Trossings

There is a Lutheran church in Davis with a sign outside I’m sure was supposed to be “Crossings,” but because the handwritten lettering was a bit inexpert, looked like “Trossings.”

Here I am in the land of Luther, on Easter Sunday, a very big deal in Germany, a day where people in the U-bahn were carrying baskets laden with food to take to a relative’s. We spent the day wandering around a section of town — on the outskirts, really — called Blankenese, a posh area with a lot of villas overlooking the Elbe. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and we had a good walk up and down the steep cobbled streets. Living in Davis, there isn’t a lot of up and down, and my hamstrings are definitely noticing.

My friend Dagmar has been guiding me around. We listened to a lecture by Eckart Tolle this morning as I drew the flowers on her table…