I once was a writer...

Success: Riding my bike two days in a row to Uni and back, 8 km each way, 40 min. each way, almost flying in the down-hill path. Fail: Riding down-hill so fast that I eat a bug. Success: Eating a bug is like a protein-on-the-go-bar-with-wings-and-tiny-eyes. Fail: The bug was still alive and flew out of my mouth. Success: Being able to scratch my nose or take off my glasses or fix my hair while riding my bike. And not falling. Fail: Being able to do that only once. The second time I lose my balance and fall. Also fail: Why do I have so many itches?! Success: Riding down-hill (another hill) so fast that the wind blows my hair and my skirt and this half-naked-cold-freedom feels so so so good. Fail: Riding down-hill so fast with such wind that I fall. Success: Falling down with no cars behind, around or anywhere near me. No imminent death. Fail: A bus filled with the German swim-team or some other team of hot, muscley, strapping men looking at me falling down. And not hel...

Who said we have to throw away the old to make space for the new? Whoever said that had a really small apartment with no storage capabilities, and/or really ugly old stuff. I say we keep the old, and still make way for the new. Of course I don't mean that for material things: There are few things in life that give me more pleasure than giving away/throwing away old stuff. You know that shirt you used to wear all the time when you were in High School? The one that is too tight or too short today (10 years later), and has a big rip on the side? Yeah, that one, the one you continue to refuse to get rid of, because it has "memories". Well, dude, the memories will remain. Your 10-year-old T-Shirt won't last one more wash. Stop wearing it "on Sundays" or "to work on the car", and don't expect to keep it as a "just-in-case-rag". Throw it away. And what about those jeans? Yeah, no. That rip on your crotch is not sexy - it describes who yo...

I miss my friends. I miss them so much. We had fun together, yes; but I have fun with my "German Acquaintances", too. We did stuff together, yes; but I do stuff with my "German Acquaintances", too. We used to talk very often, not to say all the time ; but I talk with my "German Acquaintances" all the time, too. I miss my friends because they get me. I miss my friends because they are like me. You see, I'm a geek. Or a nerd. Or a book-worm. Whatever you wanna call me, I'm that: I'm that girl who always does her homework, just because, well, you should  do your homework. I'm that girl who does her homework in a clean sheet, just in case it needs to be handed in; and I'm that girl who uses colors to emphasize different topics. I'm that girl who takes awesome notes in class. I'm that girl who does not need to study for a test the night before, because she has been studying since the chapter began two weeks ago. I'm that girl ...

We had the loveliest Skype-chat with Honey's sister and her husband. She's about 7 months pregnant and looks so cute and chubby, and her husband is so sweet: he talks to her belly and caresses it. They are such an amazing couple, such a real couple, such a successful couple. I envy them - in a good way. We're actually pretty good friends, the husband and I. We understand each other and our position as outsiders in what is a very close, tight-nit family that ALWAYS has a thought that must be shared and an opinion that must be voiced. Not to forget, they also hold the undeniable truth. But then again, I could very well be describing my family to an outsider, or more than likely, yours. Families are "interesting", to say the least. And all we can do is learn to love them in spite of themselves. So anyway, we were talking and talking, quatsching , like the Germans say. About the weather, about our dinner, about cost of living in Peru and Germany and Colombia... and ...

Disposable Grill, with grilling materials and stuf f: 2.99 € Stuff to be grilled: 10.15 € Sophisticated glasses to wear during a (cold) sunny day: 10.95 € Enjoying a sunny (and windy) Sunday afternoon with Honey in our front yard,  in picnic-style grilling,  with (not all the way cooked, but anyway) good food...  ...priceless!

Honey and I, we're both Colombian - and we're very proud of it. I think we both keep somewhat strong accents, just to make sure we don't forget where we come from (which, in my case, is a pathetic excuse for not being able to properly pronounce the German sounds ...). We eat mostly Colombian food (I cook now!), and we speak in Spanish amongst us. However, we both live in Germany, and we have to get used to many things here - like the rules. Germans actually follow the rules. And that's cute. Civilized, too, but mostly cute. Also, the Germans like to do things themselves . Also cute. And the Germans like technology - which I think is just awesome. So we went shopping today (which means, I got paid!). First, the mall. It's amazing how many foreigners there are in Kiel (especially this weekend: we're celebrating 100 years of the cruise Kiel-Oslo, and we are filled with Vikings!), and they are all in the Sophienhoff. You can walk by 10 different groups of people...