As you all know, I’m a proud German, having been born there and raised in the German culture. Being German, and not living in Germany, is a funny thing; everybody wants to tell you about their long-lost fifth removed cousin (“you must know who he/she/it is!”) or their favorite beer that they drank . . . → Read More: Hannover, Germany: Home of the other Oktoberfest!
About ten minutes ago my life changed. Squeezing myself around a stack of soda cans, I glanced to my left and I saw them. I saw packets of Pim’s cookies. Pim’s? Yes. Pim’s. The best thing since sliced bread. Literally.
Pim’s are a wonderfully British (or I assume they are British) cookie whose jelly layer, . . . → Read More: All that in a box of chocolates?
You know…I lived in Africa thinking that I would be in the most dangerous of countries, and I was OK with that. I was taking calculated risks, staying away from dubious persons, and in general, just being a smart cookie.
In recent weeks, it has become known that terrorist attacks are planned in the greater . . . → Read More: Am I ever safe?
It was the day after I arrived in Germany. I’d just woken up. I immediately checked for new bug bites; a silly habit from Equatorial Guinea. It was cold outside, and I was wearing a sweater. I took my breakfast (fresh bread, marmalade, butter, and yogurt) out onto the porch. The bright spring sun gave . . . → Read More: Raspberry yogurt, a volkswagon, and a friend: Germany.
I saw these shoes when I was shopping for Madagascar and fell in love. Maybe it’s the pattern.
I know, only a German could love them. Functional, semi-ugly, and they probably look better when paired with knee-high socks and lederhosen. Yet, I am wearing them in the Frankfurt Airport right now. Not much . . . → Read More: I am not ashamed.
Just a few notes: Your´s truly makes a cameo in this photo on the Field Trip Earth site, where I was working with my BBFL on our field data collecting methods.
Also, wordpress (which is my blogging platform) does me a favor and lists all of the google searches that people have done where my . . . → Read More: Google searches and my website. Hmm…
I LOVE German butcher shops. I don’t care what anyone says – they are absolutely fantastic. While in Germany with my boyfriend, I took him to a butcher shop. The goal: to buy meat for a picnic.
Inside the family-run shop, thick silver hooks speared meat hanging in glass-door refrigerators. A little chilled, I glanced . . . → Read More: Blood sausages and raw meat. Barbaric!
Less than 48 hours until I’m on a plane to Equatorial Guinea, and I am definitely getting nervous (in a good way) in anticipation of the unknown. I’m a little miffed that I have to be at the airport at 4:30am for a timely security check…but it’s all in the name of good travel!
Last night I used . . . → Read More: Finals thoughts: Equatorial Guinea here I come!
The Felsenmeer is a graveyard of enormous boulders, some entering the realm of small-house sized. Local legend has it that two giants were quarreling and decided to end the fight by flinging rocks at each other, leaving behind a massive battlefield of stone. A more plausible explanation of the giant sea of granite is the . . . → Read More: Felsenmeer: A place where giants fought and mythical heroes died.
While walking through the Odenwald (Germany) today, I tried to take a snapshot of a cool looking branch on the ground. As I was bending down to take a closer look, I realized a small mouse was literally frozen to the side of the wood.Because of the below-zero temperatures, I quickly snapped a picture . . . → Read More: Frozen in Germany: an accidental snapshot.