Sunshine Through Singed Meringue
Two days ago I did something I haven’t had the courage to do alone. I boarded a bus. The last time I did this, I had my entourage – my girls. Since they returned to school, I’ve been battling a demon by the name of Recluse.
Spending hours alone on a daily basis back in Austin wasn’t so bad. A toothy grin from the mailman with dreadlocks, writing assignments and the occasional coffee with a friend gave contentment to my internal workings. The quiet life suited me in Austin. It worked, mostly.
Germany’s quiet life goes by another name and has given me a new battle contender, Lonely. (God help me if I let both Lonely and Recluse in the same ring!)
I took for granted how small daily routines in Austin were comforting, which brings me back to boarding the bus alone. I reached out asking through social media, who would like to join me in downtown Wiesbaden. You responded. And thanks to you, I walked off the bus and aimlessly wandered the alleys in search of a quiet cafe for us. My steps took me to a pretty macaron shop called L’Art Sucré. Inside, my eyes were drawn to the Tarte au Citron. It looked like a delicious beacon of sunshine peeking through fluffy clouds of lightly singed meringue. I wasn’t lonely, or alone.