<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Weekend on On the road.</title><link>https://blog.ruurd.de/tags/weekend/</link><description>Recent content in Weekend on On the road.</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.ruurd.de/tags/weekend/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>City Tour by Accident</title><link>https://blog.ruurd.de/posts/englisch/blogeintrag-6/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.ruurd.de/posts/englisch/blogeintrag-6/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="city-tour-by-accident"&gt;City Tour by Accident&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Monday, nothing unusual. Work, project, routine. Afterwards, my girlfriend picked me up — and I accidentally became a tour guide.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We wandered through the city centre until we found ourselves standing in front of the Catedral-Basílica. I tried to remember what our guide Diego had told us during the first week about the square and the cathedral — and did my best to pass on the highlights. Then I showed her the two bombs inside, along with the impact craters still visible in the ceiling today.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Coffee, Carrefour and Everyday Life</title><link>https://blog.ruurd.de/posts/englisch/blogeintrag-5/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.ruurd.de/posts/englisch/blogeintrag-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes a day is just a day. No big experience, no grand revelation — and yet, somehow, something always happens.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="settling-into-the-routine"&gt;Settling into the Routine&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slept short, got up slow. The day started at its own pace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One thing stood out right away: the tram to work is more relaxed than expected. Get on, sit down, get off — done. No transfers, no long walks. Compared to my previous place, that&amp;rsquo;s already a small win.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moving, Holy Week, and a Burger Festival</title><link>https://blog.ruurd.de/posts/englisch/blogeintrag-4/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.ruurd.de/posts/englisch/blogeintrag-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you forget you&amp;rsquo;re only living somewhere temporarily — until you pack your bags again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wednesday was moving day. I had to vacate the transitional apartment by 5 PM, so I wrapped up early, cleaned, tidied — left it the way I&amp;rsquo;d found it. Then the taxi came.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The new place is a student hotel: lots of rooms, lots of students, far less anonymity than before. That has its advantages. On the other hand, the room is smaller, the kitchenette covers the basics — and a few things are still missing. No pot, no kitchen cloth. Small things, but you notice them right away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>