I have taken a bit of a hiatus from blogging but recently I was reminded how important it is for me to share and keep up regular posts. I guess part of the reason is lack of routine – or maybe that’s just an excuse. I was recently talking to a dear friend and I asked how do I get back into it, and she simply said, “write about your most recent wow moment”. Continue reading
San Francisco, I won’t lie, has a lot of similarities to Vancouver, but somehow as I continue to explore this wonderful city, something is missing. Something rooted in the essence of self human satisfaction – like when you cook dinner for your close friends and you look over at them cutting into their tomato and watch their eyes hone in on their next bite. Their mouth movements say a lot about your meal, and I for one find it satisfying to watch my dinner guests explore their food – for me that’s what I call “self human satisfaction”. Self human satisfaction can also manifest and express itself in many different forms or not, take for example… Continue reading
It is a fact that after arriving in Katima Mulilo for no more than one week a resonate feeling of confusion subsisted and wouldn’t leave my side. Sure, maybe the Malarone contributed but according to my doctor the Malarone would not be the root of the problem after a couple of days, because at that point my body would be used to it already. In agony and self pity I began slowly to analyze why my internal receptors were so out of whack. Continue reading
What’s there to say about Kyoto that hasn’t already been said :)? It’s paradise – utter paradise, during the cherry blossom season. And I am sure that the paradise still remains after all the cherry trees have lost their blossoms!
My personal preference to coffee has changed significantly since I have met my matcha friend! I have stopped drinking coffee for over two months now and I am not going back.
I feel fantastic, alert and most importantly matcha is a super food powder. You can literally do anything with the tea powder: make tea (the traditional Japanese use), ice cream, cake, smoothies, lattes, cookies, or martinis (less healthy but hey, better than other syrupy options…) Continue reading
The hustle and bustle of the fish market early in the morning was impressive. Everyone was driving these electric carts, very closely resembling a golf cart without a top, loaded with fresh fish, herbs and vegetables on their way to be delivered to their customer.
“This place was a liability, with signs no one can read, people shouting, carts honking, and no proper lanes for pedestrians to follow, it was surprising to see no one got hurt. But what a sight. Once we got away from the busy entrance and continued to make our way into the market it started to dawn on me that I would have a field day photographing this beautiful energy. They say that when you get lost capturing a specific moment or feeling through the lens of a camera it somehow takes you away from being present and enjoying your surroundings. I personally disagree, if anything I was more alert to the presence of a man chiselling away at a frozen tuna the size of a small car. It made me alert to this man’s relationship to the knife as it pounded the iced tuna. Zooming in on the rubber boots at this particular moment grounded me and allowed me to make sense of all the chaos in the fish market”.
“the landscape from up above intrigued me and gave me immediately a sense of purpose. When the plane landed I was drawn in to the speech patterns I heard all around me and the sweet faces of the Japanese people. Their very controlled gestures were polite and very positive. As we rushed to the train to make our way to our hotel, I began to feel overwhelmed and my body became heavy from the long haul to Tokyo. Standing in the correct lineup waiting for our train I started to realize how immaculate everything was, and this was further confirmed when the train pulled in and a crew of cleaners appeared to thoroughly scrub the train and turn each of the revolving seats so that they would face the direction the train would be taking. I sunk into my seat and was battling desperately with my eyes shutting. I wanted to take it all in. The train ride was uneventful but what I did notice was that although there were numerous Japanese babies on board there was complete silence. Not one baby cried; they were all content being held tightly in their respective mother’s arms, and I can’t lie, so was I. It was around 9am that we finally arrive at our hotel, checked in and realized we had to wait for our room until 2pm so out we went to explore the surroundings. The weather – gently warm with a bit of a breeze – was just enough to keep me awake. It did not take very long for me to feel like a tiny ant among giant city skyscrapers uniquely shaped to fit a range of talented architects’ ideas of what the city should look like. It was impressive! I stood and watched as the Japanese people, cars, bikes, buses went about their business like these tall creatures did not exist. To me the city felt heavy and shady from these tall structures but I stood there admiring them. Walking up and down these streets I started to feel dizzy and being up for more than 24 hours straight did not help my mental state at all. Back at the hotel however, we were rewarded with a high up, albeit tiny, room with panoramic views even from the bathroom. After a long bath overlooking the city and a nap I was hungry. We wanted a local experience. Japanese soul food was what our hearts desired, so we walked into a restaurant that fit very much the local criteria. But: we were turned away, something about no tourists. Damn it. Our hunt led us into a very small restaurant with paper-thin windows and charming bamboo sliding doors. The chef cooking waved us in, an old woman took our coats hung them on the wall and proceeded to gesture for us to sit down at the only two seats that were available around the chef’s cooking area. We looked around and saw only locals and we soon started to realize no one spoke an ounce of English. We pointed at the dishes our neighbours were enjoying and received a nod. Minutes later a soup arrive with lots of umami and Japanese mushrooms, four different kinds of pickled (something), a beef skewer, and a warm sake. The soup was, well, AMAZING! The broth was delicious! The pickled somethings were perfectly matched to the taste of the grilled skewer and let’s just say the sake was the best I have had. Still, I couldn’t help feeling ripped off when I was handed my jacket, and walking out I thought, “huh, how could that cost €70?” I considered that meal to be our tourist fees into the country and left it at that. Rightfully so, because it would turn out that would be the most expensive meal in Tokyo.”
In light of yesterday being international happy day I have decided to share with you all our wonderful experience we had two weekends ago, in London.
Although it was quite the short stay nevertheless we were delighted to see our lovely friend Susan and experience London through our Savoy lenses.
There is something magical about walking through revolving doors and being surrounded by oil painted portraits hanging on walls, a sparkly chandelier, and the smell of the latest Hermès scent … We arrived and were looking forward to a walk through the London streets making our way to Tate when we were all absorbed in the Savoy lifestyle. With the many attentive staff members, dropping off our bags took oh I don’t know 5 minutes. And then we were off to explore on a sunny spring day! Continue reading
This post is basically targeted at my readers in Germany and Austria, but of course those living abroad you can tell me which piece you like and I can ask what’s the best option to get it to you.
I am seriously impressed with this new clothing store called “funktionschnitt”.
They had a pop-up store Cologne and they recently announced their store opening on January 30th of this year! If you live in Cologne I highly suggest to pay them a visit – you will be hopefully as impressed as I was. (no, they didn’t pay me for this advertisement) Continue reading
You wake up after a night of partying because, well, you were welcoming 2016 the night before. We were desperate for coffees and green smoothies and that’s what we found when we walked into our favourite breakfast place * @aroma kaffeebar * in Munich. We agreed, at the end, that someone should pay the bill so we could get fresh air and that’s when it happened! Continue reading