And this feeling carries you. Even if your feet hurt. Your heart is beating with the rhythm of the music and you feel free. Like walking on clouds. You look to your left. You look to your right. Everyone is feeling the same. And then it’s just the sun, the music and you’re dancing. Like…
Maybe you do live in Berlin and wanna do something special. Maybe you’re visiting the city and already did all the typical tourist stuff. Either or, I do have three suggestions of things you only can do in Berlin and nowhere else in the world like this. Top three things you only can do in…
A kite dances in step to the music in the oh-so-blue sky. A little girls sings “Hey Jude” and this woman in front of me, well, her hair looks like the hair of Sideshow Bob. True story. Some Cuban guys are selling beer for two Euros. Well, I don’t like the “normal” Becks, but hey,…
All I know about Canada I know from “How I Met Your Mother”. True Story. Never been there, never met one. I laughed “aboot” all the jokes about Canadians. But hey, since my Twitter bestie @nearafar IS Canadian, I thought I should learn more about the Great White North. AND cause we’re planning to go on a roadtrip together in June from Toronto to Vancouver and I don’t want her to push me out of the car before we get there.
I read Ernest Hemingway’s “A Farewell to Arms” for the first time when I was twelve and since then this book travelled a lot around the world. We’ve been to Thailand together, Seattle, Ibiza, South Africa, France, Italy, Turkey, U.A.E., and so on. But I didn’t take it to Cuba. Yes. I know. Stupid me. Don’t know why. But I didn’t miss it there. There was mojito. Helped a lot! And if mojito couldn’t help my friend daiquiri came along. And somehow Hemingway himself was so much closer to me. So I drunk my way through all the bars Hemingway got wasted in.
