Carpenter File 9:Café Tomaselli
A brief copy of my journal entry from last Thursday:
I love it here in Salzburg more than I could possible describe. I’m sitting at a corner table at Café Tomaselli drinking my Einspanner – traditional Salzburg drink consisting of black very strong coffee and whip cream. Mmmm Mmmm good!! I’m wearing my favorite brown jacket and jeans and feeling very European because I successfully ordered in German! The man across from me is smoking a cigar and reading the paper. My waiter is an energetic man in a bow tie, he’s wearing small wire rim glasses and his hair is beginning to grey. He’s talking to the sweet little elderly lady at the center table. She’s drinking a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette. Her pale pink nail poish is glittering in the light from the small crystal chandeliers. The large wooden colums in the center of the room have coats hanging all around them from coffee drinkers shedding layers from the cool muggy outdoors. The lights flicker on the intricate molding of the ceiling and the spotless granite table tops. Old portraints of long forgotten patrons stare greedily as the waitresses in their crisp white pinafores walk briskly by carrying thwir trays of chocolate delacasies. The lady in the corner makes me laugh. She is wearing a blazing hot pink jacket and with flashy black jewlrey topped off with huge sunglasses. She is probably in her early sixties. There is a dog leash tied to her chair and on the end of it is an obese pug spraled out underneath her table. The whole scene is just funny to watch.
Its moments like these that are my favorites. They make me so thankful to be in the midst of this European experience. I kind of feel like Sabrina when she is in Paris and learning so much about herself and about life. I have to laugh at some of my old journal entries from the beginning of the summer. So much of what concerns me is so trivial and temporal. God just continues to reveal to me himself and to show me how I must live my life. Living in light of enternity can be so difficult when all the day to day frustrations compile on my ever complicated and much to busy life. Europe has been a place to step away from that into the unknown, the unscheduled, and the unrushed. A time to look and my life and really see whats important. A place to stand and gaze towards the future and try to make it out through the haze. The fog is beginning to clear and that is both exciting and scarry all at the same time. I mean in less than two years I’ll be on my own! But I know that I can rest in the shelter of my Savior and my Lord who has been so patient and faithful to lead me thus far. So even when I don’t know where I’m going I can trust in my guide.
I love it here in Salzburg more than I could possible describe. I’m sitting at a corner table at Café Tomaselli drinking my Einspanner – traditional Salzburg drink consisting of black very strong coffee and whip cream. Mmmm Mmmm good!! I’m wearing my favorite brown jacket and jeans and feeling very European because I successfully ordered in German! The man across from me is smoking a cigar and reading the paper. My waiter is an energetic man in a bow tie, he’s wearing small wire rim glasses and his hair is beginning to grey. He’s talking to the sweet little elderly lady at the center table. She’s drinking a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette. Her pale pink nail poish is glittering in the light from the small crystal chandeliers. The large wooden colums in the center of the room have coats hanging all around them from coffee drinkers shedding layers from the cool muggy outdoors. The lights flicker on the intricate molding of the ceiling and the spotless granite table tops. Old portraints of long forgotten patrons stare greedily as the waitresses in their crisp white pinafores walk briskly by carrying thwir trays of chocolate delacasies. The lady in the corner makes me laugh. She is wearing a blazing hot pink jacket and with flashy black jewlrey topped off with huge sunglasses. She is probably in her early sixties. There is a dog leash tied to her chair and on the end of it is an obese pug spraled out underneath her table. The whole scene is just funny to watch.
Its moments like these that are my favorites. They make me so thankful to be in the midst of this European experience. I kind of feel like Sabrina when she is in Paris and learning so much about herself and about life. I have to laugh at some of my old journal entries from the beginning of the summer. So much of what concerns me is so trivial and temporal. God just continues to reveal to me himself and to show me how I must live my life. Living in light of enternity can be so difficult when all the day to day frustrations compile on my ever complicated and much to busy life. Europe has been a place to step away from that into the unknown, the unscheduled, and the unrushed. A time to look and my life and really see whats important. A place to stand and gaze towards the future and try to make it out through the haze. The fog is beginning to clear and that is both exciting and scarry all at the same time. I mean in less than two years I’ll be on my own! But I know that I can rest in the shelter of my Savior and my Lord who has been so patient and faithful to lead me thus far. So even when I don’t know where I’m going I can trust in my guide.
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