After a quite glorious autumn, we had our first proper snow here in Munich this last weekend and the nights have even been downright blustery. Seems ungrateful to complain about it, though, considering it’s been so beautiful thus far. And a stormy day can be delightful in its own way. Insert cliche about there… Continue reading That golden hour
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Their brogues and their cheer and their utter joy
I’ve connected with friends via social media and even met quite a few people face-to-face who I’d first connected with online. I was rather active on twitter back before it seemed to be mostly brands and marketing accounts, and between that and writing a tea blog, I made the acquaintance of quite a few… Continue reading Their brogues and their cheer and their utter joy
up up up the stairs in Verona
Straight from late summer into what feels like winter, we’ve somehow missed autumn entirely. The leaves are yellowed and fall magnificently, but the temperature is blustery. My thoughts are down south in Italy where I’m sure it’s not only warmer but they’re eating particularly good ice cream while maneuvering the cobble-stoned streets. One of the… Continue reading up up up the stairs in Verona
How did the American get on the roof of the toilet?
This blog has been only about refugees lately, and as much as I’m still obsessed with the topic (more on that another time), there’s so much else going on. Other things need to be dealt with. And quickly. For example: people climbing objects in public & standing on said objects. Like in the photo… Continue reading How did the American get on the roof of the toilet?
Don’t look at the photo of his lifeless body on the beach unless you’re prepared to do something about it
There’s a photo from Reuters that’s all over the web today. Has been for a few days already, and it’s disturbing. It’s not at all nice. It’s the opposite of nice, even. It’s a shot of a little boy who’s drowned & washed up on the beach. I’m not putting it here, but I… Continue reading Don’t look at the photo of his lifeless body on the beach unless you’re prepared to do something about it
Another chapter in the book of Fafa
The last week has been filled with adventures while my mother was in Germany. She made her annual European trip, which included a week in France, and then she and I met up in Strasbourg before our return to Munich. She loves Munich – as I’ve often mentioned here, we lived here in the… Continue reading Another chapter in the book of Fafa
At the Marienplatz in the wee hours
Before even most locals are awake & certainly the tourists are still dozing, this might be the nicest time of day to be wandering through the streets of Munich. The light is certainly nice for photos, and there’s an expectancy in the air. What might this day in Bavaria’s capital hold in store… Continue reading At the Marienplatz in the wee hours
Somehow empty without her
Joking about the statue having her own action figure on social media, I got plenty of questions about exactly where she was. At the entrance to the western side of the Ludwigsbrücke that goes over the Isar River in Munich there are several pylons, each of which has its own statue. There are two… Continue reading Somehow empty without her
I ate the Donut Burger, so you wouldn’t have to
Food trucks have made their way to Munich. They’re not quite brand new, but they’re relatively fresh on the scene. So, there was an event today called Circus of Food, and there I was with Ella and Louis wandering from food truck to food truck trying to make the most of my choice. What delicacy… Continue reading I ate the Donut Burger, so you wouldn’t have to
they’ve just locked away their goods for the rest of the weekend
Reading more blogs about living in Germany, I’m noticing there’s quite a lot of material I’ve not even bothered to cover here. When you live somewhere long enough, even as an outsider, you begin to take local oddities for granted. Last week, for example, I was rushing out the door to grab some milk,… Continue reading they’ve just locked away their goods for the rest of the weekend