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January 24th, 2014

To anyone who still has this website in their RSS feeds, surprise!

Broken database link plus baby-addled brain equals three years of downtime.

But thanks to in-house tech support, EuroYankee is back.

the slow life

March 15th, 2010

Pacific island life is quite different from life elsewhere. Not much excitement. Actually zero excitement. The routine has not varied for the past 4 days: eat baguette for breakfast (French colonialism is delicious), spend an unknown amount of time staring at the sea, read, snorkel, read, stare at sea, eat lunch, [beer #1] read, hitch a ride to grocery store to buy more baguette, kayak, swim, [beer #2] read, [beer #3]eat an early dinner (more baguette), take refuge in bed (mosquito net), read, try to keep eyes open until acceptable bedtime (9:30). I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time doing so little, Something tells me the next island on our itinerary will have a little more action. Japan ahoy!Pacific island life is quite different from life elsewhere. Not much excitement. Actually zero excitement. The routine has not varied for the past 4 days: eat baguette for breakfast (French colonialism is delicious), spend an unknown amount of time staring at the sea, read, snorkel, read, stare at sea, eat lunch, read, hitch a ride to grocery store to buy more baguette,kayak, swim, read, eat an early dinner (more baguette), watch the crabs (what are they scurrying around for? are they really using that coconut shell as a digging instrument?), take refuge in bed (mosquito net), read, try to keep eyes open until acceptable bedtime (9:30). I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time doing so little, Something tells me the next island on our itinerary will have a little more action. Japan ahoy!

sensory overload

February 25th, 2010

The past week+ on New Zealand’s South Island has been a string of stunning alpine scenery and pristine beaches. I am feeling overwhelmed. Maybe I’ll spend tomorrow at the Burger King next to our motel, just to put a stop to all the prettiness.

We spent the past four days “tramping” near Christchurch. It was as good as hiking can get. Great scenery, entertaining hiking companions, cozy hobbitesque cottages to sleep in. This country kind of freaks me out. It’s almost too nice. Where’s the edge?

just hanging

February 15th, 2010

Haven’t even made it out of Auckland yet, but am already impressed with New Zealand. We were staying in this posh B&B in the middle of the “bush” with views of the ocean. The house was pretty much all windows, so it was like we were living in the middle of the forest. I haven’t heard that many cicadas since summer in southern Indiana.

We have spent most of our first days here hanging out with D. & M. and planning the rest of our trip to the south island. But we also managed to sneak in trips to surfing beaches, costal hikes and delicious fish and chips. Tomorrow we fly to the south island to see if New Zealand’s mountains live up to expectations.

becoming fine

February 11th, 2010

The first warning that the sun is mean Down Under came on day one, when my travel companion got a slight sunburn despite long sleeves and a hat. Apparently one warning is all you get. Since the weather has been either “becoming fine” or “fine” ever since we arrived (apparently Australian newspaper terms for “partly sunny” and “sunny”) on the second day of our visit we went to the beach and sat under the shade of a palm tree. Sunburned! I was pretty impressed.

Other than that, we have been doing hot weather tourism, which entails as little movement as possible and lots of icecream. Nice.

first impressions

February 9th, 2010

i liked Sydney from the start when an adorable drug-sniffing dog “hit” on my bag and “confiscated” a contraband banana. The first day was spent in a state of jetlagged happiness. Summer. Sydney. Nice nice nice.

firsts and lasts

February 5th, 2010

*Ate a heaping plate of “spaghetti” ice cream

*Ate lunch at the Bonn university cafeteria (now I know why I’ve avoided doing so for the past five years)

*Had my banker offer me a glass of beer (went there to try and take care of business during the middle of a Carnival celebration!)

*Ate a slice of German cheese cake

*Got cut off by an Audi driver on the autobahn

leaving death behind

February 2nd, 2010

I took what will likely be my last walk through Poppelsdorf today. So it seems fitting to also post this last picture of the local undertaker, who has entertained us all these years with seasonally-appropriate displays of death.

death à la mode

December 17th, 2009

I managed to get a picture of the local undertaker’s window just days before the display changed to winter. Pumpkins are not a vegetable I ever associated with death…until now. There is something kind of sinister about them. Especially the goopy insides.

sans cooler

November 25th, 2009

I have been asking around about the possibility of borrowing a really big cooler. You know, the type you take to a picnic that can fit a 24-pack of Miller with tons of ice, etc. Or a 20 pound turkey. Yet it seems that Germans have not discovered the usefulness of big coolers. One colleague pointed out: why would I want to own a cooler so big that it would be too heavy to carry easily? So that your beer can be ice cold. Instead of lukewarm like it usually is at German picnics.