After some circles around the track, I wandered down a side road and came to this tiny restaurant called, Suien.
The restaurant sign had a picture of a Donkey on it so I’m thinking, Suien means Donkey in some language I am not familiar with such as Nepali or Indian. (But I could be wrong. I really don’t know)
It had the tiniest little kitchen with a stone oven.
The dishes were Nepali/Indian type dishes but the waitress told me that the homemade breads were made from German recipes. Interesting mix, yea?
Everything was very tiny and homey looking.
I ate and read some books they had stashed in the corner then I walked home. On this particular day, 6 slow miles were accomplished with photos and lunch stuck in the middle.
What can I say about this day? Sometimes when sad things happen it zaps my strength and I struggle to perform. What is not really my best, turns into my best. I just have to walk through it and make it count for as much as I possible can.
Keep your head up, Julia French