Let the festivities begin - or have we perhaps overlooked a fundamental stone?

There’s a storm brewing. In the distance, a crash and clatter.

I’m stretching my nose out.

Headwind.

Let me put it this way, at the gates of the golden city - Wagnerians will get their money's worth today - a rough breeze is blowing.

Where one can already sense the faint sound of trumpets. Where Lohengrin is not far away.

The hill is approaching, and with it, victory. Success, foundation built, festival ahoy!

Well, it should have turned out differently.

We pass by a discreetly placed warning sign.

Winter, the ice age could always return, we are warned from the bushes.

And behold, the path has also taken some victims.

One of them lies as a monument, ribbed and bare at the edge of darkness.

Whoever ventures out must also brace for some fright.

'Boo!'

The wild one from the shadow realm is intentionally searching for food. I growl briefly and leave him a scent gift that he won’t shake off easily.

Shit happens. Yes indeed.

The Main of the Main leaves nothing unreflected!

If you look into its dark depths, your hidden treasures might also be there.

Take what seems to come towards you; the water usually means well.

Yes, that was my poetic contribution here before I turn to the quest for clues. Of course, without asking.

After all, my shadow realm also wants to be discovered.

How could it be otherwise, soon we find ourselves at the gates of Bayreuth City.

Traditionally, a fresh cold cult drink is served first. The city indeed has an abundance of it.

We graciously decline, after all, we have spring water in our bellies and a lot ahead.

But just before the finish line. Stop. A horn sounds, a voice sings.

'Listen, take rest, it is not harvest time yet. Eternal life to what is still growing. Protection and security, calm and time.'

The little Wagner man in the bare foliage conducts and inspires. Still somewhat inconspicuous, but patience and time, the orchestra is not far away.

We turn back and Mrs. Kati wonders: 'Have we perhaps overlooked a stone? A foundation with a gap? Were we too fast?'

The fairies at the forest's edge gently whisper to us with the wind.

'See, do as He does! The meditating child!'

Buddha would turn over in his grave but looks completely authentic. His divine calm.

We'll take it.

With this treasure in mind, he suddenly stands before us.

The missing stone.

Gratefully, we admire his golden-yellow shirt, and Mrs. Kati promises to weave the calm of this green hill into the foundation.

Meanwhile, I find my dream house with a mouse meadow all in.

Golden harvest, definitely appeared on the horizon for me today.

Until the next adventure,

Your Gretl!