Dream Home in Hampstead Heath

I have had this dream for a long time... And maybe one day....

I believe I have lived in pretty much every wind direction of London: During a 4 week language course I shared a flat with an English host lady in lovely Putney (SW), which I loved for its beautiful houses and green spaces, especially the little castle tower next to Putney Bridge. During my BA studies I shared a flat in north-east Walthamstow (E) and was and still am a huge fan of its high street market.

Then a few years later during my BA and MA I lived in Holloway Road, Islington (N), loved the Spanish restaurant around the corner and its spinach cream soop as well as the mouth-watering lamb kebabs you can get in loads of places there. Later it was Camberwell (SE) with a local tiny park (30 sec distance) and cheap cinema visits in the neighbourhood's Rye Lane cinema for 3,5 pounds... A few weeks at my friend s house in Ladywell (SE) (this area has great fishmongers for everyone who loves to cook grilled Tilapia!).

When the prince of sun and I stayed in London a few months ago, we stayed in Plaistow (E) (this area's tesco sells delicious (& cheap) beans "feijao tropeiro" for about 60p per kilo!) and our final home was in lovely Southfields (SW), just adored the 5-minute walk to Putney Heath and Wimbledon Park as well as the French shop around the corner with its incredible mirabelle jam!

But I have always known where I would want to stay and create our cosy London nest.


In wonderful Hampstead Heath. 

Let me introduce you to this beautiful green area in case you don t know it yet:

And yes, in case you are wondering and asking yourself whether we are in the countryside already, no, the Heath really is located in

Do you want to look young again?

Just let them pull your wisdom teeth and you look like a cute, chubby 5-year-old... muahahahaha 


Oh, a little piece of advice: the cuteness comes at a high cost: no proper food, pain, everyone is bursting into tears laughing but you cannot join in, or well, you might in case you would like to repeat the needle and thread game... and it (hopefully) doesn t last that long.


Results you can achieve:




That was about 1,5 years ago, the two upper wisdom teeth were both sitting in the gums and bones when they were removed, yes, they were not even born yet just as the now remaining... which will be removed now and sits, well, rather lies on the left side and is pushing the other tooth next to it (or as my Brazilian dentist put it: Esta comendo o outro dente do lado = he´s eating the tooth next to it... :-O


Will have my last check on Thursday and in the following weeks the operation...


Thank god that I don´t have a lower right wisdom tooth...

An uninvited visitor

International Security Matters (…or how to marry your Brazilian fiancé in Germany and move to London town…)

Getting married. Sounds quite simple to me, two people planning their happily ever after and
deciding where they want to live next. We are in a flexible and totally globalized world, aren’ t
we?! Well, one might suggest we are. However, as I am currently planning and “executing” the
process of international marriage and moving, I have come to the conclusion that only the rich
are supposed to get married with a ‘not from the same country’. Why is that? Let’s start with
the obvious: Documents.

Living in two countries - 2 - The pros and cons

Feeling the wind and smelling the salty sea air with the prince of sun at the beautiful Taperapuan Beach in Porto Seguro in December, climbing the rocky Gertelsbacher waterfalls with my dear mum in the land of milk and honey in April and having a nice cup of tea in a lovely Hampstead Heath or Camden café in August with "the dance girl"!

  

Here a few pros and cons for having your heart (and stuff) in different places:

Brazilian Native Cinnamon Leaves Tea - a canela-da-Índia

Yesterday we went to visit the prince of sun's grandparents who always tell us about their Indio (Brazilian native) and other local traditions.

 
This time I tried the most lovely Cinnamon Tea I have ever had in my life - instead of cinnamon sticks or cinnamon powder, freshly plugged Cinnamon Leaves are used to brew the nearly transparent tea! The same leaves are sometimes used when making coffee giving the coffee THE most deliciously exotic smell and aroma!!!

The tradition says that besides its lovely taste, cinnamon leaves tea helps to relieve

Rapunzel's Secrets: Long Hair Tipps

January 2012: past waist length

- or realising your dreams whatever they are...!

I remember when I was a little girl I had two long-haired cousins with hair jumping around their waist. Very often I was just standing there staring at their hair and more than once asked my mother to let me grow my hair longer than chin length - unfortunately I was a very active child that liked to run around, get dirty through playing in the forests and garden, jump and climb onto trees which makes long hair a difficult task for a mother of four, so I understand the reasons behind my mother's denial of my wish. She herself never had it very long and keeps it short, she likes that it is practical and simple to maintain [but also loves to play with my long hair ;)].

update on 2.11.2013: hair length now straight across hips

The wish of having long hair never stopped. But again, hair dressers and other people got into the way, telling me it was not possible to have long hair with my hair structure or that long hair doesn t suit me. Only about two years ago I decided to stop going to the hairdresser, stopped altering my hair in any way and stopped listening to anyone trying to hinder me from realising one of my childhood dreams. Researching on the internet and talking to people from different countries about hair care, I learned the Indian, Japanese, German, Indio's and other culture's secrets of how to have hair longer than your waist.

Well...maybe it's because I'm a Londoner

A link to the song: Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner


MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I'M A LONDONER (Hubert Gregg) Bud Flanagan - 1947 --- Davy Jones - 1965 Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I love London so Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I think of her wherever I go I get a funny feeling inside of me When walking up and down Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I love London Town

I went there first time in 2004, my aunt who was living there, had invited me to stay for a touristy week and it was during the 7-days out-and-about and the 7-nights-in-her-Forest-Hill-flat when it "clicked".

Living in two countries - 1

What's a woman to do when she's loving two...

Or three...

Three cultures, that is. And two cities to live in. The one and only city which is the 'love of her life'. Then the small town to live life to the full and the home*sweet*home to visit family and friends whenever the Sehnsucht (home sickness - which does not really contain the real sentiment...) hits the top nerve.

The home obviously is Germany, my home country. A village close to the French border, a 30-minute drive to beautiful EU-Strasbourg and an oasis of tranquility and peace of mind. Most of the time at least ;) I love visiting my parents and siblings who I ADORE, with all their odds and bits, but as it is after about 2 weeks, my dear self and its freedom genes are urging to leave to where its heart last stayed or where it would like to stay. Let's call this German village "the land of milk and honey".

The small town to live life to the full is a Brazilian well Bahian town called

What's this name anyway?

The German-Brazilian Londoner.

Let´s try to define in a few words which should be put into whole books and from time to time, will be unfold in future blog posts.

For now:

German = that's what she

25 years

A friend of mine told me for quite some time now to write a book about my every day life.

She is one of my inspirations, always writing a novel, short story or an article. 

Let´s call her the Berlin girl.

When I was younger, I always wanted to be a writer. Wrote my short (or long) unedited stories for friends and family and everyone always enjoyed them. Until one day, my grandmum told the innocent little writer that writing is no means to survive. Which gave the little writer a heartbreak you can imagine. She stopped writing, concentrating on school...later university and only in her emails to friends, she would sometimes still make her friends wonder and laugh about her everyday life.

When she was a child, she just wrote in German as she is from

For Starters!

Let´s just make a few things clear... On this site you´ll get:

*COPYRIGHT (texts, pictures...)

*no responsibility (mentioned places, procedures, situations - be careful when running around in new territories)

*spelling, grammar etc mistakes: If you find some, you can take them home, don´t want them back!

*in general: constructive feedback wanted!

=)