In Austria, on a holiday (or a sunday) nothing is open. Nothing (except for a grocery store at the train station, where the lines stretch out the door on holidays)
Instead we had music lessons. Highlight was playing frere jacques as a quintet with Nadja, henry's teacher, and Thomas, theodore's teacher, and henry and theodore and me.
Since we were on our way to slovenia today, nina took it upon herself to offer her house for dinner and entertainment until we were on our way. (we had to pick up the rental car yesterday, it happened to be brand new - 7km on the odometer)
There's an internet blog called baketotheroots.de where Marc tells of things that as far as I can tell are impossible, and therefore centa and i have said he does not exist, nor do his desserts. nina accepted the challenge and wove rhubarb into the top layer of a tart.
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| it's not a great hat |
but it was truly delicious to eat.
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| who are you calling a tart? |
i met new people
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| like verena |
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| i slept on the couch |
then it was time to go to slovenia. we're off! see you tomorrow, koper!
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