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HOW TO TRAVEL THE WORLD. WITH WORDS, PICTURES AND STARS.

I’m not a big fan of inspirational quotes. Some speak to me, but add a sunset or ladybug as backdrop and you have lost me. Mind you, I’m also not a big fan of poetry in general. Maybe I’m lacking a gene that you need in order to appreciate the description of silence or water meandering. Then again, while not being a fan of poetry, I’m a fan of poetic words, especially when they are travel related. Anaïs Nin comes to my mind and if you read something here that sounds so otherworldly clear and beautiful, you can be pretty certain I’m quoting her (not that I would try to sell it as my own, I wouldn’t dare…). Another person is Charles Baudelaire. I would be utterly in love with him if he was alive just by reading him. „Astonishing voyageurs! What splendid stories We read in your eyes As deep as the seas…“ While a poem, I kind of like it, but what really hit me is why he wrote it: „Astonishing“ voyageurs“ is …

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DAYDREAMING OF SUBURBIA. OF CATS, PIZZA AND VERY BLUE SKY.

When I was sixteen I came to Cape Town for the first time. A big part of my family lives there and over the years all of my cousins from German had gone for a visit except for me. So when my older sister wanted to go I asked for a Christmas present in form of a plane ticket and begged her to take me with. For our week in Cape Town we stayed with my aunt and her husband in their little Claremont cottage. Claremont is part of the Southern Suburbs and that says it all – you are in suburbia. While it boasts some good schools and is close to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens, it is truly not a very exciting place when you are a teenager or even when you are just looking for a decent place to have a drink as a grown up. As this was my first Cape Town impression, it could have gone horribly awry and who knows where I would be now. But it didn’t. With that first …

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MARRAKECH THROUGH ROSE COLORED GLASSES. A SORT OF LOVE STORY.

I came across to this song by coincidence when I was editing this post and I thought it was the perfect song for it.* I recommend you listen while you read and then listen again, just to hear his beautiful words. He took my breath away;  just like love sometimes does.  I travelled with a boyfriend exactly twice and I think it left me a bit wary of the concept of traveling par deux. The first time I was 16 and we went to Sylt. It was a big deal to go away with a boyfriend then and we really didn’t care much about the destination. I do remember he was being very nice by getting me take-away fish ‘n chips when it was raining and I couldn’t look up from my novel. Other than that I can’t remember much of this trip, but in fairness to him, while it may not have been the most memorable, it also wasn’t disastrous and simply a long time ago. The second time I was in my thirties …

DAYDREAMING LIKE A HAPPY DREAMER.

I’m a big daydreamer. Daydreaming is wonderful. When I was younger I dreamed about guys and about becoming a musical star, Broadway was calling my name and that’s how Daniel Craig would find out about and subsequently fall in love with me. That dream came to an end when I didn’t make the audition for the trial semester at an acting school in Hamburg. But when I read an article about F.I.T. in New York two years later, my daydreaming took another turn and I gratefully learned that sometimes dreaming does lead to dreams coming true. Today, with Daniel being off the market, my daydreaming seems to evolve around travel and foreign places. They aren’t really plans for the future anymore, but more little escapes from reality. On the days when Hamburg is too grey my mind will wonder into the sun and when a chicken bus in the middle of nowhere is too hot and humid to bear I will fantasize of German trains and their cleanliness. Nah, scratch that, I don’t think I …