When friends invite you to their wedding party, you don’t say no. Especially not when it is on Madeira. What better reason is there to go than to finish a week of holidays with a splendid festival of two of your friends‘ love. And it gets even better if you don’t go alone but bring 10 friends and live together in one house.
Last year was a good year when it comes to travelling. Not only was I so lucky to see the amazing Iceland with Doro, thanks to her identity as an international woman of mystery she could bring me along to Japan as well.
And so I left Europe for the first time ever on an international flight to Tokyo.
Whoa it has been a long time.
Welcome back, me.
I brought something special to make up for the long silence. Photos from the most beautiful place I ever visited. Iceland.
A while ago I got an email asking me if I would like to join a secret surprise party in Paris.
Alix missed out on celebrating the big thirty last year and so her sisters decided to make up for that by inviting all her friends to a secret surprise party in Paris. As we wanted to go to Paris for a while now, Doro and I happily accepted the invite. And we took Nadia and Anna with us.
Although I was born in the far west of Germany with its knives and karneval and other nonsense, I was raised from young age in Wilmersdorf. I was lucky to living close to the far cooler Schöneberg, so I could escape the quarter with an age average of around 246 from time to time.
Yesterday and today I revisited Wilmersdorf. There is no real reason to go there, except for visiting parents and looking at stuff in stores.
We made scones. I bought a graphic novel. We went to Potsdam and back again. I smiled at a lot of babies. I frowned at Neukölners. I engulfed a burger referencing Schiller’s work. I met new people. I liked it.
Neukölln is weird place.
Every now and then you get this idea. An idea that you would not follow under any other circumstance. But for reasons you might never understand you still keep the idea and actually treat like it was a good one, an idea that will result in fun and a good time for you and your friends. But it is in fact pretty much the opposite of it.
It just was a great weekend.
Disclaimer: Contains fictional interpretation of real events.
This morning — while the cats happily slept on different body parts — I was pulled out of my dreams by Andy ringing my phone. Barely awake I heard him talking about some photography playground. He wanted me to come there. As I oppose any photographing of children in playgrounds I politely but firmly declined his offer. He then had to go, I guess he was overheard by the many women in his house.
I turned over, pulled a cat under the blanket and held it there until it stopped fighting me. Everything was fine. I went back to sleep.
After a rather mediocre day on Wednesday the third and last day was really good again. We started with an okay talk about creative commons but then stumbled into this guy explaining how to use everything of a pig. Meat, bones, nose, intestines… you name it, they use it. I was amazed by the craftsmanship of this guy when cutting up the whole pig.