Category Archives: Because I’m A Girl

Altmühtal … and living is easy

I don’t need much time to state the obvious this time either: “I really love the Altmühl Valley. It feels so great to be here again. Let’s return in two years or so.”

He agrees. It is not only that we are proud of our daily proven paddling prowess :-), it is also that the Nature in the Altmühl Valley is wonderful and there are many great sights to see and things to do as we splish-splash downriver with our paddles, everything we need safely contained in our boat. Yes, even an alarm clock and a diary (You know, a small notebook with a pencil to write things in. A log, so to say.)

I am sure “Hiking in Kipfenberg Woods” does not make your heart beat faster, why should it, but I assure you this is one of the most beautiful places to sort of get lost in and just walk on, for hours. The soft, lush May everywhere, the strawberries, the birds … Wonderful.

“But your hollandaise is much better, even though this one is probably state of the art,” I mumble, my mouth full of asparagus. The next day, I will try to find out at this same restaurant, Der blaue Hecht, whether Bavarians can do vegan food. Yes, they can: my falafel was delicious AND they managed that without a hint of garlic 🙂

So when not sitting peacefully somewhere in Franken/Bavaria, walking around in the forests or paddling downriver like there was no tomorrow and waving to excited onlookers on the shores, we devoted our time to Roman relicts in the area, of which there are many to see. I especially loved the Roman thermae in Weißenburg and could imagine all the comforts to be had there. Not to forget the cleanliness!

Anyway, I know you are here for the photos, so here we go:

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I have done it.

So I went to my client’s event and loved it. Every minute of it.

But the way there …

It all started at home, of course.

My two-weeks-ago-carefully-put-together outfit fell out due to one fact I had ignored when doing the sartorial maths. Luckily, I conjured the next outfit on the spot, as you would, and I still had enough time to check it out. Unluckily, the second outfit wasn’t good enough, either. I did tell you I had nothing to wear?!?!

Like in a fairy tale, it was the third outfit, born out of necessity (aka 5 minutes to go) that was good enough and made me feel well, so off I went.

Only to find myself in an old train half an hour later, wondering whether the 3 guys next to me were going to drink all that beer and what the strap of my brand new bag was doing down there. They didn’t, they were rather nice while sipping their beer, and the strap had gotten somehow detached from the bag – without my help.That something like this should happen!

So now what? What now so? Now what so?

Ahhh, my brain cell went, you have some safety pins in your kaputted bag – use them. So I did. The bag lasted till I made the first few steps in the small town I had been headed to.

Do you know Karstadt? It’s one of those warehouses that are going to be abolished because we all shop cheap things online these days (like bags). Anyway, there was a Karstadt near the venue I was headed for and they sold me a most lovely bag within minutes, made all the sympathetic noises while I told them about my stupid old bag, didn’t wince when I used their surfaces to empty the old bag and fill the new one and wished me a nice evening.

I threw away the old bag, what else and had myself a nice evening.


What have I done?

For a reason I cannot put my finger on, I said Yes. Yes, I can.

Attend a Christmas party of a client’s. Next month.

Now I can’t believe I actually said yes.

The thing is, I am very happy in my moosing cave and don’t really want to leave it for other people. On the other hand, I really want to get to know the people I am in daily e-mail contact with. It cannot hurt.

So before an endless inner war broke out, I said yes.

Now I have nothing to wear.

And what am I going to talk about – work?

And what about my hair?

And how do I get there?

How do I get home?

Why did I say yes?!?

😆

😥


Nekoč, nekje

Sobotna ljubljanska jutra so bila pretežavna za kar koli drugega, zato sem še dopoldne pogosto odpešačila na železniško postajo.

Med potjo se nisem mogla izogniti razmišljanju o preteklem garaškem tednu, analiza, sinteza, projekcija, okej. Bo. Dobra stran garanja za plačevanje najemnine mladi pianistki, ki v Ameriki pazi otroke, da si lahko s fulbrajtom privošči študij, je vsesplošna življenjska amnezija. Čez teden moram drugim poklicno pripovedovati veliko tega in mi ni treba razmišljati še o sebi. Kaj šele o tem, da predavateljstvo tudi ni ta pravi poklic zame. Kaj pa naj bi? Najemnina, diplomiranka, lajf. Pika.

Na srečo mojih cajtngov drugi obiskovalci ljubljanske železniške postaje niso preveč cenili. Izbiro med Süddeutsche, Frankfurter Allgemeine in Zeit sem opravila kar na licu mesta; odvisno od privlačnosti člankov na prvi strani.

Oh, ti časi! Ko sem še verjela, da obstaja Nekje, kjer so se judje sposobni izraziti o čisto vsem, analitično, strastno, osebno, neosebno, v dolgih besedah in z vso potrebno kompleksnostjo. Mene so bili v nasprotju z vsem tem krasnim novim svetom naštrikali povsem preprosto, zato med drugim tudi takšnih fines kot “levi in desni cajtngi” takrat nisem obvladala, sploh. Glavno, da vsebujejo dolge besede in še daljše članke.

A ti to bereš?
Je zanimalo francoskega soseda v moji novi nemški vasi, ki je z okom petelinjim zagledal Spiegel v moji roki. Seveda, se mi hoče biti navdušena, veliko zanimivih člankov vsebuje, na žalost imam zaradi preveč dela časa samo za en sam cajtng, ma paše, pa četudi pred spanjem.

Včasih.
Mu oklevajoče odvrnem.
Ne morem si privoščiti iskrenega odgovora, na podeželju je po vseh izkušnjah sodeč bolje biti previden tudi glede branja in ljudi ohranjati neobveščeno prijazne.


OOTD9: Party Time!

I must admit I don’t find the fact that we occasionally organize our own parties, just for the two of us, strange in any way. After all, it is nice to have a relaxed talk or a relaxing silence with someone you know while eating well, drinking merrily and wearing party clothes noone will comment upon because they get worn only for this purpose. Like really high heels: Continue reading


Heute: Darjeeling mit Fettaugen.

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Fulda, because why not.

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Again …

‘Common, move closer, buddy!’

Taking his time to (maybe or maybe not) do my bidding and silently observing with one rolling eye how I go on pouring hot coffee all over my padded bra and shirt for a terribly long time while concentrating on my camera 

my buddy finally comes closer.

He’s a sight well worth the coffee stench for the rest of the afternoon. Continue reading


A Gender Bender,

 … first thing in the morning, no less.

  • “Dear Mrs. Client, I can deliver your translation next week.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Alcessa, that would be nice. Have a nice week.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Client, wish you a nice week, too.”
  • “Thank you. Actually, that would be Mr. Client, Nicolas being a French male name.”
  • “Oh, I am so sorry! I read your name as ‘Nicola’ … You know, I get called Mr. from time to time, too. Funny thing, no?”
  • “Yes, it happens all the time, no problem :-)”

Liar.


OOTD for better or worse

Published because of the obvious time-space and clothes proximity to Jana’s OOTD, who is ages my junior 🙂 Continue reading