Island Paradise

When we packed up the troops and headed off to the island Thursday last I was not an optimist. Three little girls, gear for weather both good and bad - the forecast said rain but it's August for goodness sake - a 3 hour train ride and then a boat from the mainland, spades, boots, sun lotion, buckets, suitcases, macs, bathing suits - the list was endless. When the sun fell behind the clouds and the rain began bouncing against the windows of the train car as we drew closer to the coast my heart began to sink. Even the boat began to toss in the swell of the short distance between mainland and island ... But boy can appearances be deceiving ...

The sun never stopped shining for three nights and four days on my paradise island of Norderney. Even the girls found themselves enough to do. We were able to wander along the endless stretches of white sand from the beachfront hotel to the lighthouse 15 kilometers away. And back again. My hair was full of sand and my skin became sunkissed and red and my head cleared and hubby's libido bubbled to the surface again. Heaven.

Now back again on the mainland there are still bits of me which did not return yet and for which I am waiting so that I can get the hell to work this morning! good luck I don't think ... there is my soul which is still sitting in the 'Milchbar' on the beach drinking endless cappucinos and watching the whitecapped waves crash against the shore while I read. Some part of the libido of my college days is still in 'da Sergios' drinking white wine and eating tortellini stuffed with walnuts and gorgonzola while the full figured blonde mother of two across from us argues with her husband on the one hand and flirts with me on the other which makes me both inwardly blush and yet very excited. My heart is still wandering along the beach accompanied by the soundtrack of wind and waves and gulls. My tongue is enjoying the simple fare of cheeseburger and perfectly salted fries at the 'Surf Cafe' - and yes the wind blown sand must have something to do with their perfect saltiness and texture.

A perfect long weekend. ahoy! katrin