“I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.”
Jean-Paul Sartre
Wednesday
Breakfast is included but there are no eggs.
It is time to leave the mountains of Austria and head for wine country.
“In Europe then we thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well-being and delight. drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary, and I would not have thought of eating a meal without drinking either wine or cider or beer.”
Ernest Hemingway
It is too big a drive in one trip. We are heading for Bad Füssing.
The idea of Good Füssing is unbearable.
We stop on the outskirts of München for a coffee and some cake. It turns out München is Munich.
Schneid-Kaffee Kaffeerösterei Specialty makes an average coffee and delicious cake.
Bad Füssing is known for its hot mineral springs. I am sure these springs are beautiful. What I can say for certain is that Bad Füssing has the most well manicured gardens in its roundabouts and median strips I have ever seen.
Shell takes a long nap. While her back pain seems manageable, being in constant discomfort is exhausting.
I read and think about dinner.
Kirchawirt for dinner.
We start with soup, rinderbrühe mit käseknödel, a beef consommé with a cheese dumpling, and gebratene zwiebel- und brotsuppe, a rich onion soup with bread.
For main, Shell orders schweineschnitzel and I order the rindfleischburger. I am not a fan of ordering a burger in a restaurant. The best burgers are home made. Kirchawirt source their beef from regional farms and I couldn’t afford the steaks.
Home and bed.
Shell is not herself.
“our capacity to respond to our experiences with emotional freshness and ethical pertinence is being sapped by the relentless diffusion of vulgar and appalling images”
Susan Sontag
A beautiful photo of you Grant. xx