A Postcard A Day - Tuesday 2 March 2021 - T for Tuesday and Second on the 2nd.

 Hello lovely people, 

I hope you are all well and ready for the T-Party hosted by Elizabeth and Bluebeard. 

I am showing you a postcard from Germany today. It features a travel poster from 1905 for the island of Sylt. It shows a map of the island and a train time table from Berlin to Sylt.

 Sylt is a German island in the Frisian archipelago in the North Sea. (Close to Denmark)

 It’s known for its long beaches, resorts and the Wadden Sea mudflats on the eastern side.  What you see on the photo are beach chairs with their back to the wind.

Since 1927, Sylt has been connected to the mainland by the Hindenburgdamm,  a causeway with a railway line on top.  (Not visible on my postcard as it didn't exist yet). 

In later years, it has been a resort for the German jet set and tourists in search of occasional celebrity sightings.

Since the mid-18th century, the vowel in the name of the island has been represented as "y" for unknown reasons, while older spellings are Sildt and Silt, allegedly derived from Danish sild "herring", or maybe related to English silt.

Sylt is mentioned in a pangram, a sentence that uses each letter in the German alphabet, including every umlaut (ä, ö, ü) plus the ß: Victor jagt zwölf Boxkämpfer quer über den großen Sylter Deich ("Victor chases twelve boxers across the Great Levee of Sylt").

The island was used during the filming of The Ghost Writer, as an alternate location for Martha's Vineyard, due to the film's director, Roman Polanski being unable to travel to the United States, due to an outstanding arrest warrant for rape. 

The ferry between the islands of Sylt and Rømø, the MS SyltExpress, features prominently in the film.  

The stamp is colourful and features a baby 'Haselmaus', or a hazel dormouse. 

They are so cute. I love field mice. In our cave house in the country we occasionally get one inside. You get things like that when you live in the country. They are so tiny too.

The above photos (except the postcard and the stamp), and a lot of the info comes from Wikipedia.

Most of you will know that my dear hubby has had surgery last Friday. (He has been diagnosed with bowel cancer.) Because of Covid I am not allowed to visit him. That's hard, but we talk on FaceTime a few times a day and I am keeping myself busy getting the house ready for when he comes home. He is doing OK. He will probably be discharged at the end of the week, although he has not been out of bed yet and still has lots of tubes, drips and drains attached to him. 

This is what they have been feeding him: Ensure, a nutritional drink. He was admitted on the 10th of Feb and has not been allowed to eat solids, poor chap.

I think the Ensure will have to be my T-party qualifier.

Because I don't think he'll be able to manage the stairs, I'm planning to get the downstairs flat ready. But there is no heating. (We only use it in the summer). So I remembered we have an almond shell burner in the wood shed:

Tomorrow a friend of ours will come and make a hole in the wall for the chimney pipe. He will install the stove, which three young men will manoeuvre down the steps (also tomorrow). I will give it a little (big) clean up and we're ready to go.

This one kicks out a lot of heat. It also works with olive pips and also with pellets.

Today being the 2nd of the month, Elizabeth and Bluebeard invite us to post a blogpost that has already been published once before. Here is mine from the 17th of March 2015:

Trip to Italy with nothing but snow!

We’ve just come back from an exciting week in Italy. We went to see our little grandson, who is now 4 months old. He was being baptized so we traveled there for the occasion.

It was a long journey: a long bus ride from Baza to Malaga (4 hours), then a two and a half hour flight to Rome. From Rome another 3 hour bus ride to Chieti, only it took us 5 hours because of the snow. It was snowing heavily and the bus almost didn’t make it, but they have special tires and with much delay we finally arrived at midnight. My son came to pick us up in a 4x4 to take us to his home. That was another arduous journey of about an hour and we made it to the outskirts of their town from where we had to walk (with suitcases) through the snow to the house as the streets were not accessible by car.

 Here is a photo of me looking out of the window of the house we were staying in, and another snow photo. I know that our Canadian friends will laugh at this but we live in sunny Spain and are not used to this amount of snow.

Meeting my grandson was a delight! He is a cheeky chappie, all smiles.

I had bought a nice outfit for the baptism with high heeled shoes, but what I eventually wore were a jumper, trousers and boots (because of the snow).

The baptism was on the 8^th of March, which also is International Women’s Day. The restaurant where we went for dinner after church, had vases of mimosa on every table. Mimosa being (in Italy at least) the symbol of women’s day. I remember always buying a twig of mimosa for my girl friends on that day.

Thanks for visiting my page,

Happy T-Day!

See you soon and God bless!

Lisca