The Perfect MomentNo one would think that a business trip to Weilburg, Germany sounds romantic, but a perfect moment took me by surprise there one spring afternoon. I found the Schlosshotel Weilburg.
Perched high on a cliff carved out by a horseshoe curve in the Lahn River, the castle and inner town were perfectly defended. A cafe in the town square captured my fancy. Since my stomach was still on American time, my early arrival promised that I had the place to myself.
The menu offered simple fare. The yellow splash of freshly harvested Pfefferlinge mushrooms in white cream sauce looked like the afternoon sun had just settled itself down on my plate to join me in celebrating the end of another beautiful day in the Lahn valley. When the little morsels were gone, a lovely waitress who I hadn't noticed before came and cleared my setting. I wondered what she thought of the day. Still at work, could she enjoy the warm sun, the sweet breeze, and the luxury of doing absolutely nothing? I felt sorry for her. She was so pretty yet she looked forlorn, as if she knew what she was missing.
She sat down at my table. No one else was around. She looked off and, as if she were able to somehow derive from me all that I felt at that moment, she leaned towards me ever so slightly and whispered, "So schön." Then she sighed, absentmindedly let the bill slip from her hand, and walked away. Ah, so beautiful.