The day Paul Walker died

DSC01935The day Paul Walker died we were in New York City. We had dinner reservations at Acquavit that night, where we found ourselves indulging in everything tasty Scandinavia may have to offer amidst warm light and warmer service. There were plates that married tapioca pearls and quail egg, langoustine and sea urchin, sardines and elderberries, foie gras and radish, cod and sunchoke, squab and apple, white chocolate and a bird’s nest, smiles and hands holding each other across the table. Continue reading “The day Paul Walker died”

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I’m at the gym

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I think we can agree on the fact that going to the gym is among the stranger activities humankind engages in. The whole concept of going to a closed room to move and sweat and be physically active, in order to make up for the rest of the day spent in other closed rooms where you don’t move and don’t sweat and aren’t physically active is somewhat bewildering. But then there are two places in the world where going to the gym arguably exceeds this level of general weirdness.  Continue reading “I’m at the gym”

Memories I take with me

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When I get up in the morning at 6.30 am it is still dark outside. I jog downhill to the gym through San Francisco’s moist and cold, and it smells of fried bacon on some street corners, and burnt wood on others. I hold my maze spray in hand, because – you never know.

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Special Saturday

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Every Saturday, Nicola and I embark on adventures we like to group under the heading ‘Special Saturday.’ We take turns in deciding what novel activity could fill our Saturday, and have a lot of fun plotting during the week to reveal our plans to the other on Saturday morning. Last week’s visit to the Botanical Garden had been my ‘Special Saturday’ pick. So this week it was Nicola’s turn and he decided we should take a scooter trip to Sausalito. Here we go.

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Kaua’i Part II & other stories

DSC01472California is sunny and hot these days, San Francisco fog clouds nothing but my memories. It has almost been a month since we took off for Lihue International Airport. Can you believe this?

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Cross-Atlantic departures, of the unexpected type

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Oh, life. One moment things are are steady, the pace of life as per usual, the course of events calm and orderly. The next moment, you find yourself packing a suitcase for an out-of-the-blue cross-Atlantic flight home for document-related matters, demanding in-person-appearance and illustrating the nuisance that is German bureaucracy like nothing else. It’s a routine event shaking up my routine.

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Froyo, yolo, and that beach body

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Our upcoming Hawaii vacation fills me with a sense of indescribable excitement, joy, and anxiety. Bikini anxiety. Which I write jokingly, obviously, because all of the beaches on Hawaii are so secluded, no one will actually see my non existent abs in nothing but two small pieces of water-resistant clothing, right? Right. Jokes aside, there are more important things to focus on in summer than obtaining the perfect beach body and that’s finding the perfect frozen yogurt place. Because you only live once, and life is too short for icy frozen yogurt, and because of all the other inspirational sayings about froyo.

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Week 29

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If you have previously heard about the concept of Third Culture Kids–people who have spent significant parts of their developmental years outside their parents’ culture, and as a result have developed their own ‘third culture’–then shame on you. How is it possible that no one has ever explained my struggles, relationship patterns, confusion, and general me-ness to me, by pointing out that I am, quite clearly, a Third Culture Kid?

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The marrying type

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Oh, it’s summer, and summer means it’s wedding time. Chances are all of your early thirty something friends are getting married right now. Ours are. We kicked off the wedding season this weekend, and joined Nora and Enrique as they partied away into holy matrimony. Don’t you just love this time of year? The endless flower arrangements, glasses of sparkling, drunken relatives, and decadently sweet wedding cakes? To my immeasurable disappointment, the latter two were mysteriously absent from Nora and Kike’s wedding.

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Week 28

Cookie Butter Monday Notes

Scandinavians are peculiar in many ways, and I say that with the utmost love and affection towards humankind of the Northern European variety. After having lived in Copenhagen for some years, as well as in the unofficial capital of Sweden that is Barcelona—I met so many Swedes there it made me wonder whether anyone was actually left in Sweden—part of me likes to secretly consider herself scandinavianized. Driving to IKEA in California makes me feel homey and whole and that’s a sensation brought forward not only by hotdogs you get to top yourself and $1 soft serve cones.

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Butternut squash for breakfast – I finally figured out how

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As the true butternut squash afficionado fanatic addict that I am, it could only take me so long before finding a way to incorporate this golden fruit of deliciousness into my favorite meal of the day – breakfast. That’s right: butternut squash for breakfast. Because it is so good. As a result of the detestable scarcity of butternut squash in my native Germany, it isn’t a squash in my mind anyhow, but more of an exotic fruit that grows in the lushest corner of paradise.

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All the pretty things – or five, actually

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{2. Indulging in breakfast creations involving toasted challah and…}Monday Notes Oatmeal{… and those involving oatmeal}Monday Notes No. 3 Shop OpeningNo. 3 Shop Opening{3. Discovering that your all-time-favorite Refinery 29 took your picture. While you were shopping jewelry for stacking purposes}Monday Notes Secret Messages{4. Finding secret messages}Monday Notes birdieMonday Notes Nico{5. Exploring Oakland…}Monday NOtes Blueberry Cinnamon Role{… where we headed to the gourmet vegan cinnamon rolls bakery Cinnaholic. A colleague recommended the place, because he knows the owner, who used to be a punk rocker in Berlin. I mean. What’s not to love.}

Why are we so scared of living? Of when I quit my job and got on a plane to San Francisco

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As any good story, this one begins with an ending. And some French toast.

After 6 months of working in a job that somehow is a pretty big deal to people at business schools and at some other places as well, I have quit. I bought a ticket and got on a plane to

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Hello world!

Hello world, it’s me again! If there is one thing life teaches me, it is that every ending brings a new beginning. This is a fortune cookie wisdom that most certainly proves true. The end of my studies will mark the beginning of my first attempt at surviving an actual job. Life has made quite clear to me that losing someone dear can mean the end of an era. Just as it has proven that you can find someone you’ll love in the most unexpected corner of the world and go ahead and start a new era. My point, dear reader, is

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