This was another really beautiful day, but not expectedly so. We woke up around 8 to pouring rain and cancelled our plans for running away to have breakfast alone together. Instead, we got rolls around the corner at a little bakery stand and had breakfast with Imke, Hermann, and Dorothee, who was leaving this morning for home. While Imke and Hermann took her back to the train station, Mark and I went shopping at the Aldi, while it was still gray but not even drizzly. But by 11 it had cleared up and we made plans to go for a longer walk/hike. Kati joined us and Kai stayed at the beach and Imke and Hermann promised to check in on him, since they were staying near the town center to meet Ute and Alfred for lunch. We walked on the cliffs that we’d explored the other day with Judith, except that we only walked up on top, in a big semicircle, and then back on a road that went across the peninsula–all in gorgeous sunshine. We actually ended up at an old GDR watch tower, since the Baltic was always carefully monitored for refugees. We walked about 10 k — 2 hours — and had a wonderful time, all three of us. Then we found a restaurant that we hadn’t tried yet and had a good lunch (Kati had dessert as well). We were home around 3, and although the weather was still nice, we were pretty shot and stayed home; I dealt with laundry in the basement and with cooking prep while Imke and Hermann went for a short hike as well and everyone else napped or played with computers. We had dinner around 7 (I had made pasta for all; I’m getting a bit burned out on the daily rounds of Abendbrot, and I know Mark is, too), and then Mark and I went back out for another walk on the beach (although it had threatened to thunderstorm around 6:30, it never did and was still beautiful) and ended up listening to a live band playing old pop songs from East and West Germany and the States, and I was surprised that I knew several of the songs from East Germany they played–not just the Sandmaennchen tune that wrapped up the show. I was especially surprised that I remembered the lyrics from some of those songs–especially of ‘Ueber 7 Bruecken musst du gehen,’ a song I hadn’t thought about for probably 30 years. We came home shortly after 9 and dealt with the tail end of the laundry etc. before we called it a night. I need to note the historic fact that I skipped a stone (one) with Mark’s instructions and it skipped THREE times.