OUR MAN in EUROPE: part 42: Song of Bernadette

Part 42:   Song of Bernadette

Her song was...as above...medium height, brunette, and a wallet full of plastic, a fast suitcase, and festive fashion.
...I knew her from Friday til Sunday. Perfume, lipstick and cared for Nothing.

Hank Williams: "I´m back in the Saddle, again..."

The Hotel in which we "stayed" was sufficient, though modest (a farewell to arms). I believe she came from Koln, Hamburg, somewhere "up North" and came down to warmer pastures (Freiburg) like a Floridian "Snow-bird" to get over some emotional catastrophe, thereby, espy-ing ME jamming on the streets...and the pieces...like an ancient jigsaw puzzle...fell together.

(In the Hotel)  We "ordered out" continuously and - give Peace a Chance- never left our bed-hotel room; ostensibly, a "BED-IN"

Outside (winter in Germany) it rained incessantly...so as far as "jammin´ in the streets (for my daily bread), timing was everything.

Snippets of her Life story (Mrs Robinson´s younger sister) were forthcomming, approaching 40 yrs old, she had a BODY of work to divulge; stories, mes amis, never to follow.

We drank wine, ate, smoked
funny tobacco.

I think I smiled a löt whilst, all the time, tried to keep my mind - and everything else - ALERT. She was wanton, giving, but NO fool...
...But I liked her; sad sap, me.

She....alas...after 2 days of Bachannalia - headed back North...leaving me, mystified, with NO contact information, late on a Sunday afternoon; I, quitting the hotel room - paid up in full - till the following morning.

Hank Willams: "O for the love of Sunshine....!"



c 2011/dave thing/Europe/I´ll get back to ya....:)