F. and I had our first playground date today. I was well excited, picturing myself stopping the little man from eating too much sand, him digging around wildly and curiously watching the other children. Continue reading
Today’s “first” meant I had to get up at 4:15 am. It’s not often that I leave the house before sunrise (well, not in the summer, anyway). I felt excited, as if I was going on holiday, half expecting my dad to appear with a sugary donut from an old man’s stall, like he would in my childhood when we got off a ferry in Greece at four or five in the morning.
As I drove past a group of twenty-somethings obviously on their way home from a night out, I thought how much I love this time when the last ones to go to bed and the first ones to be up cross ways. How strange, though, to be among the first ones up rather than stumbling home with a kebab in one hand and my shoes in the other. I guess this is another sign I’m becoming an adult.
Today’s “first” dates back to our trip to England earlier this year, when we went to the pub with one of C.’s best friends and they got talking about their school days and a game they used to play back then: Magic. The Gathering. I sat there, trying to get what they were on about but understanding not much more than that I’d married a geek. Until one of them uttered a sentence that did catch my attention…
It’s not been that long that we’ve had different rail companies operating in Germany. And lately there has been an increasing number of alternative offers in Bavaria.
Today’s “first” was summed up perfectly by the man standing next to me, who turned to me and said: “This is what I imagine Paradise to be like.”
Today, I ventured into a world within Munich that I had little knowledge about before.
Today, we visited the Olympic Park in London. What an impressive sight! We went with a friend who saw it during the Olympics and I have to say it sounds like an amazing experience.
Spring is coming! The sun is shining lots, birds’ songs greet me when I open the windows in the morning and the first flowers are in full bloom.
I’ve been to several magic shows of different kinds. But tonight’s was very special.
What’s a rainy Sunday good for? That’s right, staying in and sorting out a hangover. Unless you’re a parent, in which case you probably didn’t go out on Saturday and therefore don’t have a hangover to take care of. Continue reading