In which I extol the virtues of being on a boat in the Mediterranean.
A short, incomplete rundown of what 2017 was like. With pictures.
In which I tell you even more about our visit to Munich.
So after more than two years of absence, I returned to Stockholm last weekend to visit my sister, her husband and two unruly but fantastic little Swedish kids. Contrary to my usual ways
So we went on a weekend trip to Bratislava for my sweetheart’s birthday. As always, I couldn’t refrain from thoroughly documenting our endeavours. I will post a few updates in the
Back in Austria, back at work, but here are the graphic reminders of what a great time we had in Sweden. Enjoy by clicking on the picture below: I’ll be updating on
I’m sitting here in Sweden at my sister’s notebook, trying to not keep pressing the wrong buttons on an utterly confusing keyboard. (Well, not that confusing really, but switch the “y”
That’s the advantage of having to walk from one godforsaken village to the other, you’ve got plenty of photo ops. Too bad all I had was my cameraphone.
Trainrides are always dreary business. It’s then that little things make your day. Like the conductor whose mobile phone went off right when he was checking our tickets. The tune of choice?
Last week, while waiting for a contemporary Swedish dance show to start, I suddenly realized that I know the word fish in five languages: fish Fisch fisk sakana piscis Must be the Swedish
And here I am, back from Stockholm, and I brought with me a whole bunch of photos. You can either click the image above to view the set on Flickr or visit the
Since yesterday I’m in Sweden (and will be so until Thursday), visiting my sister and her husband to be, enjoying as much fish as I possibly can and missing my girlfriend who