A Yellow Cabriolet Convertible
We picked it up in Amsterdam.
After folding back the top we drove
through tulip fields, passed windmills
in flooding sunlight up the Rhine to
Lichtenstein. Our hearts pulsed with delight.
After seeing Alpine-wonder’s sights,
we traveled to Bern and saw the Old Town
and its fast-flowing river Aare, with its blue-green
icy waters rushing by. Inspired, we moved on
to Southern France, then to Spain. O sun-filled time!
At Villa Franca de Panares we lunched on soup of
squid in its own ink, and sautéed octopus—“Wow!”
Next stop: Valencia, where we rented in the
town center a furnished flat. Our neighbor?
a bullfight-arena where people weekly roared.
To our surprise it got cold, we had to bundle up
within because no heat to keep us warm
from head to feet to toes. All this, and more
we did, on a trip through Europe
—with joy—and why? We had the wisdom
to buy a Volkswagen Cabriolet.
-- eva-maria hogrefe --