Sunday, April 28:
These are the first words written at the Fantaisie.
Telegram from R.; he is worried that I have not yet signaled our departure, so I resolve to set off tomorrow. Much work in consequence, and letters besides.
Said goodbye to Countess Bassenheim. Then went to see Vreneli's baby at the farm; last journey home by boat. Idyllic impression.
In the evening, prolonged ramble through the whole of Tribschen, full of gratitude to the gods for granting me such happiness here; it was always lovely, even the difficult times.