It's 1:17am. We just got in from the bar. I leave at 4am. As much as I loveloveLOVE/missmissMISS my family, I'm sad to leave. This town is amazing, as are the phenomenal women with whom I've been picking plants, eating, pampering, eating, and making jokes about bears and peanuts.
And Weleda? I'm now a fan. I used to just pass by their products while moseying around SuperTarget and think, "I'm so glad we have more natural options in body products". I had no idea how much care and thought went into every thing they do, and now I just need to lobby for an Atlanta satellite office where I can work part-time making cappuccinos and teaching people how to paint echinacea. And the new pomegranate oil smells totally delish.
The biodynamic fields are gorgeous. We picked flowers that will go into medicinal tinctures, and we visited a field of calendula that was just harvested yesterday morning. Here's what's left of it:
Seriously. I ate a flower with crunch bugs.
It was awesome.
Also, here is another flower.
There are loads of bees in the garden-- you can hear them humming everywhere. And they have an insect hotel, too.
We did not check for vacancies.
But we did have many fine drinks.
Last but not least, I leave you with the sort of marvelous moment that makes such trips unforgettable. We're touring this incredible medieval town, learning secrets and seeing stained glass by Albrecht Durer and asking about After Eight gelato, and then we see this thing. It's like this awful, hunched over, homeless woman who looks like something out of The Dark Crystal. And we all falter a second.
Then we realize it's a gorgeous sculpture of a homeless hedgehog. With velcro soccer shoes. So, naturally, we took a group picture.
Shortly after this, we all stopped to marvel at the Big Dipper, and then Carrie jumped out from behind a sandwich board and I screamed and nearly peed myself. But we don't have pics of that, and I'm not going to admit it again, so don't ask.
More pics later. More fun later. For now, I'm running out of energy and just might grab two hours of sleep before Herr Ott comes to drive me away.
p.s. I love my life.