I'm standing at a street stall in big city bavaria, at one with the world. Good coffee and cake. The guy on my right is chain smoking, and I've decided to treat the fumes as a positive experience. Thank jah I don't have to do that any more. There's a crosswind at minus 2 degrees and starting to rain and I don't care.
Half an hour ago I sat at a communal table in a crowded farmers' market in the square, eating fried potatoes and sauerkraut.
Jammed in amongst Bavarians, I sat up straight and thought - I'm where I belong. We are blockheads and we are proud.
As a poetess with whom I first travelled to Oz used to say: the universe is unfolding as it should. Mind you, she also used to say: there are no shoulds in the universe.
Tried to buy gloves but they said they had withdrawn them from sale "because it's summer now". Reminds me of Princes St or Byres Road in April when tough people change into tee shirts at the first sign of sun.
With lunch at the market I drank cheap apple wine from a barrel. Not a great taste but it makes you happy. Reminds me of drinking Merrydown with Dances one Friday night after school. It was so long ago, neither of us can remember which of us fell asleep with his head actually inside the communal sick-basin.
Which reminds me, dinner tonight will be vegetable casserole, done in the hotel room kettle. The only hard part will be deciding between the white weissbier ( €2.30 at the station shop, a rip off) and the black (80 cents for a big bottle in the supermarket).