08.09.2008 - 08.09.2008 23 °C
We didn’t realise just how much we needed a good night sleep and some down-time until we awoke. Rising at the dignified hour of 9am, which impressed us given our exhaustion, we were escorted into the Gruner’s sunroom, where Hilde had set up a beautiful table filled with bretzels, fresh jam from the garden berries and steaming hot coffee. We chatted and ate, and planned to go into the town in the afternoon for a wander around.
The rest of the morning was spent catching up on writing this thing, while Josh was content to nap. As we’d been so late the night before, lunch was a chance to share the delicious meal Hilde had prepared for us, and we were sighing with exuberant gratefulness at the effort they had gone to. It was the closest we’d come to feeling like home in a long time, and made us sigh with content. An entrée of salads and smoked meats was followed by a mouth-watering meal of German treats. When Hilde and Fritz wouldn’t take our full-faced no’s as an answer, we all devoured fresh fruit salad and delicious ice-cream until we couldn’t eat any more. It felt like a Christmas lunch.
We then drove to the centre of Biberach, a small, quaint area, perfectly maintained. After relaxing with a coffee in the square with the Gruners, we went our separate ways to wander the old town. The sun streamed around the white, bold buildings, contrasting with the red flowerpots suspended from their windows. We had decided that we would bake the Gruners some Anzac biscuits, and found all the ingredients we needed (even some form of golden syrup…), and then ended up strolling in and out of shops until we made our way home.
After our huge lunch, we had a small dinner, which I struggled with, as I was still so full! Afterwards, we gathered around to show them through some of our travel photos over the biscuits. Soon we were off to bed, knowing tomorrow was the day we were arriving in our new home city.