An unusual timer where the sand went up. Three minutes for a good cup of tea.
I love, love, love hotel breakfasts, especially those in Germany. This morning's Frühstück lived up to my expectations. Because we'll be here three more mornings, I could concentrate on somethings and plan for the tomorrows.
Because Rick had left early for his conference, I was alone, which left me people watching. There was a black woman who spoke neither German or English, but was still able to get coffee. I couldn't determine the language, but I was jealous of her almost perfect body.
A German businessman with his glasses pushed to the tip of his nose planned a meeting. I could understand some of what he was saying, but not enough to take a quiz.
A middle-aged couple, seemingly on holiday because of their casual clothes, were chatting and smiling at one another.
A group of four Americans, also in casual clothes, were in the back corner of the room. Their voices carried throughout the dining room.
I had brought a book to read as I sipped my tea after I scoffed down salmon, chesse, fruit, fresh-baked rolls. The timer to determine when my tea was brewed was unlike any I'd ever seen with the sane going up in liquid.
A truly pleasurable start to the day.
And off to enjoy a city where I loved living a lifetime ago.