Sydney Day #5 – Indulgence.

December 30th, 2012.   Sundays are lazy days. After waking up very early again, I forced myself to sleep a little bit more and succeeded in leaving the house only after noon. I headed out to buy some food, ending up getting some lovely sourdough bread – they sure know how to do this here

Sydney Day #3 – Manly.

December 28th, 2012.   Either it is the summer, the zest for action or remains of a thing called jetlag, that wakes me up early in the mornings. Maybe a collection of all of these things, plus the sounds of the birds outside my window. I woke up at 4 a.m. and enjoyed a slow

Sydney Day #1 – Arrival.

December 26th, 2012. 24 hours later with sore muscles and bruises on my knees, I finally arrive at Sydney Airport. Only shortly thereafter I suddenly find myself plunging into a rock pool at Bronte Beach. Better than any shower you could ever take! Thanks for taking me there, Maria and Will. My first Australian flat

Leaving home for Christmas.

The past days I read your tweets, I saw your pictures, your check-ins at obscure places around Germany and the world. Everyone was heading home for Christmas. For me, it is the first year that I don’t. Instead, I spent most of Christmas Eve packing and being excited about leaving for Sydney. Luckily I have

14 days.

  I started to count the days until this, starting at 50 and now all of a sudden I am down to 14.   14 days until I will board a plane flying across countries and oceans to another continent. Down Under, they call it. This time of the year it will be burning hot