This reminds me of the fact that I never actually finished writing about all the things we did in Cinque Terre, and since that was four years ago… think I have to let that one go. Suffice to say, even the parts that I didn’t post about were also gorgeous and skies were crazy and buildings were sun-kissed and and and… *sigh* Italy.
There are few things that I love more than this time of year, with every field, garden, and even highway rest stops, full of bright red spots of poppies.
On a day as warm as this one was back in 2010, having an enormous tree in the middle of your fortress definitely comes in handy.
You can tell that this vineyard is in California and not in Germany because there are not nearly enough sturdy umbrellas to cover the entire terrace area with protective shade. Regardless of that, this place (the Robert Sinskey Vineyard), was excessively lovely with good snacks and very good wine.
Early summer in Salzburg is unbelievably picturesque. Oh wait, that’s every season in Salzburg. The roses are a nice touch though.
Two years in a row had BV and I walking a long way uphill to get to the Bonnerhütte on their first open day of the season. Since we’re taking a break from South Tyrol this May, we won’t be getting those sweet sweet dumplings this weekend, but hopefully they’ll still be available whenever we do get there next time.
I do love how you just poke your head around some corners and find things like this. This was somewhere in the Franconian Switzerland, but that’s all I can figure out. It’s okay, I like a little mystery.
Just like these chairs, we are all biding our time just waiting for the next day of ice cream weather.
May 1st, Labor Day here in Germany. For perhaps the first time since I moved here, I actually feel like I’ve earned the day off this year. I do however, feel guilty about the lack of work I’ve been doing in this space.
To say that the first four months of this year flew by would be a gross understatement. Even having a reduced workload for the last two weeks due to Easter school holidays didn’t offer me much time to spend on the internet. Or at least, not this kind of internetting. But here we are, the third short week in a row and I have a minute to check in.
It also occurred to me that for the past two Mays, I have tried to do some sort of writing challenge. I very briefly entertained the thought of doing that again this month, but there’s just no way I can muster up that kind of energy.
So what’s keeping me so busy? My new gig, aka the first full-time job I’ve had in ten years. Turns out working 40 hours a week plus commuting time doesn’t leave tons of extra time for… anything, really. We’ve been trying to plan meals out a bit better, and BV has taken over more of the weeknight cooking responsibilities. But yoga has been tricky to fit in, baking and more ambitious cooking has to wait for the weekends… you know, all those things that normal adults manage to fit around full-time jobs. I’m still trying to figure all of it out. It’s a good thing, I think, thus far.
I’m still technically freelance because German bureaucracy moves slower than a snail. I thought we’d be able to transition my work permit back in March, but when we went to my appointment, my Beamter was on vacation. Slight miscommunication there. We then spent three weeks trying to get him on the phone (as instructed, by the gal who WAS there that day), before giving up and emailing him yet again. We now have an appointment in two weeks, conveniently right before we leave on vacation. It would be nice if that week off was covered by my shiny-new vacation days, but I don’t know if it’ll work out that easily.
On the plus side, we’ll be in France. So even if it’s not paid, it’ll still be France. I cannot wait.
While everyone else in Germany seemed to be protesting, in a Biergarten, or perhaps both of those things, we had a pretty low-key day. We did some stuff around the house that needed doing, and I went out for a long walk.
Now BV is back in the spare room tinkering with more odds and ends, and I’m about to do some yoga and head to bed early. Thursdays I leave the house at 6am and no matter how disciplined I try to be, making myself go to sleep at a reasonable hour on Wednesday never goes according to plan.
So that’s it in a nutshell. Light work on Labor Day is acceptable, right?
I do miss the creative signs outside many shops in Prague. They exist here too, but none have quite this combo of fun.