Saturday, 19 October 2013

The weekend of... rain and warm hearts

The Marburg Innenstadt Kirmes fair started on Friday so we wanted to go to the opening. I met Malcolm on campus and, after waiting in the cold for the bus, headed to the innenstadt. 

We got off the bus at a random stop, and I showed Malcolm a shop I had searched for shoes and found nothing. It took Malcolm a few minutes to find the shoes I had been dreaming of, which I’m so happy about. Thank you, Cara, for making Malcolm the wonderful, patient shopper that he is. We then headed into the rain and the festival – we passed by the sweet stands and watched the funfair rides. 

It was cold and not much fun, so we cheered ourselves up with a HUGE crepe with Nutella.

Then, probably on a sugar high of some kind (or desperation because the bus comes at half hour intervals), ignored the red man on the traffic light and ran across the road to catch the bus that just arrived. Crazy, right?! ;)
So, Friday night, too cold and wet to be outside and too lazy to find the cool-kids hangout, we went to a store and bought a carpet. We felt like such grown ups buying a carpet on a Friday night... But it has really made our flat a lot warmer, though I’m a little psycho about keeping it clean at the moment.
Malcolm carrying our carpet to the bus stop. 

We planned to head off early and try get stuff done. Unfortunately we missed the bus, and had to wait over half an hour for the next one. Logical thing to do? Walk... Fortunately we had a map with us. We wandered through the forest and eventually came to a road with a bus line running it. So we walked along it for a while and then waited for the next bus. So we got to the Hauptbahnhof (miraculously we still had our fingers despite the cold) and went to the ticket office thing and bought Malcolm’s tickets to Bonn for later this month when he needs to go to an orientation there. We wet to ElizabethsKirche and went inside for the first time, and then had coffee and cake at a Cafe-stube set up for Kirmes.

It felt just like the Lutheran Church bazaars I grew up with, except the cake was cheaper. There were scouts helping the old ladies, and despite the cold, they were there in their short lederhosen, which Malcolm thought might inspire the boys in Durban on a cold day. 
Afterwards, it was fun walking through the market and the shops of the Obenstadt... there were all sorts of things to look at and the toy shop was pretty impressive. At a little stall, Malcolm bought me a sweet lebkuchen heart which made me feel like a giddy teenage girl with a fluttery butterfly feeling in my tummy. At the end of our day, having accumulated stockings, wool, a knife, and a book, we sat by the river and shared the heart. It was a sweet moment. 

More shopping was still to be done, so we added socks, a pie crust, and wine glasses to our odd combination and went home from there.
Saturday night was laundry night. I had tried to do laundry before but couldn’t find the laundry rooms. So we headed off together and found an unutilised machine on the 4th floor. We tried it and it flooded the room, so once Malcolm had mopped up the floor (he’s my hero), we scratched more money together and looked for another machine, which was on the 8th floor. Seeing as we’d used all our change and couldn’t use the tumble dryer, we draped the laundry all over the lounge and it felt like we were back at Malcolm’s digs again.

We went to church again, but this time the 12pm service. It was nice to see how many students attend and there were some great people who noticed us and said hullo, welcoming us. Afterwards, we used our visitors’ vouchers and bought lunch there, and then found a table with empty seats, with two med students from Giesen. Katrin, who we had met in the service, came over and joined us too and we spent some time chatting with her. She then invited us to go with her to check out the welfare market thing at Elizabethskirche. So she showed us the shortest route into town, and then explained the various organisations that were represented at the market. Basically, NGOs or welfare services each set up a stand about what they do, and sometimes sell products to raise funds, and the public can go and see what is happening in their area. It’s a really cool idea, and because Katrin works with welfare and counselling, she was keen to make connections and introduced us to people we met, which was nice. After the market, we went back to her flat, a beautiful wooden-floored apartment close by. We had coffee and cookies with her, and later two more of her friends and their baby, and she was soooo helpful – explaining to us how to get a library card and all sorts. It was such a blessing to meet her!

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