CELLE TO WESTERLAND
When Kathe was a school girl her father led here and her classmates, including Elke, on a school trip to the island of Sylt, to a little town called Hornum on a wide sandy beach. She has often told stories of her trip to Sylt. Elke’s mother later bought a small apartment here before Sylt became popular and very expensive, a haven for the very rich, kind of a Hamptons for Germans. Elke is now responsible for the apartment and allowed Susie and me to take the five hour train ride from Celle to Sylt, right on the border with Denmark, and to have the apartment for two nights.
Unfortunatly for me when we finished dinner last night, Maria insisted we all have strong coffee. She needed it to be alert for her long train ride to Berlin on which she was going to write the proposal for funding for her next movie and Eva needed it to stay awake for the two hour drive back to Hamburg. I didn’t need it, and when I found myself lying in bed but still awake at 12, then 2, then 4, felt doomed to a zombie day ahead. I think I slept from 5 to 6 when we got up and packed and left for the bus station in Winsen. So after getting here and checking into our apartment and eating a large inexpensive lunch I took a two hour nap and have just woken up while Susie went on a six mile exploration of Westerland, the biggest town on the isle of Sylt.
Today our trip which already seems a month long is half over.
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