Farewell with a loud Servus!

Leaving Mirambel this morning wasn't easy. The 100-inhabitant village had truly enchanted us. So we spontaneously decided to walk through its streets once more and pick up a few souvenirs along the way.

Today, the unique little village shop was supposed to be open, which might be one of a kind as it is housed in the historical community oven. It lies directly across from the old Templar castle and was part of the fortification. Eight hundred years ago, villagers were allowed to bake their bread here for a fee.

Afterwards, we wanted to say goodbye over a Cortado – an espresso with a small splash of milk – at the village tavern. During this, we struck up a conversation with a woman and her husband who lived in Mirambel. She was born in Cuba but grew up in Mirambel, where she met her husband, who was born here. The couple was a few years older than us. In addition to Spanish and French, which she studied, she spoke a few sentences of English. Icke surprised with a few Spanish sentences, and I was able to show that the many hours of conversation with my friend and English teacher Karin weren't entirely in vain. It was astonishing how much the Spanish couple knew about Germany, perhaps because the woman has a cousin living in Leipzig. Anyway: We chatted for a good half hour, laughed, joked, and said goodbye like old friends. The woman specifically asked Icke how to say