I´m Singing In The Rain

…well., no, I didn´t.
Sunday we again took tram and bus to get to the lake.
Where we met again people from last year and new ones.

Dunno. I have to get forty to start something weird like FKK, but it´s really worth it.
People seem to have more respect of one another on one hand, on the other it´s like a little family and it´s totally ok or even expected to start right away with the casual “du”, not the formal “Sie”. People are very open-minded, too.
And it´s ok to meet new people like that – I only hope I never meet a colleague there. I´m not that mature after all, it seems…

The water was just great and yesterday was no direct sun, very good.
And actually we were really lucky without the sun!
Because… we missed the bus.
And it started raining real bad.
So we waited at the public toilets - yes, we´re romantic, huh? – until the rain was over, still we would have had to wait one hour for the next bus and decided to walk.

The streets were wet and steam rose, that, truly looked romantic, I think.

Now I know those flip-flops, or thongs, as you say, are ok for Perth.
Ingo estimates we walked some good 7 km, partly in the rain, till the next bus-stop where a bus came on a Sunday and then another km home.

We had salad, tomatoes, olives, cheese and all at home, but when I saw El Gaucho, I got so dang hungry for some yummy steak.
Funny enough “our” waiter arrived to start his job exactly when we arrived as well, so Ingo asked, do we have a chance for a seat tonight?
And, yes, we definitively had, went home for a short refreshment and then 15 minutes later were back and ordered two … beers, German, we truly are ;-)
After that “journey” I guess, we deserved this!

When we told our waiter what had happened, he got wide eyes and said, a bit too loud, “wow, holy sh##! Sh##...”, which in German sounds better, btw cause you can stretch the word so it goes through like a “I´m sorry” as well.

The salad still sits in the fridge, but usually on Mondays we go to the city. Hm, let´s see.

This morning was all foggy, more rain is expected, but my, it´s hot and sticky in the office, Ingo mailed this morning it´s “unbearable”, but oh, I still love summer!
I just really could do without mossies. Ingo: none, me 11 bites. Not fair!