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 where magic happened in front of my eyes. I’d like to share it with you.
Good day dear readers, how are you in this moment?
Let me share some of my week as the story I tell you today emerged on Tuesday. It was splendid, we laughed a lot in my classroom, I spent time on the balcony with my hubby enjoying warm summer evenings (albeit unusual in September ) by candlelight and as I am writing to you I am in the train on my way to my favourite region in Switzerland. The French-speaking part. More precisely, today I go where my beloved grandma used to live and the place is actually bilingual as it sits right where the German- and French-speaking part meet.
Coincidentally, the heart-warming story I love to share with you today is also about a granny.
Here comes my 100th story – hooray – and I would like to take you to the mountains to cheer.
Shortly after the lockdown was lifted here, my hubby and I were ready to go exploring again (<— click for some awesome Swiss landscapes we saw). Travelling to a region in the Bernese Alps where we have not spent that much time yet, the weather and the time was perfect for hiking.
So we went. Starting in one small village up through forest, wildflower meadows, along a mountain stream, at some point sharing the path with cows munching on rich pasture, and then reaching the height overviewing the whole Alpine valley and spotting a house…
Sailing brings some romantic images to my mind: A peaceful slow journey mainly spent on the open ocean working with the elements. But I guess this is not quite what it truly is.
Have you ever been on a sailing boat? Are you maybe a sailor yourself? Oh, how I would love to hear your stories! Please share some in the comments to give us an idea of this spirit.
If you are not a sailor, you can sniff some sailor’s atmosphere in the marina of Horta in Faial in the Azores and hopefully here in my story. Horta is where every sailor, who crosses the Atlantic ocean or is on a round the world sailing tour, makes a stopover. Every sailor.
The reasons why people leave – and in the worst case have to flee from – their home country to live somewhere else are many.
Which ones come to your mind, when you think about it?
War? Political turmoil? Suppressive regimes? Work? Compulsory military service for life? Economic crisis? Hoping for a perspective and a job? Health issues? Business? Freedom? A different lifestyle? Family? Love?
They are all real, as far as I am concerned. But did you know that conservation sadly is another reason to leave everything you love behind? No?
“Good morning, Daniela, welcome back, we are so glad and happy you are back and teaching us again.” To this charming chorus of words and warm hugs I was greeted when returning to school on Tuesday after a two-week absence. To top it all off, one person surprised me with a big cup of my favourite coffee 🙏🏼. Read more →
How are you at the beginning of this new month? Can you believe it is already November? Where did that year go?
Today, I simply like to share some impressions of my neighbourhood while I am recovering from surgery (phew, so happy all went well and it now lies behind me!).
I visit this place regularly and love to go there with my bike, for a stroll on my own, with my beloved hubby, and with friends. Almost every time I am here – including today’s story -, something special happens. Once when I was sitting by the little stream, for example, a dragonfly would come and sit on my bare foot to enjoy the last sunrays of the day, fly off from time to time and come back again. Mostly, she sat on my foot when she could have chosen to sit anywhere. I do have pictures of the encounter but thought you may not be that interested in seeing my foot 😜.
I thought it is time for some beauty. Natural beauty, of course.
What does the word beauty spark in you?
Today, I’d like to bring it to you in the form of a glittering beautiful little wonder. Here it is again, that little wonder you can find everywhere when your senses are put on awareness.
Remember me going down very low on hot sand to take photographs of an animal in behind the camera? Well, it seems I am not the only one who loves sandy feet :0).
lying on very hot sand
There is this glittering little creature living on sandy patches and standing the heat. I am talking of the Northern Dune Tiger beetle Cicindela hybrida (in German: Dünen-Sandlaufkäfer). Quite hard to photograph, indeed, as it flies or runs (they are fast runners) off whenever you come too close. But there are tricks as I found out…. go down low, be patient, be still, don’t mind the heat of around 60 degree Celsius, and be passionate. Oh and I also talk to them ;0). Read more →
What a privilege these days thanks to modern technologies to be able to write this new story while sitting at the edge of a river breathing in air filled with summery warmth and being refreshed after a bath in it. I am out of reception, though. Yes, thankfully, this still exists!
Grey heron, different species of butterflies, dragonflies, and even a European kingfisher hang out here with us. Just a mere 20 minutes bicycle ride from home in the city.
While the river is flanked by forest and as such the scenery comes in varied green tones as well, I actually wanted to finally take you to the Canton of Jura. Remember the postcard I sent you?
Thus my title. I think I have never seen something as lush and freshly green as this area in late spring, even though I hiked in rainforests on different continents, did my Master thesis in the biggest coherent pine forests of the Alps, drove hundred of kilometres through spruce forest in Sweden, walked trough the Valley of the Giants in Western Australia and the Giants forest in California. Never before did I feel like bathing in the lushest and most freshest #fiftyshadesofgreen. Maybe I just also was really in the mood for that green colour. Such a stupendous experience and a miraculous balsam for the soul.
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 →