In a good year, Germany seems to me to have an overabundance of public holidays.
If I’m really objective about it, they don’t have a whole lot more than in Australia. But they do have more than the stingy university system, which only grants national, but not WA state holidays.
But there’s this weird system here, where public holidays are set by date. And when I say ‘weird’ I mean ‘actually totally objectively correct’. But in Aussieland we push everything to the nearest Friday or Monday. Here, if the holiday falls on a Saturday or a Sunday, it’s gone. Read More
I may have mentioned that last Saturday was my birthday.
Generally, a weekend birthday is a good thing, but these days I just feel like Saturdays are for chores. Still, we made the most of it, had a slow morning, ate brunch and cake at a nice cafe, and made a trip in the afternoon to the Maybachufer fabric market.
Where I bought a lot of fabric. Read More
Bilbao was all about the Guggenheim. Read More
I made another thing. Read More
It’s time for more mountains! Read More
Woah, how quickly time flies.
I meant to do a short post about the Chilean Cultural Day shortly after we visited.
Turns out that was three weeks ago. Read More
Don’t do what we did.
After driving for a few hours, the last stretch of it through windy roads and on the edge of a mountain, we stumbled out of the car and sat down to have lunch.
And then we had a little stroll, and a little look at the mountain, and a perused the gift shop.
And only at that point did we realise that the queue for the cable car was two hours long.
So you know, when you go to Fuente Dé (and you really should go there), go straight to the ticket counter and buy your ticket.
Hiya there everyone. This is another one of those posts that’s filled entirely of photos of me and my self-made dress. So if you think that’s kinda odd, feel free to move on along.
And on he subject of kinda odd. Definitely odd, is me standing in a park trying to learn how to use a tripod/selfie timer to take photos of myself this morning.
I don’t think I mentioned it yet, but every time I’ve thought of the city of Segovia in the last few months, a certain kind of music has blasted itself triumphantly into my head.
‘Hail, hail Segovia, land of the free and brave!’
I’m not sure where exactly the music comes from, but my faulty memory wants to narrow it down to either The Princess Diaries (hail hail Genovia?), or something from the Marx Brothers. Possibly it’s a combination of the two?
In my entirely-sane-and-together head, Salamanca doesn’t have a theme song.
Which I guess is another point against Salamanca*.
(*I don’t know if you’ve heard, but they also don’t have an aqueduct).
In 2009, my friends Lauren and Ashlee and I visited Utrecht.
It wasn’t like it was the main part of our trip. We were doing the whole ‘2 month Europe trip’ that was pretty popular with university students at the time.
When we planned it, London was first on the ‘to go’ list. Then Paris and Rome and Florence and Milan. And Berlin went on there too, but only because Ashlee had studied the war and communism in high school history.
Holland was on the list, but it was all about Lauren- who was born there- and about visiting her family. Thanks to their hospitality, we made it to Amsterdam and Den Haag and to a tiny island to the north that used to be inhabited by grey monks: Schiermonikoog.
And one day, with her aunt in tow, we visited the university city of Utrecht.
According to google, there are many things to do in Utrecht. But I mostly remember the House of Miffy, and a museum that was displaying a collection of work by Viktor and Rolf.