„It was so nice when we were allowed to make music under the gazebo. We sat together, jammed, and laughed. It was real, it felt so good.“ It’s getting dark. I only see his cigarette light up once in a while, the stars above, and the headlights of the trucks rushing by on the highway. …
I’m sitting at the big window in our current Airbnb in France. It’s been 6 months since we got back from our US trip. 6 months in which a lot has happened, but not much writing. I’m not sure if until now my mind had already arrived at the last part of our US trip …
I am running down to the shore, half stumbling to the sand that gives way underneath my feet. „I missed you, I missed you so much,“ I am shouting, half in honesty, half in fun. The Pacific. The largest and deepest of our oceans. My ocean. I always joke that people have a favorite ocean. …
Bridge and I had been to Yosemite 4 1/2 years ago. It was February, and the park was covered in snow. We had pulled in at the small parking ground at the end of the valley. The only open hike was one towards some kind of waterfall, I can’t even remember the name. The Ponderosa …
“Don’t just hit the big National Parks, also go to the smaller State Parks,” I hear Byron’s voice echoing in my head when we made Zion our stop. I find it fascinating how quickly special places become big tourist magnets. Not just with National Parks. And yet, although paved roads, oversized RVs, shuttle buses, and …
The days passed by quickly at West Bijou. Checking on the bison at sunrise became meditation, a morning ritual I will miss. Together with the others, I dove deeper into Holistic Management and learned more than I could have wished for – from the place, the animals, and the people. Byron facilitated our questions and …
I walk over to the boulder where the little pointy guy is growing, right at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. I’ve never seen a cactus growing on a rock in the forest, right next to evergreens. „We’re in the High Desert,“ Jason tells me. During our hike I stop again and again to investigate …
Sitting by the water. A cold morning dip.Nothing but the wind.The pier floats softly.Here is where I need to be. At the first good sight of the sea,We naturally slow down our steps.Or is it just me?It’s here, by the water.It has always been here. Is evolution telling us?„Come back to me.Come back to where …
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When Bridget suggested staying a month in Bremen to have easy access to groceries, a bigger train station, and an airport, my mind went to the only time I’d been to Bremen. Which was a very boring experience. I was absolutely surprised by how much I liked the city. Moving out of the Airbnb after …
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I am still awake. The sun has set for half an hour now and I can hear the waves just over the dunes while I am staring at the ceiling of the van. We are lying with our heads towards the back of the car like we did from day one. We discussed for a …
Read more “Day and night in a van [Woolleys Bay, 27.01.2020]”