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Der Kaiserstuhl. 62 km. In 24 Stunden.

Oh, guck! Schon wieder die mit ihrer 24-Stunden-Wanderung! War am … 10 August? Das ist ja am Samstag … Benefiz-Wanderung … Kaiserstuhl … da war ich noch nie …erm … möchtest du?



Und so einfach ist frau wieder an allem schuld, nur weil sie dem Mann Geschichten von/aus dem Instagram erzählen wollte, wie immer am Wochenende.

Auch diesmal ging es herrlich aus, die Schuld.

Meistens habe ich es gemieden, während der Wanderung den anderen zu erzählen, 27 km seien mein Krakeel-Rekord. Waren ja auch viele echte Wanderer dabei, die schon einiges hinter sich hatten und die laue, dreiviertelmondbeschienene Sommernacht mit ihren interessanten Geschichten fühlten.

Wir begannen also um 13 Uhr in Ihringen, latschten rum wie bekloppt, hatten leckere Pausen mit Kaffee, Obst, Müsliriegel, Wasser …. Das Schwimmen in lokalen Weihern und YOGA nicht zu vergessen. Jep. Wir wurden zwischendurch von der netten A. durch Yoga-Übungen wieder aufgepeppelt und diese nahmen mir so richtig Gewicht von dem Buckel, Müdigkeit aus den Knochen und Falten von dem Gesicht. Nackte Füße im kalten Wasser und Yoga beim Wandern sind ab sofort meine Lieblingssachen des Sommers. Aber wo war ich geblieben? … Latschten rum wie bekloppt, noch bisschen, noch mehr, Abendessen, nette Gespräche, Latschen, Yoga, Latschen, Sonnenaufgang, dann war Frühstück, Yoga, und wir latschten, latschten, latschten … und kamen um 13 Uhr und paar Zerquetschte wieder in Ihringen an. Sekt, Kaffee, Obst, Fotos, Abschied von all den netten Menschen.

Hotel, Kaiserstuhler Wein, schlafen. Am Montag hatte ich bei der Fahrt nach Hause ein riesiges Hormonen-High – ich hoffe, mein Mann hat das Gezwitschere schon längst vergessen.

Diese Wanderung hatte allerdings auch ihre ernste Komponente, denn der Verein, für den wir wanderten und spenden durften, widmet sich jungen Menschen mit Krebs. Und wenn diese erzählen …


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Mal sehen, ob dieses Jahr noch die Challenge Nr. 4 drin ist. Sieht eher nach Stubentigerei aus …


Sleepless In Denmark

“Remember having asked me about possible reasons for not doing this anymore?” he says suddenly, unexpectedly. “This would be one. But we can avoid that in the future.”

He is right, of course: while we have started our paddling tour in Denmark before the school holidays begin, we should still have expected larger campsites to attract youngsters of a certain kind at any time. Certain kind means being able to tow unbelievable quantities of beer crates to the campsite and at the same time unable to get very far by paddling on the river, which is where the cars come in, at some later point.

And did I mention the Soccer World Cup was to start soon?

Anyway, we did not get much sleep in our tent that night, but I chose not to grow the huge bags under my eyes without a fight. I shared my personal opinion about the partying youngsters with my restless husband and didn’t spare him any details: I was quite sure the Danes understood enough German to know what my problem was. They did. And were soon making fun of my “Scheiße!”. Which was when the i-word was used. But before things got any worse, the idiots stopped singing, yelling and talking and went to sleep, leaving us to try to do the same.

At that point, we had done quite some paddling and really needed some rest, and I would have preferred to end the day by going through the lovely pictures of the magnificent Gudenå in my head, but river fans cannot be choosers, so.

Our tour had started in Skanderborg, a day later than planned because the wind was trying so hard to blow away the gravity of the water, as it often does. What else to do but to go shopping instead: Aarhus offered its facilities and we said thank you, though we almost ended up buying nothing. That is: I bought 2 outdoor jackets for next to nothing and left them in the car for the rest of the paddling tour, because I wasn’t concentrating properly.

The next day we could finally cross the peaceful lake Mossø – it had apparently lost all the will to try to kill us that was on such a magnificent display the day before. I felt victorious, for no reason at all, and we entered the Gudenå system.

In this system of lakes, connected by the river Gudenå we spent another five days, which were even better than we had expected them to be, though our last long ride was full of rain, cold clouds, damp cows on moisty pastures and – singing, yelling and talking Danish youngsters at our destination. They had moved to our last campsite by cars and joined another group or two. That evening, Denmark won the soccer match against Peru. And we slept like two logs.

“We shall return,” he says a few days after the tour. “We will pack some ear plugs and avoid the high season and campsites in bigger places, but we will return. The river is magnificent.”

It is.

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?!?



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

He’s Been To Prague. All I Got Is This Photo.


Favourite Album in 2014

Einstürzende Neubauten: Lament.

Bila je nagradna igra in zdaj je čas za zmagovalke

Na začetku najpomembnejše: HVALA za sodelovanje. Ne boste verjeli, včeraj popoldne in danes ves dan pri nas sveti SOLNCE! 😀

Čista, neverjetna moč čvekanja, kajneda? 😈

(Ne vem, če bom kdaj podrobno in iskreno napisala kaj o tem, kaj tako dolgotrajno pomanjkanje sonca povzroči pri meni … predvidevam, da imate dovolj (lastnih in drugih) zgodb o tem, kako je biti štirideset …)

Naslednja, enako pomembna zadeva: še enkrat se prisrčno in javno zahvaljujem vsem, ki ste me zadnje čase zasipali z darilci … Tokrat bi se svečano odpovedala naštevanju, opisovanju in slikanju, saj je včasih prav posebej lepo, posamezne razveselitve ohraniti zase (menda velja tudi za blogerke :-), no, vsaj jaz sem glede tega čudna in včasih želim ostati nenaravno privat v svojem veselju 🙂 .

Moj dragi je danes zjutraj trikrat zaporedoma segel v črno platneno vrečko z napisom “Karlsruhe” in iz nje enega za drugim izvlekel tri zložene lističe, jaz pa sem nanje napisala zaporedno številko obelodanjenja:


Komaj sem čakala, da razkrijem zmagovalko.

Zmagovalka je:

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A Good Reason 2013 Is Going To Be Beautiful

Pantone, reportedly the global authority on colors, has announced the Color of the Year for 2013. And I love it.

It is officially called Pantone 17-5641, but we may want to refer to it as Emerald.

I have been buying more and more green clothes during the last few years (Ha und Em happily providing me with them) and I am quite excited to get one or two in emerald. When my self-imposed shopping ban is over, of course.

A New Addiction On the Horizon

“I haven’t seen anything like this before!?! You put in the first one after a few times and the second one at the very first try?!? And you really haven’t worn contact lenses before?”

“Nope.” I tell him the truth, and then: “Oh, hello, world! Wow. This is … It’s great! Wow!”

And just like that, I am happy, exhilarated even. What a feeling!  The illusion of seeing well with my eyes only is overwhelming.Wow.

“Look, I usually charge 25 € for this, per person, but since I haven’t had any work with her, because she put her lenses in immediately, I’m gonna charge both of you for only one check and consultation.”

So the nice guy telling me all about contact lenses was serious when he said I’d learnt it very fast. Very well.

“I’m gonna need a pair of new sunglasses.” I tell my hubby, grinning happily.

“I don’t understand that. I mean: I can’t do it like you said, because there’s a step in there, on one side. Where does it come from, I wonder.”

“Don’t worry, just cut it short. I’ve had short hair many times before and I like it.”

“OK, but where does the length difference come from. I mean-“

“No, it wasn’t one of you. To tell you the truth, it was me. I was working too much and wanted desperately to get my hair cut but I had no time. So I did it myself.”

I am actually blushing a bit, but she’s relieved. And a few minutes later, my haircut is all it should be. Though my hubby would have preferred it shorter, I feel I am old enough for some hair to put behind the ears with an elegant gesture, like a lady should, if she feels like it. Or something.