All twelve months I spent in Austria are neatly documented on here, but by now we’re seven months further in time and it feels wrong to just jump into the current reality without anything about those seven months. Besides that, this current reality of working at home and corona quarantine leaves me with enough time to do so. Keep dancing, keep safe. Read more »
STAY HOME AND DANCE.
I guess April will be a month of dreaming of the waves, dancing in the living room and enjoying the sun from the balcony. Instead of being bored and frustrated, April can be a month of trying new things, reinforcing good habits, ticking the things off the to do list that have been on there too long and living more slowly. You know, be zen like the flying pig just floating in space. Read more »
I cannot believe that this is the last part of the ESC-diary in retrospect series. Month number 12, August 2019, the last month I spent in Austria. I can honestly say that it was the best year of my life and that I think back to this adventure with nothing but love and warm feelings. I really fell in love with Vorarlberg and I cannot wait to go back there. Read more »
Usually, I go straight into the diary part, but I think that July requires some introduction, some context. The first half of the month was 100% filled with the World Gymnaestrada 2019 (and a teeny tiny bit of sleep) and the second half was filled with traveling and being away; the biggest possible contrast in one month. Before I go into the World Gymnaestrada and the week before it started, I’ll show you some photos to give you an impression of what it looks like, later on there are also two videos to make it a little bit more tangible. However, I do not think that any pictures or videos can transmit the feeling that is tied to that week; it is something you have to experience in person.
All credits for the Gymnaestrada-photos below, as well as the photo above here, go to Fototeam DIGITAL Wolfurt. They did a great job capturing all the beautiful people and moments. Read more »
I have officially been walking around on this earth for a quarter of a century. If I were a piece of clothing, I might already be vintage. Or at least retro. I celebrated it couch potato-grandma-style, by baking a pumpkin cake and petting cats. Just to reaffirm that I’m old now, you know? Anyway, here’s twenty five years for you.
- Year 1. On a cloudy Thursday with lots of wind I entered the world, probably screaming because of the unsatisfying results of the local elections the day before. We took some family photos later that year, but I refused to cooperate and made funny faces.
- Year 2. I got accidentally – at least in their version of the story – locked in a car on a warm summer day together with the key in front of a drugstore. Being the capable one-year old I was, I couldn’t open the door by myself, so my dad had to come home from work to ‘save’ the baby.
- Year 3. I thought it would be super cool to play hide and seek with my mother, without telling her in advance. I hid so well that my mother thought I had run away/been kidnapped.