Wednesday, February 27, 2013


I am kind of down with Influenza since Saturday. I say "kind of" because I am not really sick (meaning: no high fever, just a sore throat and a little cough), I just feel so tired. Totally tired.
Well, nevertheless, on Sunday I had tickets for a ballet show in the Opernhaus (Swan Lake). The tickets were a present to my goddaughter and as, firstly, a promise is a promise and, secondly, paid tickets are paid tickets, I went to the Opernhaus (Influenza or not). Astonishingly, I was feeling pretty good all along the two and half hours. I must be like my great-grandmother who, so I am told, was usually not feeling well (for no apparent reason, mind you, - it just was her way of life! complaining complaining and getting on everyone's nerves) but when someone suggested to take a tour anywhere she suddenly was full of energy. SMILE. Must be our genes: as long as we are on the road, we don't care :-) Hopefully, the getting on everyone's nerves is not hereditary (hahahahahaha).
Let's get back to the subject at hand. The performance was awesome. Really awesome. And my goddaughter loved it, too!

Just one really awkward moment. Totally awkward. Solo performance of the prince and the white swan toward the end of act 2. Wonderfully danced - graciously so. And suddenly I have a coughing fit. Oh my. I coughed and coughed and coughed and it was soooo awkward.
That definitively wasn't perfect timing on my side (and I think the old guy sitting in front of me was pretty pissed at my coughing fit but, hey, I didn't do it on purpose, I swear! These things have their own rules!).

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Words of Wisdom

One of my friends just posted these words on Facebook - wanted to share them with you because they touch my heart:

I believe that everything happens for a reason.
People change so that you can learn to let go.
Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they go right.
You start to believe less so that you can eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.
And sometimes, good things fall apart, so that even better things can fall together.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Smell of Curry

I had some friends over for dinner on Saturday. They had been on a cruise in the Antarctic and wanted to show me the pictures they had taken. They had a wonderful trip and the pictures made me dream.

But that is NOT want I wanted to talk about.

I wanted to talk about the smell of curry.

Dinner on Saturday consisted (amongst other dishes) of a noodle gratin flavored with curry (it tasted wonderfully by the way!). As we sat until one a.m. and talked about Antarctic adventures, I did the dishes only on Sunday morning. Then I left for the day (my niece's christening). It was only when I came home on Sunday night that I realized that my appartment smelled like ... an Indian restaurant!! (Luckily my perfumed candle helped getting rid of the smell! Try sleeping in a one bedroom appartment that smells of curry!)

What was funny though is that this smell of curry made me think of my very first BFF (Best Friend Forever - like they call it today). Her name was Soraya, she was from Pakistan and she lived with her parents in the same apartment house. I must have been 7 or 8 years old (or maybe even younger - I am no good with numbers of my past). What I remember well, though, is the smell of their appartment: the smell of curry. By the way: it was only decades later I was actually able to define this odor - that was when I started traveling! (Italians don't use curry in their cuisine. SMILE)

PS: Do you know what I also remember about Soraya? The fact that she always had to do what her father said. ALWAYS. He was so very strict and had such strong opinions about what a girl should or, above all, shouldn't do. Strange that I remember this detail. I recall that even back then it didn't feel good to me - repressed comes to my mind today (ask my parents - I was never an easy one to order around - always had my own ideas SMILE). I wonder what became of Soraya...

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


I have been kind of depressed these last days. No, not really depressed, let's say I resent the weather: the cold, the snow (and more snow and always more snow). Yesterday I reached the peak of my being pissed at the weather when on my way to work ... I slipped and fell. On my knees, fortunately, and nothing broke, more fortunately! But hell, I was soo pissed. Enough. Enough PLEASE! I want it to be summer ... or at least spring.
Now, I am a practical person and I know that ranting about the weather doesn't change it, therefore, I started thinking about what would do me good.
What does me good?
Planning a vacation!
Or a short trip.
A short trip within the next couple of weeks, if possible.
Something to look forward to.

I won't get into all the destinations I looked into and then discarded. Let's just say that I decided on FIRENZE.
Yes, I am going to Firenze. 4 nights. By train.
I even found a friend who is thrilled to accompany me.

My mood increased visibly :-) Who cares about the cold and the snow when one can go to Firenze?

Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Gym

The (what I call) New Year Resolutions' madness at the gym is over. Thank you God! In January, promptly every year, the gym begins to fill up with people I never see again let's say in March. Never ever again. It's crazy. Ok, they maybe come back a couple of times before their summer vacations or I see some others after the summer vacations but for the rest of the year? Just us, the usual bodies :-)

I go to the gym three times a week. Now, you think that I am some kind of sports fanatic. I am not. Totally not. I am no size zero girl (far far away from that!). I am no perfect figure girl but at least my muscle tone is nice. These last years I have been losing weight (I had to, believe me!). Slowly, very slowly, but steadily. I am glad about this. I don't want to diet and, worse, talk about dieting all the time. I don't want to go to war with scales. I don't want to think about what kind of food I am NOT allowed to eat all the time, worse, counting calories. I try to eat reasonably (most of the time SMILE I do love to eat too much) and ... I go to the gym.
This is what I call my long term health plan. hahahahaha Got you. For a minute you thought that I was THE perfect girl. hahahaha If ever. No no. I go to the gym because it makes me and my body feel better.
I never could understand people who exaggerate (in every life's aspect that is). Why join the gym and go there six times a week (sweating like crazy!) for only a month? The "one month only" reason is obvious. You get totally tired of going to the gym six times a week! Suddenly you have no other life and that's not good.

PS: I suppose the manager at my gym is happy about all these people who exaggerate. What would his yearly income look like without these January subscriptions?