. . . . . is always the path for me.
After we arrived in Rottenburg on Wednesday evening, we relaxed and enjoyed each other's company --- and a glass of wine after driving on the Autobahn. When it was time to say good night, Reinhilde walked us down the street to stay the night with their friends Gudrun and Andres. She reminded me that she would be leaving promptly at 5:55 am to drive down to the "track" for her morning walk and that I was welcome to join her. Well, it only seemed polite to sit and chat some more with our new hosts before we retired for the night, so after another glass (or 2) of wine and and another hour (or 2) of laughter, world politics and more, we finally called it a night. Gudrun, Andres and their son Moritz were absolutely charming, entertaining and fascinating.
Morning came a little earlier than usual and the thought of running around a "track" seemed a bit dull, but I really wanted to join Reinhilde. I already knew her well enough to know that she would be punctual, so I arrived at the house at least 5 minutes early, but her car was already gone. Bummer. I headed out on my own instead and just up the hill from the house was a path that continued along the ridge they live on --- perfect.
The pictures tell most of the rest of the story of what was lost in the translation of "track":
I hope you enjoy my run as much as I did!
(In case you didn't notice, there's the Church of the Day)
I actually found the path that lead down to the "track" and crossed paths with Reinhilde during my run.
This was the only other traffic I encountered.
I won :) but how could anyone lose on this run?!?
The rest of the story is that I was NOT late for Reinhilde. The car was gone because the "kids" (Jakob, Joel and Sarah) had gone out "clubbing" the night before and still were not home --- they had missed both the last train and bus for the night and had to catch the first morning train instead =:-/
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