A day of "lasts", alas

Last pot of tea with a hearty breakfast of solid Bavarian bread with lashings of Bavarian honey, taken while looking at the lake. Alas. 

Last swim in said lake, past the nuddies' sauna and back, at a solid pace, with my Bavarian mairmaid. Last immersion in the crystal clear waters of Tegernsee. Alas. (Glad I survived attacks by flesh-eating catfish though) 

Last tasty lunch of Bavarian goodies, smoked, salted, cured, sliced, served on fine Lunéville plates, forked with ancient silver cutlery. Alas (I was treated to the silverware, nothing less)

Last look at the meadows across the water. Lush, green, seemingly manicured meadows (they just don't grow as tall as ours), home to solid bebelled bovines. Alas (I shall be back) 

Last cuddle under the benevolent gaze of Cordula's great great great great uncle. Some more easily intimidated cuddlers would find him potentially off-putting but not yours truly, no. I do thrive when there is a challenge. And don't bash the bishop. Bishops are humans, just like us. Only with more jewelry. And very expensive cardigans made from small mammals on the verge of extinction. And as Cordula says (like many actresses before her), the Bishop grows on you. 

Thank you so very much sweet Cordula for such an exciting, healthy, active, tasty week of discovery, gastronomy and New York Times word games. 

Say hi to the ancestors for me.