Dresden Memories

Its been 12 days since we started our trip, and today we are leaving Dresden. Originally a quick stepping stone on to new places - Dresden turned into something much more. Fred found a story, I found a girl.

Mandy, Mandy, Mandy... but lets not rush. Now: from the beginning.

I met Mandy a few days after arriving in Dresden. Our first chat was warm and friendly but too short. Opportunity was in my favour and the following day we met again. Days ran into one another, and what remains now is a Mosaic of magical memories. I have a lot to thank Mandy for - through her Dresden has found a special place in my heart.

A couple of moments:

  
Mandy takes me on a brief tour through the lost world of Dresden. Somehow we find ourselves in a small courtyard, on one side is a Murial symbolising water, the other wall one for the sun, and around the corner one for wind. Today time is short - but someday soon I'd like to return and see the rain tinkling down through the pipes; the sun blazing off the golden mirrors and the wind filling the white sails.

Over the rainbow:
The weather is not the best, but we decide to venture out on bikes. Mandy wants to show me a beautiful area along the river. From her house we ride out along the footpaths, and down rocky lane ways, We reach a castle overlooking the river. It's raining cats and dogs so we take cover in the deserted castle cafe. There's always a sense of excitement when running for cover as the thunder drums a deafening tune above.

  While waiting we eat juicy apples. A small bird visits and without
hesitation decides to share Mandy's apple.

 

The rain pauses, and the skies begin to clear. Dresden is shrouded in fog, and as the light begins to fade Dresden bathes in the pink twilight.

 

Venturing onward we ride next to the river until we come to the 'blue wonder bridge'; we cross and return via a path that weaves along the grassy rivers edge. Luck runs out and the rain begins once more to fall. We arrive back to Mandy's soaked, but happy.

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