Saturday: After a first meeting to exchange information, I'm pretty confident I'd cick off on Tuesday as planned. In fact, so confident that I start looking for train connections and book a ticket. (Coludn't help looking for flights, too, but dismissed the idea due to uncertain date of return.)
Sunday: Trying to obtain some additional information, I learn the trip will not take place as planned due to some last-minute complications.
*Bummer. What shall I do with my one-way ticket that doesn't include a refund policy?*
Monday forenoon: Just after re-organizing my week and returning home from grocery shopping, I receive a mom's call whether I'd still be willing to do the trip anyway as things fell into place in the end. Or maybe just be willing to think it over once more before giving a final response.
*Uhm... No thinking over needed. I'm going. No worries.*
Monday afternoon: After thinking sets in, I realize I'll need to get rid of a whole lot of food (that's what friends are for - ha!) and start packing really soon. Oh well...
On Tuesday already, my way would lead me through blue skies and snow towards a rather rainy Tübingen, or rather, straight to the hospital to meet the family and start the first consultations.
And there was evening, and there was morning - the first day. (Gen 1:5)
Busy with appointments, examinations and lots of waiting in-between, I'd spend most of the time getting to know each other, explaining situations and procedures, as well as translating everyday's situations and needs.
Sights of the city were limited to a quick rush through the old town with its medieval houses, narrow streets, a huge castle atop the hill and a rather dirty Neckar. Did I like it? I'm not sure. Even if I consider a special bonus due to the fact I had no time to prepare and probably didn't see much, I couldn't find it appealing. A grey city without a soul, it seemed, one that would give me a major depression in no time if I was to live here.
Does it look better on a sunny day? Well...
It does have a mystical glow as the fog rises above the surrounding hills...
Tiny old streets and typical houses...A steep way towards the castle that reminds you of your non-existing fitness...
And awards you with views of the Neckar valley and the city underneath.
And even kissing trees in the castle park...
Apart from the medical success, I found myself surprisingly happy to head home again. I don't say "abroad" is not an option, however, this one didn't steal my heart, no matter how I turn it.
A nice little escape from routine, and the feeling to have helped, but staying here permanently? Nah.
Home, sweet home :)
A little contribution to the gallery of sky images at Raumfee.