I am in Croatia at the moment, staying at a campsite near Rovinj.
I thought I would send a few impressions. Not a big story this time, just some photos from the campsite and from the town. Rovinj is a beautiful place, with narrow streets, old houses, the sea, boats, and many small corners to discover.
Sometimes pictures say enough. So here are a few moments from my days here.
Birthdays, Easter, family lunches, a garden waiting for potatoes, a bicycle ride long enough to feel in the legs the next day — this was the kind of spring she had been moving through. Not dramatic, not grand, just full. Full in that very particular way life becomes full when every day seems to ask…
A Motorhome Journey from the Alps to the Adriatic The camera is on. Ralf smiles. “Yes, I had a very good holiday.” What follows is a warm road story about two couples, a friendly reunion, and a new way of travelling. It is also a simple idea with a big feeling: take your home with…
When people hear the word Grünkohlwanderung, they often think first about the food. Or maybe about the drinking. But for me it is much more than that. It is walking, it is eating, it is laughing, it is standing in cold wind with red ears and warm hands around a little glass hanging on a…
An Evening Where Darkness Led the Way Two weeks ago, I went to a very special restaurant.When I say special, I don’t mean fancy or extravagant. I mean unusual—something I had never experienced before. The restaurant was in Strasbourg, inside the Hilton Hotel. When you arrive there, everything feels completely normal. Christmas decorations, lights everywhere,…
We are live—two voices, two continents, one thread. Frank calls in from a quiet village in the northeast of France; Isma answers from Brazil, still dusted with the salt and sunlight of a week in Rio. No carnival feathers here, no samba clichés. This is a conversation about cathedrals that smell faintly of wax and…
The morning begins with laughter across continents. Frank, seated in a co-sharing space in France, apologizes for his sad-looking baguette as the hum of French voices swells around him. On the other side of the world, Janita smiles into the camera, the sunlight of South Africa spilling into her home. “It’s warm and sunny,” she…
