Driving and navigating roads within the marked unknown brings a sense of heightened awareness to mind. It's not that we have been lost, necessarily, we have simply missed our mark on several occasions. It has been fun, laughable, stressful and arguable as to what street (that is not clearly marked) we should turn. So, today, on our way into Fussen, we went a bit too far, went through a mountain and ended up in Austria. We didn't stay long; we were off 'the map' and turned around, back into Germany.
Present Occupation:
A wooden deck, comfy chair, cold beer,lake view, cool breeze and Alps straight ahead. It is shameful we are leaving this picturesque postcard early tomorrow morning. We are in an apartment with two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and DECK with an uncompromising view of tree lined hills, pristine lake and Alps in the surround. Lovely, peaceful, simple.
Finishing off this compliment; discussion, historical perspective, food, writing, and connection to something that surpasses the smallness of my world.
Tomorrow we will make all attempt to visit Dachau - a Nazi Concentration Camp. This will be our lasting attraction before reaching Erin's home. I somber closing to a magnificent journey.
The chirp of the birds in conjunction with the gale of warm wind divert my eyes from screen to lake. Etching the sole perfectness within my cognitive layout. When I am old and gray and my days are unremarkable, I shall visit this place. Familial conversation will transpire around me, but my gaze will be fixed and my mind will bring me back to here....this place. A cow moos to make it's presence known - to make certain it does not exist without my notice. Perhaps 40 years from now, the sound of a cow will elicit a responsive gesture...a remembrance of Fussen.
Thanks for listening.
1 comment:
fabulous.
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