Roads to Safe Places

When Crocky and I sent our notice to our landlord on Saturday we saw that there was a market in Uelzen. They had basically turned the entire town centre into one market place, even though there is a perfectly good square in front of the town hall which would have served the same purpose. When I was little my grandparents and my mother used to go to a market in Hamburg every Saturday, so I still have a soft spot for markets, even though they tend to be too full for my taste. I loved walking across the market and shopping for some fresh groceries with Crocky, looking at all the colourful stalls full of delicious fresh food. Since there was a shower right before we left all the groceries were covered in little drops and looked as though they were straight out of an ad. I wish I'd have thought to take my camera, I'd been able to spam my friends list with some pictures, on the other hand, maybe it's better that I didn't. With several kilos of rhubarb, apples, and, most importantly, strawberries we headed home and made some fruit salad and rhubarb pudding. I think I need a better recipe for that one. The one I pulled from the internet was too sweet and altogether not tasty at all.

It's a funny feeling, having handed in our notice before actually having a new flat, but we're resolved not to spend another winter in this damp place. Also, most of the flats advertised in the local papers and on the internet around here tended to be vacant as soon as they appeared online, so it should be possible to find something during our three months notice. Hopefully. We're already looking, but so far, most of the flats were either too expensive, taken, or the landlords didn't come back to us. Looks like a lot of calls will have to be made next week...