewhat lost for words … Oh, I know: I must have used them all up to write my uni homework, describing in too many words why person A needn’t pay the purchase price. Lucky bastard: most of us have to.

Not an easy task, studying at home: while I love being independent, I fear I spend too much time searching for information that should simply be available in bulk … On the other hand, when have you last attended a uni seminar wearing a roller in your hair? Exactly.

I must wonder whether I do this on purpose, just to relive the good olden times, when thinking about Kant made me ignore both friends and traffic signs: after having paid my bills and stuff, I turn around to see if anybody’s waiting for me to finish my electronic papirology (nope, dear hackers, I do not bank online) and see a nice lady so I smile in her direction and she smiles back. I take my papers and my wallet and leave, only to remember I am also carrying a handbag today. So I turn and smile apologetically at the nice lady, who looks a bit shattered. “One of those Saturdays” I admit, grip my bag and walk home to finish my seminar paper on not needing to pay. Damn.

Oh, and all the big plans for tomorrow! Polish the parquet and the wardrobe fronts, finally try sewing with my wonderful new sewing machine, finish the seminar paper and get to read a bit.

Very warm here. Like: almost T-shirt and sandals warm. When the nice DHL girl told me this morning they have switched to the Christmas season regime I couldn’t help but exclaim. “Already!?!?” She told me they do that on 1. November and I realized we have November now. So that’s where all the flowers have gone.

Ahhh, and the November sun! Just imagine being able to say that: November sun! It makes all the garish orange, pink and salmon houses in our little town shine sort of beautifoolishly. Not bad at all, I really have to take care not to go down a notch or two in my taste …

Just one more annual exhaustion to tick off and then it’s Christmas.


Cross-Country Cycling

This is going to be one of those days I am going to actively cherish the fact that the European Union with its lack of confining borders exists.

It’s Saturday, September has begun two days ago and we’re supposed to have 32 °C on this sunny day. Time to get out our steel horses and see what our friends Ze French are doing on such a nice day.

The trip to the Rheinstetten ferry is 16 km long and nice. On the ferry, there are many cyclists, bikers and trikers, must be because this bi-national region is so full of nice views and good cycling paths you cannot just ignore them on a nice day like this. 

Our first short stop is Neuburg in Rhineland-Palatinate, which is just across the Rhine, then Berg, where we watch buzzards, then Lauterbourg, which is already in France.

We stop in the centre to take some photos and then we ride on to Le Rhin, hoping to get a table in a restaurant there. We do, but not in the shady garden. It’s actually a funny restaurant: they offer frog legs, lobster, foie gras and whatnot and all of it in three languages, but most people eating there at this time of the day are cyclists, alone or in pairs. That’s right: people in padded cycling shorts and sweaty T-shirts eating lobsters before continuing their ride into the bright September sunshine.

We relax, seeing we are no different than the rest and we order a chèvre on salad and toast. It is way too hot for real food. Luckily, the salad is good, the way we like it.

Afterwards, we ride back to the ferry, joke with the friendly girl collecting the fee and ride back home.

5 and a half hours, 40 kilometres, 3 regions, 2 countries and 1 unbelievably lovely day. 2 B repeated.

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