
The landlord is only asking. You’re allowed to keep your full glasses.

We spent the weekend with lots of friends doing little else but walk in the sunshine (at least, as long as the sun was up). I am left with lots of impressions.
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: A Summer Walk in the Sunshine
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Last week, I admitted to being a fan of Friedrich Schiller, today I want to show off the other half of the German poetic pair, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
He was a very prolific writer – he lived a long life and wrote defining works during quite a few of the literary epochs he lived through, from the Sturm und Drang (the rebellious pro-romantic youth movement), through the classic era to post-romanticism. He was also a natural scientist of renown. He studied law and worked as a minister at the court in Weimar. His literary works comprise poems, novels, essays and plays – he wrote THE definitive German play, Faust (part I and II – of which I still know parts by heart).
He was born in Frankfurt am Main and so it is no surprise that his face is seen in lots of places in the state of Hesse and in Frankfurt in particular.



The middle picture is not from Frankfurt but I found it in Teplice in the Czech Republic.


The plaque is a quote from the poem “Song of the Spirits over the Waters” and is translated as:
“Soul of man, how like to the water! Fate of man, how like to the wind!”
The mural is a quote from the novel “The Sorrows of Young Werther” and the translation reads:
“Death, where is your sting? Love, where is your victory?”
And finally a photo of the sculpture in front of the Hessisches Landesmuseum in Wiesbaden, which I found really very weird. Just look at the face of a middle-aged Goethe on top of the body a much younger man who spends his time in the gym rather than be the bon vivant which Goethe was according to all that we know.
I’d rather end this post with another view of the Goethe and Schiller, the two friends.

I’ve been saying this for a few years now – and every time we have another weekend with our running friends we sign up – and I end up on the top bunk. And getting up is still comparatively easy, it’s the coming down in the morning that challenge.
I have to face it: that’s the situation in youth hostels. Before somebody asks: It was worth it, though!


This is the town hall of our village and it stands in Sommergasse (summer lane). So it is kind of weird to see it in winter, too.