No yoga, not Zazen. Instead I sat in the kitchen of my mother and I had some cups of coffee in the early morning on Sunday. I ate sandwiches with self-made jam. We chatted. It was all very relaxing.
Everything was perfect. My mother knows how to do a perfect dinner.
My suitcase was full of self-made jam, apples from the garden, cakes, and and and when we drove back to Munich. I leave my parents home with more things than I give, even though it was my mother's birthday.
Bed time. Early in bed, early up. hahaha.