“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.” — Roman Payne
I haven’t brought my laptop along with me, so I won’t be able to write detailed posts just yet, but pictures of every single day’s adventures will be put up before I give in to my drooping eyelids. (I’ll link the Flickr albums to the respective days above.)
“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”
— Charles Dickens (Nicholas Nickleby)
Have a safe and restful flight back.
Marlon Roudette’s Hold On Me is so ghostly, it’s golden.
“He gets really happy when beautiful ladies touch him,” the elderly lady tells us about her dog as my sister strokes and rubs it.
“I can understand… me too,” my Dad replies after a short pause, fighting back a cheeky smile.
The lady didn’t expect such a reply (who would have?!) and was clearly taken aback, but she laughed, oh she laughed. We continued in our paths, in opposite directions, still chortling away and away and away. Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can; all of them make me laugh.
Oktoberfest 2016, aka. Oktoberfest #183, in a few words: electrifying, funky, rocking, out of this world.
We spent our rainy Monday evening strolling through the grounds of Theresienwiese, where Oktoberfest is held every year. Last year I was here with Dad, but this year I came with my whole family, thrilled (and hungry) as can be.
“Humans, not places, make memories.” ― Ama Ata Aidoo
Last Sunday night, we were sitting in front of the TV, watching Germany’s version of America’s Funniest Home Videos and, with every funny video that came up, Mum exploded with laughter that echoed through the halls and into each and every room in the house. It was loud, uncontrollable and downright hilarious.
“I’d like to remember this,” I thought.
Anyone could tell me how ‘explosive’ my Mum’s laughter was and how it ‘echoed through the halls’, but no one would be able to replicate it for me. I realised then that there were so many other moments in life that no amount of description could ever justify or reproduce, and what a shame it would be if one were to let all of that go. Memory could be a curse, yes, but it is also one of the greatest gifts.
We had some time with our neighbour’s Haflinger horses before breakfast today, and whilst stroking one of them, my sister sought for balance on the sloping ground and accidentally brushed her hand against the fence. Dad, knowing this was an electric fence, asked, “Don’t you feel anything?” My sister shook her head but, seconds later, began twitching ever so slightly. “Papa, Mama… uh… there is something wrong, there is something wrong with me,” she said in a panicky-confused-amused state (which, to us, came across really comical), before she squatted and waited for the effects of a mini electric shock to wear out, which was relatively quick.
Chuckled and chortled Mum, Dad and I sure did for we knew that Caroline would be fine. She joined us laughing, too, with no less than a big playful smack on my Dad’s arm.
“Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.” — William Shakespeare
Today it rained, but yet today couldn’t have been more perfect. Today taught me that if one fails to find the warm and comforting rays of the sun from the sky, one needs to look in the hearts of the people around them. Souls can shine too, most times brighter than stars.
“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” — Buddha Continue reading