A Retreat To Normalcy

After any long travel, my body always reminds me how important rest is. Correspondingly, I never seem to listen. Even though I arrived back from Cape Town only last Tuesday, I’ve felt this urge to be productive, go to the gym, attend yoga courses, meet new people, and do all of the things. And if…

That woman knows who I am and loves me anyways

Never again will I underestimate South African winter. Never again. I wasn’t really here for the biting cold temperatures and freezing feet that I continue to endure. I was here for the all-together worthwhile task of visiting my far away boyfriend, Jim. There’s a lot of literature on the merits and perils of a long…

Is There A Limit to How Many Stroopwafels You Can Eat?

Answer: No. There is no limit to the amount of stroopwafels you can eat, as long as you do it in the Dutch way. What does that mean? The locals here have a saying: “God schept geen mond, of hij schept er ook brood.”¬†Or in English: Try not to worry so much about the future….

The Art of the Settle

Whenever moving accommodation is involved, I am inordinately focused on one thing: settling in. Hauling luggages and bags doesn’t matter to me as much as putting everything in an appropriate spot. What do I mean by that? I want to move my workouts to a time that’s suitable for my new routine. When should I…

den Haag, the Hague or ‘s-Gravenhage?

Three days have passed since I moved myself 700 km from Berlin to the Hague and I’m still not sure which name is exactly correct. Work doesn’t begin until next week, so these past couple days have felt more like vacation than anything. I’m glad to be validated in knowing I made the right choice…

Brunch and Book Club

Questing for fluffy challah, and soaking it in eggy mixture to be fried on the stove brings warm nostalgia to my heart. I can’t say whether it’s the challah, french toast aspect or simply cooking for other people that I love the most – but it’s absolutely my favourite way to start the day. In…

Back to Berlin

Back in Berlin among the Kebab shops and bone-biting cold wind, I cant help the smile that crosses my face. I’m home again. The last couple weeks of the holidays were spent in Capetown and Durban, two cities as far away from Berlin that I could imagine (13,000 km to be exact). Exploring new exciting…

Another Year, Another Weihnachtszeit

Almost at the end of 2016, and we’ve hit Weihnachtszeit or as they say in English: Christmas time. Solemn reflections for how politically-upside-down this year has been can be saved for New Years: also I don’t particularly feel like bringing down the Christmas mood so early in the day (It’s only 8:55am here in South…

Christmas Travels and New Beginnings

Now that I’m reading the title of this post again, it’s looking a bit more cliche than I would like. I realise that I haven’t written a “personal” post in quite some time. Excuses, while I do have them, aren’t exactly the way I want to start out: so let me give you some background…