Mainz
I cherish everything, being a reflection of the one and this morning really reflects this unity. And the landscape and essence has changed. I'm on the Jakobsweg, Bonifaceweg and Rheingau weinweg! Beautiful sunshine and a subtle shift to spring.
What wonderful day, including a Croatian Weinstube/Restaurant in Hochheim where I simply had to go to Cevapčići, Ajvar and Rheingau Alt Reben Riesling. It was a long walk to cross the Rhine into Mainz on the Theodore Heuss Brücke, as the skies finally opened, then I felt sure I'd find the answer to my prayers! No more sofas, chairs, Asylum houses and Kloster/Hotels, but no: it's just the same! The Domburo tried to help, half heartedly and then the Tourist Information came to to a literal, couldn't care less standstill, and I pushed out of the "Alt-Stadt" back to the Karmetltekloster I'd seen on my way to my destiny. A very blank Indonesian gentleman thought I was Italian and really didn't believe I was both British and on a pilgrimage. It took me opening my backpack and divulging contents and passport until he smiled slightly and said "Englisch?" When a brother came to the door he, in his octogenarian apparel, couldn't talk to me fully - I wonder what wonders my teeth are doing to outsiders, as well as my self image - but he slapped some money in my palm, respectfully blessed me and pointed to where some hotels were. When I looked at the notes in my hand I was gobsmacked: €90. I'm so short of money that this is literally two days in Germany: I'm blessed by a man of the cloth who couldn't help and came across slightly frightened of me with these teef but was truly wholesome.
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