Today in the locker room of the gym…
I meet this beautiful elderly woman. Both of us are getting ready to train our muscles. She sits there wearing her surgical stockings and a pair of black leggings after getting rid of her pair of beige jeans. She is looking for something in her bag and then starts a conversation with me. You know, when you get older not everything goes the way you want it to. I washed my clothes today and in the heat of the moment, I forgot to bring an extra shirt. Oh, I answer, no worries, that is the same at every age, I just forgot to bring my badge to get into the gym some weeks ago.
Now, she asks me, do you think I could exercise just in my leggings? I normally always also wear trunks, but they are so hot, she says while showing them to me. Of course, I reply, of course you can go just the way you are dressed now! Actually, almost everybody “just” wears leggings in the gym. But at my age? She wonders. Of course, why not! I reassure her. Read more
Has it also happened to you that you were travelling and/or on holidays and you were at the right place at the right time?
While I love to read the section about local festivities in travel guides, my travel itinerary does not match these dates very often as I don’t normally plan around them. Well, I was lucky in Sardinia last year where magic happened in front of my eyes. I’d like to share it with you.
The 28th edition of Afro-Pfingsten closed yesterday and what a colourful, peaceful, and multicultural spectacle it was, once more. Afro-Pfingsten is a music festival (actually much more than that) in Winterthur/Switzerland and takes place during the week up to and over the weekend of Pentecost. The latter means Pfingsten in German, hence the name Afro-Pfingsten. It is a week full of music, laughter, drums, humans from every walk of life, food from all over the world, and a mixture of languages, cultures, looks and styles that you feel like travelling the world by visiting just one city in a small country.Read more
Good day dear reader, thank you for being here, for coming back and following my blog. How are you today?
I feel humbled by the beautiful feedback and comments I am getting. Thank you so much! Since I also receive so wonderful words about my photography, I thought to take you behind the camera. Maybe it is a cliché, but for me it is true: I am rarely in front of the camera, and I do prefer to be behind it.
Sometimes, though, my husband succeeds in taking a shot whilst I am taking pictures or I took one where I also appear. From time to time, I even ask for it being taken, because it needed to be on camera :0).
Small things and flowers are definitely something I am drawn to. This then may look like this:Read more
As you may know, I am a keen traveller and actually have itchy feet in this very moment. But I am lucky to have the world or at least parts of it in my classroom. So I learn bits and pieces of other languages, cultures, dos and don’ts while working.
What do you learn at work?
The first word I normally want to learn from people with different mother tongues than me is thank you followed by hello. I remember many moments when I opened doors and hearts by just simply saying one of these words in their language. I also still see the smiling faces, mine included. The latter I rather feel than see, though ;-). Read more
I have the pleasure of working with people from all over the world. In a German class I teach I might have course participants from ten different corners of the world with as many languages and cultural backgrounds. Learning is quite often mutual in these classrooms.
When we started the lesson on March 20th with me asking the students what date it was and what was so special about it, I received different answers. Most said that it was the start of spring, but one woman originally from Afghanistan told us it was her beginning of a new year called Nowruz.
So at the exact time as spring officially starts, people growing up with the Persian culture celebrate their new year. This year, it was exactly on March 20th at 5:15:23 pm MEZ. That means, the beginning of the Persian new year changes every year as does the beginning of spring.
Maryam, a friend of mine from Iran I taught German quite a while ago, kindly let me in on the traditions around Nowruz. I was warmheartedly welcomed in their home and served lovely black tea with a hint of fresh mint and traditional specialities in what looks beautifully Iranian.