P. is leaving the banks of the Danube for England’s green and pleasant land in less time than it takes to cycle to Vienna (bad taste joke?) Yesterday we cycled to Walhalla in scorching sun, returning in a thunderstorm of Sound of Music-esque proportions, emerging sopping wet and bright-eyed onto the sunny-once-more main street of Stadtamhof. Silly post-lunch adventures with this boy, I will miss. And Donauradweg excursions, late night Kuchen at Schierstadt, beaver spotting trips, sugar fasts, Friday mornings of cultural discovery, so much more.
Thanks for such a wonderful year, P. – I know you’ll think this hopelessly sentimental but I really am thankful to call you mein engster Regensburger Freund!