Village

We live in this smal village with about 4700 inhabitants since 1993.
Born and raised in big cities (Munich, Groningen) it is a very different way of life. But we prefer it. Why? Have a closer look:
Yesterday after Teba's physiotherapy, I had to pick up some meds for H0tamer. The pharmacist greeted Teba and me by name and immediately knew what we wanted. Afterwards, we went to the optician to have Teba's glasses straightened. It was past closing time, though. She was still in the shop, and of course, she served us anyway. Free of charge, as she often does. (With a tip, of course!)
I had promised the physiotherapist some cherries, so I picked them from the tree today. And while I was at it, I also picked some for the optician.
Unfortunately, the physiotherapist was on a house call, but I simply left the cherries outside.
The optician was busy with a customer but was happy to have them. When I quickly left the store so as not to disturb her, the customer followed me. She had worked in a now-closed drugstore many years ago, and we chatted often. It was nice to see her again. On the way home, I met our mail carrier. She'll get her cherries on Monday. The Turkish family, who are practically our neighbors, also wanted cherries. I dropped them off this afternoon and chatted for a long time about everything under the sun.
In the evening, I went for a walk with Sam, as he had no supervision this night due to poor planning. He's also staying overnight today, which is a first. We keep the dogs separate to avoid stress.
While walking, we met the owner of the peacocks. He asked about my friend and was very upset about her serious illness. I sent her his best wishes. And I learned amazing things about racing pigeons, his hobby.
Life in the village - people know each other and care for each other