A pleasant and needed damp and grey campervan morning this morning. The sky a heavy dark grey solid bank of cloud and the breeze whipping through the trees. For the first time this trip this mornings thoughts coming from inside the van, as rain falls. Another blistering hot day yesterday, but a quiet one wandering around Ulm, taking in some history, the location of where Einstein was born, the victims of the holocaust , beautiful town hall and old buildings and some people watching. Not a huge amount to report. Making the next part of the journey north and into France today so feverish preparations to sort the van and hit the road. A sense of the holiday is kind of over and that this part of the journey, as we enter France is the coming / going home part. A lovely long, sitting on the grass, luxurious conversation yesterday with a Swiss family and the mothers role in the Swiss women’s rugby sevens team. Swapping experiences and stories of their travels, rugby, Switzerland and life there, comparisons and contests. She started campervaning ( If there is such a word ) in the sixties in one of the original VW’s with her parents. A really open and genuine chat, like we had known each other for years.
“ In the best conversations, you don't even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. It felt like we were in some place your body can't visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments. “ John Green.
Nice to spend some time just sitting and talking and being, knowing that we have no particular place to go and also a chunk of travel to go today. So it’s self care Sunday today, so make sure you do something for yourself today. Lovely days people.
“ A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.” Truman Capote.
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