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| Saarland |
Finally we have made it. Incredible but we are back home in Germany (in Saarland at the moment)!
The last few days were stressful and tiring with a tight program: saying good-bye (see last post) and moving house. The big problem was that we had to empty, clean, hand over the apartment and pack the cars at the same time on the same day - no time overlap, no buffer. We were - euh I was - desperate in the morning as we stood in the middle of the boxes. They seemed not to disappear, but grew instead. The first boxes were packed with system, labeled ... clean! The emptier the apartment got, the more chaotic the last boxes became. We managed it somehow. We wouldn't have managed it without our friends and family. Tünde & Michael kindly offered to give several of our big boxes a home for one year. My brother Daniel & Sarah drove a van and a trailer 2 x 17 h from Germany to France and back. Without the van and the trailer things would have been impossible. Our landlady made the hand-over of keys very easy and quick. And Gina helped packing. Thank you!
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| Chaos in our French apartment |
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| Troublemaker |
Only Phoebe, our cat, was the real troublemaker. We planned to leave France at 3 pm, but she did not show up until 6:30 pm. She must have taken a very long sun bath in the hot French Riviera sun. Rustling with the Whiskas bag was her fate at the end. We got her! Great weather and stunning views on the French and Italian coastline made leaving the region not easy. After a long drive with fully loaded cars through France, Italy, Switzerland, Germany and France again, we arrived in Saarland.
It's a strange feeling to be back in Germany. Only half a day showed us some clear differences: German supermarkets offer a different selection, German parkings are about 20 cm wider than the ones in South France (and cars do not have as many scratches), German bakeries offer mainly bread rolls instead of baguettes, and unfortunately Germany is at least 10°C cooler than South France. One thing I was really looking forward to was Turkish Döner Kebap! I couldn't find any good Döner Kebap in South France. Admittedly the best Döner Kebap is served in Istanbul, but the German ones are not too bad either. From that perspective 1000 km make a delicious difference :-)
