So, today is the Winter Solstice. The time in Berlin is currently 16:50, which means it has been dark for nearly an entire hour. It’s cold- but not cold enough to actually be the good kind of cold. Just the shitty rainy kind of cold. The good news is the days get longer from here on out. The good news is that in 3 hours I’m getting on a plane to visit the UK (haii Ikumi). And the good news is that I still have some photos from The Incredible and Amazingly Long Summer of 2018 to throw at you. Welcome to Chiaraland:
Featuring a DNA helix tower, my sister and I scrambling on ancient animals, and at least one duck. Welcome, to Kings Park*.
Hi all, Just a quick update with a whole lot of family photos.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure my mother is gonna kill me for half of these shots!
I made a rather stupid statement at the start of the season, that Summer 2018 would be ‘The Summer of Doing Stuff’. Mostly because I wanted to be out of the house, but also because a part of me wondered if Summer 2018 would be my last in Berlin (spoiler: it was not). But, eh, despite the silliness of the statement, I’ve got to say we did pretty ok at doing said ‘Stuff’. With the exception of that time we decided to go dancing, and instead stayed inside, at three courses of Italian food and played cards (sorry Chiara). This Summer was one of the longest in history: the weather was great, for a long time. And we managed to fit in a fair amount of frolicking. I’m proud of us. Still, winter draws near, and life is getting colder and darker. So it’s time to make a call. Winter 2018/19? Is the winter of Dumplings!
During my very short stay in Perth, my sister managed to organise an afternoon of wilderness exploration.
I realised at some point that I took just too many photos in Bruges to make them reasonably fit into a post.
Ce, hache, i… ¡Chi! Ele, e… ¡Le! ¡Chi, chi, chi, le, le, le…, viva Chile!
After the fact- thankfully after- when I was telling a friend about our trip to Belgium and mentioned that the weather was not always perfect, he responded with the politest of ‘what did you expect responses’. Something like: ‘Yes, I was wondering why you chose to visit Belgium in the springtime.’ Belgium, it seems, has a bit of a reputation for rain. And Ghent, my friends, was a little bit Grey.
It’s gonna be a long one folks, strap yourselves in.