Some things you just don’t plan on.
When I was over tutoring the little three-year old, her mom mentioned that the Stadtwerke-Fest was going on in the new Lustgarten. Ah, ok. Yet another weird German festival. Whatever.
Oh, and Super Tramp is playing.
I’m sorry, what?!
I briefly mention this fact to Kate who commences a freak out: “We’re going, right?!”
And so, I went to a Roger Hodgson, the Voice of Super Tramp, concert in the new Lustgarten.
Things I enjoyed outside of the music:
Persian carpets on the stage. We’re a classy bunch here in Potsdam.
The dumpster warning of loud music.
The fact that for the first time since arriving in Germany, it was actually warm enough to be outside into the evening without a winter jacket.
And I let that joy carry me away into a crazy fan. (I apologize, if in my attempt to fake being a rocker, I have accidentally flashed offensive signals.)