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Water is stronger than stone – then I can overcome my inner couch potato

The journey takes just under twenty-four hours – from Palo Alto (California) to San Gerardo de Rivas (Costa Rica). But everything runs smoothly. Almost everything. When I fly alone I always wish for a fine neighbor. A seatmate who is slim, smells like nothing (and if he smells, then please well), who is quiet and the most important thing: who is perfect to hold each others hands in case of a crash.  Continue reading “Water is stronger than stone – then I can overcome my inner couch potato”

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A new apartment. A new flight ticket. And eventually everything makes sense.

While you were wraping and unwraping (ideally not the same ones) Christmas presents I’ve packed moving boxes with our belongings. We have a new apartment! The lease of our old one in Sunnyvale expired and we had been looking for alternatives. We wanted to move a bit closer to Stanford – the Continue reading “A new apartment. A new flight ticket. And eventually everything makes sense.”

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Photography Class with David Coleman, at Pescadero Beach, California

Rrrrrrrrrring. 5:15 am. Yawn. I open my eyes. I can not see anything. Oh God. Oh, right. It’s still dark. I go to the bathroom and turn on the light. Still, can’t see nothing. Eyes are swollen. Uh-oh. But bravely I throw myself into the shower – after all, I want to be at the beach at sunrise. I got Continue reading “Photography Class with David Coleman, at Pescadero Beach, California”

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Joshua Tree National Park – Vacation in the desert

Boom! Hot! Perspiration! On December 29th! Yes, well, we’re in the desert, that’s right – you might expect some warmth … But last year we were in Death Valley. Also a desert. And it was pretty cold there and we had to freeze. So we were wiser this time and packed all fleece sweaters, scarves and hoods.

And now I’m in the desert Continue reading “Joshua Tree National Park – Vacation in the desert”

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L(ovely) G(reetings) from L(os) A(ngeles)

Beverly Hills…Santa Monica…Hollywood…Glitter…Glamor…Girls-Girls-Girls…
Girls-Girls-Girls??? I’m torn out of my thoughts.

“There…there is a nightclub. Girls Girls Girls it’s called. I thought teht da geschrieben. I thought something like a red-light-district is something like banned in the US?”

“Hmm, I think it’s okay when they call it a Cabaret Show.” thinks Matthias.

Cabaret-Show? Well, so the girls here have to be funny as well? As it were Stand-up Comedy… Continue reading “L(ovely) G(reetings) from L(os) A(ngeles)”