Here in Germany the big day of the celebration is the 24th. We wanted to visit my inlaws this year. Everything was packed, my hubby just went to wash his car before we started.
Well, I had to stay behind. I got a big dose of feeling unwell just when he left. All the 24th and the morning hours of the 25th I spend between bed and toilet. I am grateful that I was able to stay behind.
Today - will be remembered as the day no train reached or left Hannover main station in the morning. You are right - no train. With luck I got on a bus to the next train station, got my train and reached work more than one hour late.
But today will also be remembered as the day it was cold - below zero.
And it was white outside. I took this pic out of the train when it waited to let other trains pass by.
Prag, die goldene Stadt. Und ich Döspaddel vergesse mein Kamerakabel. Also bleiben die Bilder in meiner Kamera und landen erstmal nicht hier.
Die Anreise mit der Bahn verlief ruhig und gemächlich. Die Grenze nahm man kaum wahr. Es gibt keine Grenzkontrollen mehr. Aber man kann die Grenze "riechen". In Tschechien wird mehr mit Holz bzw. Gaseinzelöfen als in Deutschland geheizt - und das merkt man am Geruch.
Gestern traf sich unsre Reisegruppe dann zum ersten mal im Hotel. Wir hatten uns für eine "geführte" Reise entschieden, da wir des tschechischen nicht mächtig sind. Und es wurde abends bei brennenden Becherovka (Kräuterschnaps) gleich lustig.
Die Mischung macht's halt. Gutes Essen (mittags das vegetarische Restaurant), gute Unterhaltung (dafür sorgt die Gruppe) und gute Aussichten (dafür sorgt Prag)..., was will man/frau mehr?
Today I had to go and get myself new documents at the city office coz I will change my name with the marriage. And although it has not happened yet I had to write for the first time my soon to be new name. I decided not to tell anybody about the upcoming marriage.
How would you like to marry? Or how did you marry?
I want to marry with just my soon to be husband around. Just us two.
Last time I married I had to invite my whole family and neighbours and so on.
We had a big wedding with city hall and church and white dress and big party.
... or better just joking around. I did not do much else than watching tv yesterday. Something I very seldom do.
And today I slept long. Took a lovely walk to the bakery and had fresh rolls for breakfast.
I made myself one of my favorite dishes for lunch. And made enough to have some leftovers for dinner.
When reading the newspaper today I saw I could go to two different art sales in town.
Last year I visited both. This year I decided to visit the one I liked best last year. It is a little sale near the place I live. Artists from the area sell there things. They had bags, baskets, knitted things, silver jewels...
I bought a big basket as a birthday present for my boyfriend. I really had to scratch my coins to get the payment together. So learn, never leave the house without a lot of money when going to artsales.
Dann sprach Almitra: Wir möchten nun nach dem Tod fragen.
Und er sagte:
Ihr möchtet das Geheimnis des Todes kennenlernen.
Aber wie werdet ihr es finden, wenn ihr es nicht im Herzen des Lebens sucht?
Die Eule, deren Nachtaugen am Tag blind sind, kann das Mysterium des Lichtes nicht entschleiern. Wenn ihr wirklich den Geist des Todes schauen wollt, öffnet eure Herzen weit dem Körper des Lebens. Denn Leben und Tod sind eins, so wie der Fluss und das Meer eins sind. In der Tiefe eurer Hoffnungen und Wünsche liegt euer stilles Wissen um das Jenseits; Und wie Samen, der unter dem Schnee träumt, träumt euer Herz vom Frühling. Traut den Träumen, denn in ihnen ist das Tor zur Ewigkeit verborgen. Eure Angst vor dem Tod ist nichts als das Zittern des Hirten, wenn er vor dem König steht, der ihm zur Ehre die Hand auflegen wird. Freut sich der Hirte unter seinem Zittern nicht, dass er das Zeichen des Königs tragen wird? Doch gewahrt er sein Zittern nicht viel mehr? Denn was heißt sterben anderes, als nackt im Wind zu stehen und in der Sonne zu schmelzen? Und was heißt es nicht mehr zu atmen anderes, als den Atem von seinen rastlosen Gezeiten zu befreien, damit er emporsteigt und sich entfaltet und ungehindert Gott suchen kann?
Nur wenn ihr vom Fluss der Stille trinkt, werdet ihr wirklich singen. Und wenn ihr den Gipfel des Berges erreicht habt, dann werdet ihr anfangen zu steigen. Und wenn die Erde eure Glieder fordert, dann werdet ihr wahrhaft tanzen.
Nothing could have gotten me out of my state of despair these last days. Well, nothing is the wrong word, coz there was something. It was something small, something i could not control, something money could not buy... There were short shots of happieness: When I saw black birds against the sky, the red sun behind clouds, the colourful autumn leaves; when a fresh breeze touched my face like a friendly hand...
Well, I think it can explain a lot when you find a cucumber in your backpack one week after buying. Yes, the backpack I carry each day with me. Yes, I carried a salad cucumber one (!) whole week with me - each day.
I do not know what you like to eat, but here noodles are alltimes a great dinner. We usual have several different sorts at home and nearly each Saturday it is our meal by choice.
Today I tried something special. I have a new cooking book. It is about Italian cuisine. And it had a recipe for noodles. So I tried noddle dough. It was easy done. I formed the noodles and put them in a bowl for drying.
Well, I guess the bowl was not the best idea. Only some dried and the rest formed a big sort of a round stucture. So I had to form the big mass again and tis time i gave each noodle a place for its own. Tomorrow is Saturday. Our meal of choice? Homemade noodles.
I never know how one can have enough cookies. Here selfmade cookies seem to be inhaled. I made a quick recipe for oatmeal cookies. It is really fast, you do not need much for it and they are delicious. Well, I have to say the last batch was eaten in a swoop. To not coming in conflict with my diet - my sister told me one cookie one point of 18 I am allowed per day - I made big cookies (8 cookies out of a recipe for 50). So I have no problem to get them fit into my diet. Now I have to run - they smell delicious...
Sometimes my ramblings seem to make no sense at all.
I am on holiday - let's enjoy it....
Well, a crazy thing but it is very hard for me to enjoy something.
It is hard to feel proud of something.
It is hard for me to tell my wishes.
I can only explain it with the old story of how I was brought up.
I think it is a story I share with a lot of people.
My parents are/were loving people, but they had their difficulties.
One difficulty they had was that they wanted me to fulfill their standard of dreams.
I was the one they wanted to be the best, most loveable, beloved daughter.
They could not tolerate when I had an other opinion.
I can still recall the time my mother told me to stop laughing in public coz an aunt had told her my laughing was not nice (comparing my laughter with the bellow of goats). Or the time I had to stop playing cards with my family coz it bothered my mother that i won very often (just luck, no cheating).
It is very hard to believe that I am loveable. That I do not have to be the best alltimes. That I need not to work harder. That I am o.k. how I am.