Smells of pink tulips when we eat breakfast with the door open. Triangles with cheese, vanilla tea, and crunchy flakes do not miss the attention of a black-and-white cat. Colorful hammocks rock us on the porch, and we look at soap bubbles as if it is magic. A badminton shuttlecock flies across the blue sky from me to you. And storks dance over a field of bright yellow rapeseed.Continue reading
Memories made in Carlow
On my birthday, I discover a new strand of gray hair and I’m very happy about it because the color matches my April dress perfectly. Kilkenny wakes up from songs sung in The Field Bar. I love you – I keep humming in my rock & roll mind.Continue reading
Ireland on a day like this
We expected the sun to come out from behind the clouds. But that the wind will fly away, and not a single drop of rain fall. WOW! 😊Continue reading
Knockma Hill and the Light Shining Through
On Saturday morning, the rain drips into my short Americano, which was made for me by a great barista at Jungle Cafe. The grey beginning of March still keeps me in suspense. Can I finally enjoy my way home?Continue reading
Staring at the Stars
I remembered how is the feeling when you stare at stars. There are thousands of them, in front of a small white cottage with a red door in Connemara. We raise our heads up and contemplate sparkling points on a brisk night at the end of October.Continue reading
Amor y Amistad
The weekend started with friends. Opening by an Italian coffee with Aga on a happy Woodquay Street. And the evening with Bia and Jack who brought us a plant straight from Brazil.Continue reading
Tea Sugar A Dream – Thank You, Turkey!
The last morning in Turkey is lavender and pink. We are awakened by the sound of the Sea of Marmara. The first boats set off to Istanbul, the neighbors meet for a morning swim. We leave the room to the sandy shore. Ulvi our host from Efe Cafe has already prepared toasts and teas in bell glasses. He lights a cigarette and tells us about his everyday life in Silivri. In a moment we say goodbye in Turkish: Güle güle and leave the gate carefully so as not to run into a cat that has a bath under an olive tree at the corner of the street.Continue reading
The Scent of Apricots in Wrocław
– Can I get oranges?
-Madame, now is the season for apricots and cherries. In Spain, oranges are not harvested until September. At the moment you will only find old oranges.
-Ok, so then I would like apricots. They have an orange hue, too.
Dinner at Lough Derg
Sometimes the adventure starts late and completely unexpectedly, at 4:00 p.m. when you are moodily lying on the sofa. Then suddenly you want to eat something, but only in some beautiful place, far away, maybe on Lough Derg. Because it’s 90 km from Galway, where you’ve never been in your life.Continue reading
Europe at Home – the project from Faro links diverse people
Can I stay with you inside your brain
We won’t be alone”
-so wrote Jamila Faber of Leeuwarden in the Netherlands in her poem. I discovered her, among other authors, in the album “Europe at Home”, where my text was also published.Continue reading