Last weekend, Thomas' parents visited Mosel for wine and good weekend. So, Thomas and I stayed in the house and took care of the house and animals from neighborhood. Such a privacy. We spent a lot of time talking, we fed animals in the mornings and afternoons, BBQed, we made our first ever bike tour (only around Linnich, though, but I didn't know the way, haha). There were Schützenfest in Linnich, but we just went around the kirmes and went home again. Once we stopped by Netto, one man came to me and started to ask me where I come from. I was not sure, what he actually wanted from me, because he talked slowly, mixed languages, didn't find connections of what he was actually talking. Well, he said, he just met my parents *crazy man* and talked about christus order. Thomas recognized this man and he just pulled me in to Netto and said to the man that my parents aren't in Germany, we are already catholic and we want to do some groceries, so bye. Imagine how long this man could avoid me to get into Netto, if I were alone. Lucky me to have Thomas :) He said, this man was a history teacher that turned to be a bit crazy after his wife died. And yeah, this man brought his cart to speak to me, so I could see what was inside: ALCOHOLS. *sigh*
In the evening, we spent time talking, watching videos, marinating chicken *we made KFC on Sunday ;)* and we watched fireworks from the balcony *haha sound romantic*.