Sunday Nov 13th –
Mike was my driver and actually my translator once again.
He wondered how he did but really, unless he was silent more than half the time I would have no idea if he did badly, I don’t understand German, hence needing the translation Michiel😏
But I think he did well 😉
As we were dismissed from church, my stomach was growling immensely, causing my mind to wander to more lunch like things 😬
I thought of the spicy, potato like pastry Mike and I had on our honeymoon, of the gravy filled, sausage and pie like dish eaten in Switzerland, of the beef patties eaten years ago in Jamaica.
It was alllll coming back to me in those few moments.
The foods I longed for but would probably never eat again…
But then we went out for Greek food for lunch and I forgot about it 🙈
Lunch was delicious, as usual there at Greek restaurant by the train station 😏👌🏻🍴
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