holiday (day 10)

A slow Sunday.

Sundays are always slow & quiet here, unless we jump in the car to visit someone. Bavarian Sundays are like Scottish Sundays in the 60s, but quieter. Even cutting the grass is illegal - too noisy.

I like it.

The day's main event was a massive barbecue. I ate as much meat as I'd usually allow myself in a month. So, Sunday dinner was leftovers from the salads. Tzatziki & pasta salad.

Some retsina to help it down.