It was exactly 4 weeks ago that we returned to Bavaria. In some ways, it seems like several months ago. In so many ways we feel we were never back in Tennessee for those 10 months. Everything here feels so normal. We never missed a beat in falling back into our German life.
The weekly outdoor market in Burghausen--rain or shine.
Cooking by weighing ingredients instead of measuring in cups and spoonfuls.
The charming look of the old houses along with the crispness of the new ones.
Traveling by train to watch the beautiful landscape pass by.
The sounds of the church bells tolling the hours and the regional train passing by with a shrill whistle... doesn't seem strange. The smell of the spicy wood smoke in the air and people standing WAY too close to me in the stores feels totally normal.
So many of the little things: The cobblestones, working to stay out of the bicycle lane when walking, hearing nearby conversations and only understanding 1/2 of what's being said, and spending 2 hours and more at a restaurant during a meal... not odd at all.
So many of the little things: The cobblestones, working to stay out of the bicycle lane when walking, hearing nearby conversations and only understanding 1/2 of what's being said, and spending 2 hours and more at a restaurant during a meal... not odd at all.
It's a mixed bag of gratefulness and a tugging sense of longing that fills our days.
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