I even did my complete morning routine and got enough sleep.
The train ride was uneventful and most of our trains were right on time, even. I found the train rides pretty boring and read half a novel.
We brought our own lunch, my husband insisted:

We arrived only five minutes late and walked to the apartment we have rented for the week. And I finally figured out why it seems as if no one ever expects us at the place we are staying at, they are looking for people arriving by car, not on foot.
We went over to my mother‘s, my husband hadn‘t seen her apartment yet and we had a nice dinner of bread and cheese.
Then we went to the nearby supermarket for chocolate, licorice and alcohol-free beer:

Very nice.
We watched a bit of soccer, I played my video game for a bit while my husband was playing his guitar and that was it for the day.
We were both super tired in the end.






