Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof
Hello again and sorry for the big break. But writing 409504359 times "Barcelona was great and La rambla is so colorful and the shopping is amazing" wouldn't be very original, would it? I get to stay always at the same spot, so I never get any further than that colorful market with fresh squeezed juices for one euro each... I'd better find some better stuff to bore you to dead with, until life brings me somewhere exciting again...
Talking of Life, (capital L!), as an inspiration of all there is...
all ever has been
&
all ever will be...
BTW all good things start with an "L"
such as:
the already mentioned so precious L-I-F-E
the always desired when not there L-O-V-E,
the L-E-S-S-O-N-S you get to learn in life,
L-A-Z-Y-N-E-S-S to enjoy delightful moments,
L-E-M-O-N-A-D-E, that you get to make when life serves you lemons
L-A-U-G-H-I-N-G, when you want to cry,
L-O-B-S-T-E-R-S, you get to taste when life treats you right
and if you were a Japanese "Lice" would certainly be one of those very important life-saving words on your L-list...
(oh I almost made some kind of lame rhyme, yuk)
......
But it's summer.
And nobody is sitting home blogging. Life is too much of a "muse" itself, so that sometimes you just wanna go out and LIVE it, instead of "philosophizing" around.
It (LIFE) is like my balcony flowers. I planted them in spring, watered what was first just earth in a bowl. Checked everyday if anything is coming out. And nothing was coming, nothing was coming, nothing was com...
I thought: "Oh well, German summer is not too hot, so if they don't grow, I tried my best, wrong time, wrong place, I'm sorry seeds."
Then one day suddenly I looked out the window and thought:
"WOW, was there a radioactive rain over night?!?!"
Those things were huge. And within some weeks of love and care
<3 <3 <3
the first flower blossoms were there. This fact caused an overall excitement and hope in our girly apartment. And also some hope that, well, even when things don't go so well, flowers still grow unpercieved. And so will everything, even though it was first just a bowl of dirt.
Patience...is a key element in LIFE
(oh, the flowers were a metaphor for life here, you got that already, didn't you?!?).
So the idea was that sometimes you do something, and expect something good to happen.
AND
sit there
AND
wait
AND
give all your attention to it
AND
it still doesn't happen, not as long as you're watching.
Then you think:
"Damn flowers. I'm never gonna plant any flowers ever again here. The sun is not strong enough,
OR
the earth is not dark enough,
OR
the wind is too strong (in other words blame in on the others),
OR
I didn't water them enough (blame yourself)
OR
the seeds were...whatever-you-got-the-idea (blame it on superior forces you have no influence upon)
BUT those mythological FLOWERS DID GROW
and blossomed for what is now 3 weeks or so.
They were a reason to go out and sit at the balcony and have coffee and talk and just be proud of having had planted flowers once in your life. And they were getting prettier and bigger and pinker each day. They were the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen in my life! (exaggerating to make it more dramatic)
Until one day
...after they have reached their PEAK and accomplished their (well pretty much senseless) mission in life
THEY WERE GONE!
No more flowers! No more color! And I happened to notice that only last night, when I came home around midnight,after an exhausting shooting, I found a note from my flatmate saying that she suddenly decided to go away for some (hopefully only few) weeks...
So I sat here, on the usual spot on the balcony...and she was not there where she usually used to sit... and this is when I noticed that the flowers were not where they used to be either. They must have been "dead" for days!
And this is how all good things in life come to an a-la-Nelly-Furtado END...flames into dust, lovers to friends...flowers...also into dust...
See, this is the idea- LIFE IS NOT A "PONY HOF".
(What would be: "LIFE IS NOT A BOWL OF CHERRIES" in English.
But Ponyhof, a "pony yard", is kind of a cuter thing to imagine than a bowl of cherries, since mentioning the word PONY always brings pictures from that stupid show I used to watch when I must have been 6 and respectively makes me burst into laughter when I picture it now)
So, I got to hear the
"LIFE IS NOT A PONY YARD"-saying
from the make-up artist on the shoot yesterday, when while shooting the last look, short before midnight, he came to me to retouch my lipstick, while me and the other girl leaning on some door of a night club where we were shooting and crodws were getting around exclaiming: " Oh, look, a professional photo shoot!" and of course making lame comments such as...(ugh doesnt't matter don't wanna go out of the context here) So the make up artist came up to us and said some encouraging words such as:
"You are doing great!"
"We are almost finished"
"Last shot"
finishing by the infamous: Das Leben ist kein...
The point was that after a long shooting, not getting any food, and wearing high heels 2 sizes smaller than your actual size all day
DAS LEBEN IST KEIN PONYHOF
is the funniest thing you can hear, specially having those images left around from childhood in your fucked up mind...
Hell yeah! Life surely is not one of those pinkish PONYHOFs, and thank God for that!
But don't worry!
This life is a test.
It is only a test!
Had it been an actual life you would have received further instructions on where to go and what to do!!!
Now that you know if from me, your favorite philosopher of nonsense science, you should think about your approach to that test. And how you make use of it... Wait, I think I wrote about the rabbit hole already...So this time just go out and:
dance...
as though no one is watching you.
love...
as though you have never been hurt before.
sing...
as though no one can hear you.
live...
as though heaven is on earth.
BECAUSE:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
Mark Twain
“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
Dr. Seuss
Talking of Life, (capital L!), as an inspiration of all there is...
all ever has been
&
all ever will be...
BTW all good things start with an "L"
such as:
the already mentioned so precious L-I-F-E
the always desired when not there L-O-V-E,
the L-E-S-S-O-N-S you get to learn in life,
L-A-Z-Y-N-E-S-S to enjoy delightful moments,
L-E-M-O-N-A-D-E, that you get to make when life serves you lemons
L-A-U-G-H-I-N-G, when you want to cry,
L-O-B-S-T-E-R-S, you get to taste when life treats you right
and if you were a Japanese "Lice" would certainly be one of those very important life-saving words on your L-list...
(oh I almost made some kind of lame rhyme, yuk)
......
But it's summer.
And nobody is sitting home blogging. Life is too much of a "muse" itself, so that sometimes you just wanna go out and LIVE it, instead of "philosophizing" around.
It (LIFE) is like my balcony flowers. I planted them in spring, watered what was first just earth in a bowl. Checked everyday if anything is coming out. And nothing was coming, nothing was coming, nothing was com...
I thought: "Oh well, German summer is not too hot, so if they don't grow, I tried my best, wrong time, wrong place, I'm sorry seeds."
Then one day suddenly I looked out the window and thought:
"WOW, was there a radioactive rain over night?!?!"
Those things were huge. And within some weeks of love and care
<3 <3 <3
the first flower blossoms were there. This fact caused an overall excitement and hope in our girly apartment. And also some hope that, well, even when things don't go so well, flowers still grow unpercieved. And so will everything, even though it was first just a bowl of dirt.
Patience...is a key element in LIFE
(oh, the flowers were a metaphor for life here, you got that already, didn't you?!?).
So the idea was that sometimes you do something, and expect something good to happen.
AND
sit there
AND
wait
AND
give all your attention to it
AND
it still doesn't happen, not as long as you're watching.
Then you think:
"Damn flowers. I'm never gonna plant any flowers ever again here. The sun is not strong enough,
OR
the earth is not dark enough,
OR
the wind is too strong (in other words blame in on the others),
OR
I didn't water them enough (blame yourself)
OR
the seeds were...whatever-you-got-the-idea (blame it on superior forces you have no influence upon)
BUT those mythological FLOWERS DID GROW
and blossomed for what is now 3 weeks or so.
They were a reason to go out and sit at the balcony and have coffee and talk and just be proud of having had planted flowers once in your life. And they were getting prettier and bigger and pinker each day. They were the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen in my life! (exaggerating to make it more dramatic)
Until one day
...after they have reached their PEAK and accomplished their (well pretty much senseless) mission in life
THEY WERE GONE!
No more flowers! No more color! And I happened to notice that only last night, when I came home around midnight,after an exhausting shooting, I found a note from my flatmate saying that she suddenly decided to go away for some (hopefully only few) weeks...
So I sat here, on the usual spot on the balcony...and she was not there where she usually used to sit... and this is when I noticed that the flowers were not where they used to be either. They must have been "dead" for days!
And this is how all good things in life come to an a-la-Nelly-Furtado END...flames into dust, lovers to friends...flowers...also into dust...
See, this is the idea- LIFE IS NOT A "PONY HOF".
(What would be: "LIFE IS NOT A BOWL OF CHERRIES" in English.
But Ponyhof, a "pony yard", is kind of a cuter thing to imagine than a bowl of cherries, since mentioning the word PONY always brings pictures from that stupid show I used to watch when I must have been 6 and respectively makes me burst into laughter when I picture it now)
So, I got to hear the
"LIFE IS NOT A PONY YARD"-saying
from the make-up artist on the shoot yesterday, when while shooting the last look, short before midnight, he came to me to retouch my lipstick, while me and the other girl leaning on some door of a night club where we were shooting and crodws were getting around exclaiming: " Oh, look, a professional photo shoot!" and of course making lame comments such as...(ugh doesnt't matter don't wanna go out of the context here) So the make up artist came up to us and said some encouraging words such as:
"You are doing great!"
"We are almost finished"
"Last shot"
finishing by the infamous: Das Leben ist kein...
The point was that after a long shooting, not getting any food, and wearing high heels 2 sizes smaller than your actual size all day
DAS LEBEN IST KEIN PONYHOF
is the funniest thing you can hear, specially having those images left around from childhood in your fucked up mind...
Hell yeah! Life surely is not one of those pinkish PONYHOFs, and thank God for that!
But don't worry!
This life is a test.
It is only a test!
Had it been an actual life you would have received further instructions on where to go and what to do!!!
Now that you know if from me, your favorite philosopher of nonsense science, you should think about your approach to that test. And how you make use of it... Wait, I think I wrote about the rabbit hole already...So this time just go out and:
dance...
as though no one is watching you.
love...
as though you have never been hurt before.
sing...
as though no one can hear you.
live...
as though heaven is on earth.
BECAUSE:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
Mark Twain
“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”
Dr. Seuss
Saturday, June 19, 2010
HoW FaR DoWn tHe RaBbit HoLe dO yOu WaNna gO???
Mistakes are one thing. But being able to stand up after falling and keep going: that's another. Because success is standing up just ONE more time than you fall down. And the person standing on the top of the mountain didn't get there by falling. Remember this!
Sometimes I just need to see something like this again to remind me all that:
Or read something like that:
"When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit."
Or just meet someone who would tell me something like this:
(not that it's possible to meet another Roosevelt or Churchill...but still)
"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. " or "When you go through hell- keep going!"
That's why it is all here now. I believe it might be helpful not only to me!
More "followers" please! Thanks! *_*
Sometimes I just need to see something like this again to remind me all that:
Or read something like that:
"When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit."
Or just meet someone who would tell me something like this:
(not that it's possible to meet another Roosevelt or Churchill...but still)
"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. " or "When you go through hell- keep going!"
That's why it is all here now. I believe it might be helpful not only to me!
More "followers" please! Thanks! *_*
Monday, May 31, 2010
WHATEVER YOU DO IN LIFE WILL BE INSIGNIFICANT...
...BUT IT IS REALLY IMPORTANT THAT YOU DO IT!
CAUSE NOBODY ELSE WILL
Has it ever appeared to you, that no matter what you do and how hard you try, you keep taking the WRONG decisions. What is worse- you know it's wrong before you do it and that it won't lead to anything good...but you still do it... Because you want to check if there was some minimal chance that you were wrong about the WRONG decision. And hopefully it could turn out a good one at the end.
But it doesn't!!! At least at first it doens't look like that, then, after you have suffered the consequences, you realize it was wrong but it has made you undestand something...ugh...so my question is HOW DO YOU STOP THAT?!?!?!?
Or probably you shouldn't stop it- the bigger the mistake, the harder to forget the lesson, right?!?!?
And to wrap up this confusing part of my I-am-so-sleepy-that-I-don't-know-what-I'm-writing-about-monologue, I would like to put this quote from that show I used to watch (which got boring after the 2nd season)... concerning mistakes:
‘’LILLY:-Come on, it’s an adventure!
TED:-No, it’s not an adventure, it’s a MISTAKE!!!
LILLY:-Ok! YES, IT’S A MISTAKE! I know it’s a mistake, but there are certain things in life, where you know it’s a mistake, but you don’t really know it’s a mistake, because the only way to really know it’s a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say:``Yeap, it was a mistake!’’
… So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because you go your whole life not really knowing that something was a mistake or not! ...And- damn it!- I’ve made NO MISTAKES! I’ve done all this-my life, my relationships, my carrier mistakefree!’’
Well in her case it was a mistake, she left her boyfriend, moved out of New York fallowing her dream to become a famous artist...and she failed...
So forget about what I said above...it's all just some senseless crap that had to go out of my tiny little head...
Now: the model's blog part:
My fabulous job took me always to the north of Europe this month- to Stockholm and Sylt...Not exactly with top priority on my I-WANNA-SEE-BEFORE-I-DIE-places-list, so I am grateful I had the chance to experience a bit of them...I mean if you fallow the scheme: ARRIVAL-SLEEP-WORK-SLEEP-DEPART, there is not much for "seeing" or experiencing" left...but hotel breakfast is always a "highlight", airports have nice shops too, and a swimming pool and sauna is already a "WOW", especially if you have time to actually go there!
Now, Stockholm, to start with, (looks like lots of water from above)
surprised me with 2 things: they had some shops open till 21h on Sunday, including SEVEN ELEVEN, the popular chain of convenient stores widespread around Asia(+1 point for Sweden)...where you could find THE BEST CANDIES.
I've always thought the best were in Germany, but see, even I was wrong...(+1 more point for Sweden)
Next day turned out to be a 14 hours working day, a shooting in an medieval castle,90 km outside of Stockholm
... it didn't look that old though
Breakfast...
Looks like Swedish people, such as Bulgarians, like to put jam on top of a cheese sandwich :) Germans hate it. (make 3 points for the Swedish)
The team was great, everybody was really nice and careering (got me more from those candies-but don't tell my booker, for god sake!) and very professional!
But let's face it:
- being dressed only with a skirt, a top and mostly bear feet,(...meanwhile the electricity went off-no heating almost throughout the whole shooting...)
-after having spent 2-3 hours sitting on a chair while getting your hair and make-up done…
-and thеn working for so long without a proper heater in a house made of stone…at the end of the day you pretty much are a stone yourself…
oh and there was also no bathroom inside the building, but in a tiny little house outside
...Now, we all know how being cold effects your bladder (you wanna pee all the time) but at the same time you wanna drink hot chocolate and tea all the time(in order to warm up) and monitor the intake of liquids in order to reduce your "trips" to the bathroom...
Who said modeling was easy????...You need excellent organizational skills and concentration!!!! LOL
At the end of the day I was totally frozen, and if there were any machine guns lying around, I was gonna enter the top news of the day as the model who got mad and killed everybody around! Sorry guys, wrong place wrong time...
Besides, what really freaked me out, was the fact that there was NO music while working. And I really need some Music to keep my spirits high. Music is the first and ABSOLUTELY obligatory basic tool on photo shoots! Remember that! At some point all I was hearing were steps on the wooden floor...which, if you listen to all day, gets as annoying as a constantly dropping, broken water tab.
For all that, I am convinced that the pictures are gonna be great, as they mostly turn out so, when the poor model is truly suffering... (no irony, I am serious...)
I shouldn't forget to mention the greatest variety of Absolut flavours you could imagine in your life! Maybe that could help me to warm up a bit next time...joking,of course(should I give them an extra point for that???) It was really great working there and I am truly excited to see that magazine!!!
SYLT, for those who don't know is a "posh" island in the North sea
...and having a house there is a certain sign that you belong to high-class German society. So, whenever you dreamed of a 2-million beach house: did it look something like that???
...Nope, mine neither...or like that???
but some other people's 2 million euro "beach" houses apparently do...Don't worry, first get that money together, there is a whole village of those little houses to choose from...You will find the right one for you, I am sure
Luckuly (or not), I was staying at ***** spa resort. Well, at least its roof was not made out of straw....
BUT sometimes "good" service can get a bit annoying. Especially, when on the short walk from your room to the restaurant, there will be somebody to open each of the 5 doors inbetween for you, to wish you "Wunderschönen guten Morgen" and "Guten Appetit" like 5 times, and on top of that asks you as many times if you needed anything else...like filling up your cup of coffee for the 3rd time...
Don't get me wrong, I love excellent service, but sometimes it has to be a little bit invisible...otherwise you are afraid to go out of your room, cause you might bump into one of "them"...the super friendly staff...
There was a nice in/outdoor pool with sea water...and a sauna!
Actually, a whole "sauna town": eucalyptus sauna- 75 degrees and 40% humidity; lemon grass sauna-65 degrees, 25% humidity; Turkish steam sauna- 45 degrees, 60% humidity; steam bath...biosauna... (..you got the idea...) + some other steam rooms that I was even afraid to look into! The good thing was- this job was not quite as stressful as that described above. For 3 days I had my evenings free to enjoy the pool and the sauna!
ATTENTION!
There is the catch- German sauna is NUDE! NO swim suits allowed! And no separated lady's and men's sauna...it all goes together. And since it has happened to me before (when I was sitting in the sauna with my swim suit and they came to tell me to take it off...and I left)...I knew this time wouldn't work either. RULES!
But seriously, what's the big deal?!?! If you wanna walk around naked, fine, I'll keep my eyes "wide shut"! But you can't force me to get naked just to be fair to everybody else. And seriously, it seems like, for some reason, especially men above certain age, really enjoy walking around naked. Women mostly wrap a towel around, but grandpas put their towels like scarfs around the neck and walk as if they were some hot football players. I always looked aside, but still you can't help noticing..the face at least. Imagine how awkward it is when you see those people having coffee and croissants at breakfast next morning...Or is it just me who feels it's not nice?!?!? Quite disturbing actually...Well, at the end, the only sauna I went to was the Finnish one- 90 degrees, 10% humidity...Guess why- there was nobody inside...and I had to run to get to the bench and put my towel on it- you don't wanna get your feet burned, do you???...that hot it was...
CAUSE NOBODY ELSE WILL
Has it ever appeared to you, that no matter what you do and how hard you try, you keep taking the WRONG decisions. What is worse- you know it's wrong before you do it and that it won't lead to anything good...but you still do it... Because you want to check if there was some minimal chance that you were wrong about the WRONG decision. And hopefully it could turn out a good one at the end.
But it doesn't!!! At least at first it doens't look like that, then, after you have suffered the consequences, you realize it was wrong but it has made you undestand something...ugh...so my question is HOW DO YOU STOP THAT?!?!?!?
Or probably you shouldn't stop it- the bigger the mistake, the harder to forget the lesson, right?!?!?
And to wrap up this confusing part of my I-am-so-sleepy-that-I-don't-know-what-I'm-writing-about-monologue, I would like to put this quote from that show I used to watch (which got boring after the 2nd season)... concerning mistakes:
‘’LILLY:-Come on, it’s an adventure!
TED:-No, it’s not an adventure, it’s a MISTAKE!!!
LILLY:-Ok! YES, IT’S A MISTAKE! I know it’s a mistake, but there are certain things in life, where you know it’s a mistake, but you don’t really know it’s a mistake, because the only way to really know it’s a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say:``Yeap, it was a mistake!’’
… So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because you go your whole life not really knowing that something was a mistake or not! ...And- damn it!- I’ve made NO MISTAKES! I’ve done all this-my life, my relationships, my carrier mistakefree!’’
Well in her case it was a mistake, she left her boyfriend, moved out of New York fallowing her dream to become a famous artist...and she failed...
So forget about what I said above...it's all just some senseless crap that had to go out of my tiny little head...
Now: the model's blog part:
My fabulous job took me always to the north of Europe this month- to Stockholm and Sylt...Not exactly with top priority on my I-WANNA-SEE-BEFORE-I-DIE-places-list, so I am grateful I had the chance to experience a bit of them...I mean if you fallow the scheme: ARRIVAL-SLEEP-WORK-SLEEP-DEPART, there is not much for "seeing" or experiencing" left...but hotel breakfast is always a "highlight", airports have nice shops too, and a swimming pool and sauna is already a "WOW", especially if you have time to actually go there!
Now, Stockholm, to start with, (looks like lots of water from above)
surprised me with 2 things: they had some shops open till 21h on Sunday, including SEVEN ELEVEN, the popular chain of convenient stores widespread around Asia(+1 point for Sweden)...where you could find THE BEST CANDIES.
I've always thought the best were in Germany, but see, even I was wrong...(+1 more point for Sweden)
Next day turned out to be a 14 hours working day, a shooting in an medieval castle,90 km outside of Stockholm
... it didn't look that old though
Breakfast...
Looks like Swedish people, such as Bulgarians, like to put jam on top of a cheese sandwich :) Germans hate it. (make 3 points for the Swedish)
The team was great, everybody was really nice and careering (got me more from those candies-but don't tell my booker, for god sake!) and very professional!
But let's face it:
- being dressed only with a skirt, a top and mostly bear feet,(...meanwhile the electricity went off-no heating almost throughout the whole shooting...)
-after having spent 2-3 hours sitting on a chair while getting your hair and make-up done…
-and thеn working for so long without a proper heater in a house made of stone…at the end of the day you pretty much are a stone yourself…
oh and there was also no bathroom inside the building, but in a tiny little house outside
...Now, we all know how being cold effects your bladder (you wanna pee all the time) but at the same time you wanna drink hot chocolate and tea all the time(in order to warm up) and monitor the intake of liquids in order to reduce your "trips" to the bathroom...
Who said modeling was easy????...You need excellent organizational skills and concentration!!!! LOL
At the end of the day I was totally frozen, and if there were any machine guns lying around, I was gonna enter the top news of the day as the model who got mad and killed everybody around! Sorry guys, wrong place wrong time...
Besides, what really freaked me out, was the fact that there was NO music while working. And I really need some Music to keep my spirits high. Music is the first and ABSOLUTELY obligatory basic tool on photo shoots! Remember that! At some point all I was hearing were steps on the wooden floor...which, if you listen to all day, gets as annoying as a constantly dropping, broken water tab.
For all that, I am convinced that the pictures are gonna be great, as they mostly turn out so, when the poor model is truly suffering... (no irony, I am serious...)
I shouldn't forget to mention the greatest variety of Absolut flavours you could imagine in your life! Maybe that could help me to warm up a bit next time...joking,of course(should I give them an extra point for that???) It was really great working there and I am truly excited to see that magazine!!!
SYLT, for those who don't know is a "posh" island in the North sea
...and having a house there is a certain sign that you belong to high-class German society. So, whenever you dreamed of a 2-million beach house: did it look something like that???
...Nope, mine neither...or like that???
but some other people's 2 million euro "beach" houses apparently do...Don't worry, first get that money together, there is a whole village of those little houses to choose from...You will find the right one for you, I am sure
Luckuly (or not), I was staying at ***** spa resort. Well, at least its roof was not made out of straw....
BUT sometimes "good" service can get a bit annoying. Especially, when on the short walk from your room to the restaurant, there will be somebody to open each of the 5 doors inbetween for you, to wish you "Wunderschönen guten Morgen" and "Guten Appetit" like 5 times, and on top of that asks you as many times if you needed anything else...like filling up your cup of coffee for the 3rd time...
Don't get me wrong, I love excellent service, but sometimes it has to be a little bit invisible...otherwise you are afraid to go out of your room, cause you might bump into one of "them"...the super friendly staff...
There was a nice in/outdoor pool with sea water...and a sauna!
Actually, a whole "sauna town": eucalyptus sauna- 75 degrees and 40% humidity; lemon grass sauna-65 degrees, 25% humidity; Turkish steam sauna- 45 degrees, 60% humidity; steam bath...biosauna... (..you got the idea...) + some other steam rooms that I was even afraid to look into! The good thing was- this job was not quite as stressful as that described above. For 3 days I had my evenings free to enjoy the pool and the sauna!
ATTENTION!
There is the catch- German sauna is NUDE! NO swim suits allowed! And no separated lady's and men's sauna...it all goes together. And since it has happened to me before (when I was sitting in the sauna with my swim suit and they came to tell me to take it off...and I left)...I knew this time wouldn't work either. RULES!
But seriously, what's the big deal?!?! If you wanna walk around naked, fine, I'll keep my eyes "wide shut"! But you can't force me to get naked just to be fair to everybody else. And seriously, it seems like, for some reason, especially men above certain age, really enjoy walking around naked. Women mostly wrap a towel around, but grandpas put their towels like scarfs around the neck and walk as if they were some hot football players. I always looked aside, but still you can't help noticing..the face at least. Imagine how awkward it is when you see those people having coffee and croissants at breakfast next morning...Or is it just me who feels it's not nice?!?!? Quite disturbing actually...Well, at the end, the only sauna I went to was the Finnish one- 90 degrees, 10% humidity...Guess why- there was nobody inside...and I had to run to get to the bench and put my towel on it- you don't wanna get your feet burned, do you???...that hot it was...
Sunday, May 2, 2010
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn
Anybody wondered what has bulgarianprincess been doing lately? Yes, me too.
Well, she terminated her facebook experiment after three not as painful as expected weeks of abstinence...And it was only when her booker told her that he has uploaded some of her new modeling pictures on his facebook page when she couldn't help logging in again and checking on the comments...Bad excuse, right??? She thought so too. Self-absorption will kill ya!
Once the facebook-issue was finished, she went seeking for new adventures and signed up for the 30-days-Bikram-Yoga-Challenge...Not less painful, but very very good and healthy painful, kind of "happy painful". That explains why she hasn't been around much, since this challenge took a lot of her time. But gave her a lot of energy too. Now she could write tons about sinking in the "living room of your body and listening to the peaceful silence inside" but people would think she went completely nuts, so she would prefer to keep that part to herself.
Meanwhile it's springtime, in case you haven't noticed! (If it is springtime in Hamburg, then probably all the rest of the world has already noticed it much earlier.) But this is the best time to be here. The difference to other cities in spring is, that once the sun is shining, EVERYBODY is extremely happy about it: flip flops-, sunglasses-, ice-cream- and BBQ in the park- season is opened, although it's only 18, not 38 degrees...(and the day after will be raining again)
And Hamburger Dom (the Easter fair with the roller coasters) is over. That was fun too. Not as FujiQ, but at least another reason to go out, shout, scream and be scared...
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
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