| View from our balcony on that last morning |
We left Bizau on Wednesday, 9 September after breakfast, stopping in Bezau to buy edible souvenirs for ourselves and our loved ones at home (mainly cheese from the local farmers) before O.K. drove us to Ludwigsburg. The roads were busy, and it took us 5 hours to get there.
After I unpacked and started the washing machine we had a quick coffee and I went to the ALDI around the corner to get a few things for tomorrow's breakfast. At 6:30 pm, we met my Mum and my sister at the nearby Italian restaurant for our "welcome back" meal.
We had the rest of the week off and were only to start work again the following Monday, and so on Thursday (10 September) my husband and I strolled into town for an errand or two and later took a local train into Stuttgart to visit one of our favourite shops where we had a late lunch at their café.
Back home after a rest, we went out again for a sunset walk around the fields.
O.K. drove home at noon on Friday (11 September) to give himself enough time to sort out his things after our holiday and get ready for the return to work.
I caught up with a few jobs at home, and early evening was picked up by a friend for the short drive to Markgröningen (a small town 8 km away) where we were meeting a couple of friends for a meal at an Indian restaurant. The food was delicious and the four of us had a good time.
I made Saturday (12 September) a quiet day with a brief trip into town in the morning for some things and then generally taking it easy.
| Afternoon sun filtering through the blinds while I was reading in my favourite armchair and snacking on an apple. |
In the evening, as part of my "homecoming", I walked to Benningen.
Sunday (13 September) was Open Heritage Day ("Tag des offenen Denkmals") with many places open that usually aren't accessible to the public, some of them offering guided tours or simply allowing visitors a glimpse behind the scenes.
My Mum, my sister and I visited Kornwestheim, the small town right next to Ludwigsburg. There, a museum we have enjoyed before was showing an exhibition about how the perception of town & country changed within a few decades starting with the turn of the 19th to the 20th century, through the 1920s, 30s, and after WWII.
To exemplify this, areas in our federal state were looked at, such as the Black Forest, the city of Heidelberg, Lake Constance, and our hometown.
| My Mum posing at a photo stop in the museum prepared for Instagram users |
| Playing a game with my Mum, another of the interactive offers at the exhibition |
| Playing a game of memory (not successfully, I must admit) |
| Tourist poster from the 1950s advertising my home state of Baden-Württemberg |
We found the exhibition very well presented, informative and entertaining.
Next, we walked the short distance to what used to be the town's library (it was moved to a new building some years ago) and is now a storage for all sorts of objects from the town's past, ranging from kitchen items we well remember from our childhood and youth to industrial machines, musical instruments, advertising boards and many more.
We could have spent HOURS in there but by now were quite ready for a break. My sister drove us the farm café just outside Ludwigsburg where we sat at a table in the garden and had HUGE pieces of delicious cake with our coffees.
A beautiful day and nice end of my last proper holiday for this year.
Edible Souvenirs ! I bought Dutch chocolate. Easter 1966. I liked the wrappers.
ReplyDeleteA Welcome Back Meal should be Italian. Ravioli ! Garlic frying in olive oil ! Chianti !
I'd like to see that Stuttgart cafe. Markgroningen. A new name. A YouTube visit.
*And the end of all our exploring ... * Like Eliot you see your home for the first time.
TS Eliot. Benningen's like that for you. Kornwestheim, another new name.
Cake. A girlfriend would look at me with a basilisk glare. I could eat what I liked.
Jane's diet. I have my mother's metabolism. Like my five siblings. Two deceased.
Niall Williams. I have *This Is Happiness*. Paperback covers has a hare in the wild.
The title reminds me of the Sinatra number *Put Your Dreams Away*.
In the falling notes he sings that phrase, *This is happiness, darling.* Beautiful.
We almost feel like family at the Italian restaurant; we have known the lady of the house for decades and often bump into friends there. It's nearly always pizza for me when we eat there.
DeleteThe Niall Williams paperback is one of the most moving and best-written books I have read so far this year. My book-swapping friend A lent it to me. Somehow it is a quiet book even though very dramatic things happen in it.
Quiet dramatic story. Chekhov. My favourite translated writer. Doctor & atheist.
DeleteI go to London Monday. Staying with sister in Putney, see brother in West Croydon.
Hope to see The Cherry Orchard w/ Kristin Scott Thomas. In Harold Pinter Theatre.
Italian restaurant too. London has so many. Cruise old bookshops Charing Cross.
Have a good journey and great time in London, Jack!
DeleteYour walking puts me to shame. I should do far more than I do and certainly not the distances you do. It is sad to be at the end of the last holiday of the year, but I am sure you'll be planning for next year soon.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, we have to start planning soon, as there are a couple of big birthdays coming up in 2027 (not mine) and we need to figure out when to be where.
DeleteWith my desk job, I'd go nuts without my after-work walks! Winter is always difficult because it gets dark so early, and I have to find alternatives.
What a lovely way to end your holiday with your Mom and sister. I noticed in the one photo how much you look like your Mom. Both of you are sitting with your elbows on the table as you write with your heads tilted the same way. How wonderful that you three are so close, Meike!
ReplyDeleteFunny that you noticed how we have a similar posture in that photo, Ellen! I actually look more like my Dad than my Mum, including eye colour, but of course like most people I have something from both sides of the family.
DeleteYour sister has a car! I always imagined you as a carless family!
ReplyDeleteShe's the only one since my Dad stopped driving a few years before his death.
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