Breakfast might have been late, but was great. It was one of these breakfasts that you only get in a small hotel: buns that seemed to have come just from the bakery, jam and other spreads in the actual jars, eggs the way you’d make them at home, …
Afterwards I got everybody who had stayed over night to stand in front of the hotel for a photo.
Dirk with Tina, Achim, my parents, me and Kathrin with Stefan.
