Fishermen in Mirissa, Sri Lanka
The picture says it all. You know exactly where that delicious chocolate belongs…. and it rhymes with yummy…. 😉
It’s now only 1 day until Christmas and I must say I’m going to miss our Advent activities.
So to go out with a bang, here’s the whole list of ADVENTuring we did. Today’s your last chance to catch up with whatever you’ve missed.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year 2017! Cheers!
Most of us see stars when in love or in pain. Wait a minute, isn’t that one and the same?
Jokes aside, I think it’s a beautiful exercise. For the eyes, body, mind and soul.
As you see, I feel rather poetic today. And I know exactly why….
For me, there’s no better reminder of how tiny a piece of the universe I am, than staring into a twinkling night sky. The magic of inky heavens dotted with silver promises of hope. Surreal!
If you, however, are not amused and find faults in the stars, at least allow yourself to be awed by a full moon-which is tonight. In fact, it’s the last of the three supermoons in 2016. Go out there and be a lunatic! 😉
I’m off to scribble some poetry… ciao!
Movement and music combined, make magic. Ok, not always, but almost always. Either way, shouldn’t you be part of it?
It doesn’t matter if you have two left feet or three. Just get your groove on and shimmy on!
West Coast Swing is my hot favourite at the moment and I suggest you check it out.
Besides tons of super cool side-effects, dancing has proved to improve mood. So what are you waiting for? Get those shoes on and dance your way to happiness! No more Monday blues.
Oh, and if you live in either Hamburg, Halle, Mumbai or Goa; I have a list of kick-ass dance instructors you should say hello to:
Hamburg: Julian & Juliane
Halle: Ronny Hörig
Mumbai: Reesha & Diago
Goa: Dr. Martin & Flossy
Disclaimer: None of these guys asked me to feature them. I only did so coz I find them fabulous! Your dancing will never be the same once you meet them.
Caution: Highly addictive.
Confused about why I’m so active this Advent? Here’s why. Ciao for now!
Time to wake up the Fashionista/o in you. Our drab world could always use some colour and cheer.
I added red, green and white as options. You could wear any one or two or all three if you like. And while you’re at it, feel free to throw in tinsel colours- gold and silver.
No harm looking like a Christmas tree in December, huh? 😉
For those thinking, “NO WAY!!” won’t you please make my day by wearing at least a tiny colour of the season? Perhaps a scarf, a tie pin or a ring.
Worse case scenario, you could definitely achieve red. All you got to do is expose yourself to the heat or the cold and voila! I bet you’ll give Rudolph a run for his money!
Stay colourful, stay happy! Until tomorrow…
Now, now, what do Reggae, coffee and the Fish market have in common?! Sounds like a rather unlikely trio.
Enter Jessy Greaves.
Give me a minute brother! Let me set the scene very quickly before my readers scoff at your beloved trio.
Come Sunday morning at the Hamburg harbor and life is bustling with energy. The stragglers from last night refusing to go home, bring the party to the Fish market. There are live bands, food and drink until the gong sounds at 9:30am and then you really have to go home. Most have celebrated the night away at the Kiez or the Reeperbahn which is the rather famous or infamous (depending on which side of the world you’re opining) party street of Hamburg.
Those that are not red-eyed but with sore-throats and flushed cheeks are vendors at the many tiny kiosks selling vegetables, fruits, clothes, hats, chocolates, fish and plants. As the clock inches towards closing time, their prices drop and their offers get more generous. Of course, they claim, the offer’s only on because they are in a good mood and feel like being nice to you.
The chaos and color of the Fish market immediately appealed to me as a stark and vivid contrast to the general German orderliness and quiet efficiency. What a delight!
Then comes someone who defies all rules of conventional German markets. The Rasta man and his sinfully energizing Barista. Jessy Greaves markets his coffee like never before. His customers are treated to soul-searching, pulsating reggae tunes blaring from his cart while sipping steaming hot coffee and being enthralled with his antics. An unsuspecting lady found herself twirling in Jessy’s arms to the beats of Buffalo Soldier just as she leaned in to figure out what he was proclaiming to the mountains and tree tops and ships at the dock- “Lecker lecker lecker!!!” (Tasty, tasty, tasty!)
“Lecker” describes not only the coffee and this amazingly spirited man, but also the mood that catches on like wild fire once Jessy decides to turn on his charm. A startled man was asked “ Hast du Angst von dem schwarzen Mann?” (Are you afraid of the black man?) To which he quickly replied “No Sir!“ and Jessy bellows out with laughter saying- “But I am!”
If you’re in Hamburg early on a Sunday morning (5:30am even), you must visit the “Fischmarkt” and smell the aroma of the Rasta Barista!
Reggae is among my favorite music genres and as I let myself be swept off in a trance of Rasta happiness, I pumped fists with Jessy and sang along to say Thank-you. Floating away on my little cloud I suddenly realized how contagious we are to each other. Happy or sad, you do pass it on. Is your mood worth catching?
The creative ones fearless enough to bring their talent to the street always fascinate me. Perhaps it’s because I often daydream my way into dancing on street corners and hearing the clink-clink of coins into an upturned hat amid hoots and cheerful applause… but that’s where it stops. A dream.
I live out my fantasy vicariously through the many talents that jump out of every nook and cranny in this beautiful port city. Here’s a list of the artists I passed just this weekend in a span of an hour’s walk around the center:
*I once came across a statue in Dresden that I thought was rather disproportionate. I said so quite audibly. I might have said ugly. The statue growled and I fled! In my defense I didn’t know it was an actual person in paint and standing ramrod straight.In the statue’s defense, she was so good she fooled me. I take my time around statues now. Catch me voicing my opinion loudly? Not before I’ve stared it in the eye and made sure it isn’t alive.
(PS-This picture was taken before I gave my grand opinion.. lol)