Münster, devotion and the little happiness Part 3

After a lovely Sunday in Münster's Old Town, we meet our close relatives with their family on this Monday. Today, we also experience the little happiness. We all meet up for a chat and a walk at Aasee and have a great meal at a restaurant located by the lake.

The weather is changeable, with a mix of sun and clouds and rain in the late afternoon. We take a stroll with a stroller and two older children and a younger one around the lake - it's nice to exchange a few words with my husband's brother. We talk about life and the cost of living, rents, and buying a house in and around Münster.

It's a long way around the lake, so we can spend some quality time together. We watch the relatives' little daughter learn to walk, watch sailboats, and enjoy the sun before the rain, which according to the weather forecast will accompany us on our way home.

When we finally arrive back at the starting point, we say goodbye and exchange a few words about the way home. However, we soon lose our bearings, as it has become windy and heavy rain has started. We walk across the outskirts of Münster, through parks, side streets, catch sight of beautiful buildings and villas... Minutes later, we finally arrive at the main train station and find our bus connection in heavy rain. Everything that hasn't gotten wet yet will in these minutes of waiting. The bus stops are crowded with people waiting. It's a truly rainy moment in this city.

We squeeze ourselves in between the passengers under the roof of the only shelter. Drunk people stagger past us, passersby talking on the phone are in a hurry, many colorful umbrellas are opened. We talk about Switzerland and other funny things. Our son has found very uplifting topics against the gray weather.

With the small groceries for tonight and one child on each hand, we board the bus that takes us in the right direction. 8 minutes drive, a few minutes walk to the campsite, sounds actually pretty okay, but it sucks with the rain. It is pouring rain and we rush out of the bus to the nearest traffic light that allows us to cross this busy road. Yesterday, I jogged here in the beautiful sunshine. A couple, who are Swiss, talk to us at the traffic light. They heard our son talking about Swiss fines on the bus and now ask us where we are from. They come from Lucerne and are on their way to South America. In a brisk pace and out of breath, we all run together to the campsite and exchange travel plans. They are the campers with the MAN camper. They stand out, of course we have already noticed the vehicle. An interesting small talk arises, business cards are exchanged. We wish them a safe journey. They will continue tomorrow.

In the evening, we have beautiful sunshine again. I decide to go for a 6-kilometer run. I basically jog back towards the city center along a well-developed footpath.

I meet many like-minded people. When I reach a busy intersection, I turn into a peaceful residential area on the edge of Münster city and can jog a very beautiful straight long distance. It's beautiful here. Villas, kindergartens. Small shops on the outskirts, a church and privately owned parks with beautifully kitschy fences around them.

About 60 minutes later, I'm back at the campsite and I work on my travel blog. We also prepare a nice dinner. The children have found a friend here and have been playing together on the playground all evening. We plan to leave in the early afternoon tomorrow, very easy, without any stress.

My husband and I end the day with a coffee at the sweet stand, which regularly spoils the campers with waffles, crepes, and other treats. It feels like a little amusement park, a fair for lovers... So the two of us take a half-hour break there, while our children play in a farewell mood with their newly made friend, the granddaughter of the crepe stand owners.

I am touched, it dawns on me in this minute that yesterday I learned about the next generation in our close family. Isn't it true that a descendant follows when a close family member dies? It's only now that I realize that the time I found out about my father's death is also the time of the baby's. So this trip to Münster takes on a different significance for us, and the impressive church service from Sunday rounds it all off. Emotionally speaking, this is what makes our journey special. What makes us think and mourn. What connects us and inspires us to make new plans, what moves us as a family and concludes this day in three words: faith, love, hope.

In this sense, I say goodbye to Münster. Bernkastel - Kues on the Moselle is our favorite on the way home. Read what awaits us there. Goodbye, Anja