7th of July I was the first one to wake up really early and start working on the diary or call it blog as it is linked to the website nowadays. Well as busy as the last days were I had no chance to get anything done and it needs these calm morning hours to find some time to do it.
Outside it was still raining, but the sun broke more and more through the clouds and created rainbows.
I like this time of the day, when you feel being ahead of everyone else and the world just belongs to you with all the fresh impressions and thoughts. But this can be also very misleading, because while you are following your thoughts and do some selecting of photos and writing texts, the rest of the family already gets ready and at the end I was the last one joining breakfast.
Last time I met the son of our friends in March, he was convincing me to get a GoPro. I envy this generation a bit, because they can be their own little movie director, cameraman and cutter all at once in a matter of no time and perfection as I had always dreamt of as a kid starting with rolls of Super 8. They probably even don’t know anymore what this is – or VHS ? what’s that. I feel really getting old, when I see how quick this generation has these technics at their hand. But he had fun working on my material and cutting a video clip for our less-is-more-tour.
The lecture took place in the Pizzeria Bernina instead of the Weisses Kreuz, because the Rotary Club of Thusis shifted their meeting especially for us on a Monday to be able to stay in the rhythm of our tour. Walter Grass is the actual president and to him and the past president Stefano Pintus I handed over our tour shells as the wimples have been exchanged already in former times among the partner Clubs.
Back at our friends house we realized, that our host was going to school with the owner of the house built fro bales of straw in Dornbirn. We called him up and realized again how small this world is. We were packing our stuff and the clouds got darker and darker. Observing the weather app it was not very promising, that it would get any better. We decided to catch the train and pass through the Rhine canyon. It’s a spectacular landscape, which was once created by a huge landslide called the “Flimser Bergsturz” through which the river Rhine had to cut a new river bed.
Just the view meters from the railway station to the hotel we were already soaked wet and happy to be in shelter from the thunder rolling outside.
