- Eating the rainbow: I've started eating a large variety of fruit for breakfast. Seeing so many different colours in my bowl makes me really happy.
- Related: Perfectly ripe nectarines and peaches.
- A trip to Austria with Lena and Sash // Ridiculous Spotify playlists. / Staying at a pharmacy loft in Graz with a great view. Right next to the Kunsthaus. An old book with botanical illustrations inspired my elaborate guestbook entry. / Sash making roasted cauliflower with parmesan and eggplant pasta for us. / Pumpkin seed ice-cream and a typical Styrian bean salad. / Walking through the tunnels, riding up the mountain in an elevator. Lizard friends. Walking back down. Orchards. / My new cat friend in Villach. I was very grumpy that evening so the ginger cat following me around for a while actually made my day. / Ossiacher See and another failed SUP attempt. Reading Murakami. Watching a thunderstorm.
- Coming home. Beergarden with Sash and Yanch (who drove me home that day even though it was really far. Much appreciated.)
- The book flea market in the middle of Bordeaux.
- Driving to Cap Ferret, looking for film locations from the movie Les petits mouchoirs. The beautiful dunes bordering the Atlantic Ocean. Jumping into the waves (after climbing a dune to reach plage d'Horizon which was so horribly exhausting I had to lie down for ten minutes before I could even think about going swimming). Then I got into a nasty current and got swept away further and further from the beach but luckily I remembered what do do in a situation like that from my diving training and managed to save myself.
- My first time in Basque country. I absolutely needed to visit Bayonne because one of my favourite musicians is named after this city (at least I think he is). We also visited Biarritz that afternoon and drove on to Spain where we stayed in Bilbao for two nights. One thing I found really interesting is that there is a typical Basque font which is used everywhere, even on street signs.
- Getting along famously with the receptionist (who spoke German - but the next day I managed to order coffee in Spanish... a proud moment)
- The Guggenheim museum in Bilbao. Especially Louise Bourgeois' Maman sculpture. I took a really great picture of the spider in the fog.
- Late night shawarmas. Getting cheap fruit and olives for breakfast in a tiny deli.
- Buying a ridiculous amount of canned beverages after the mountain incident/fight/tears. Turning the mood around. Having a nice dinner at a Basque restaurant.
- A tour through Spanish mountain villages. Stopping in Guernica after listening to a Spanish podcast about Picasso's famous painting. Discovering a gorgeous beach with a little island by chance.
- The house in the vineyards we randomly booked via email even though it wasn't available on Airbnb anymore. A gorgeous old manor in Sainte-Valière (which is usually an artist's residence) with our lovely host Eloise and her daughter. I wish we could've stayed there longer. I loved the old furniture, our green, velvet-upholstered bed and the fireplace in the kitchen. Eating dinner in the dark outside, playing Mastermind. Going on a nightly walk though the village, meeting most of the resident cats and driving the dogs crazy.
- Going crazy at Géant. Looking at everything without R. rushing me. Buying everything I wanted.
- A nightly picnic at the beach in Fréjus. Skinny-dipping under the full moon. A faint glow from an amusement park on the horizon. Fireworks from a distance. Strange lights from the fishermen.
- Even though getting the car stuck in the sand and spending hours in the midday heat trying to push/dig it out (after a horribly stressful morning I might add) wasn't exactly fun, I kinda appreciate challenging situations like that because they give me a sense of purpose. A concrete problem to fix. Focus and certainty. Do all anxious people perform better in a crisis? Anyway. Coming up with a plan and the kindness of strangers were definitely things to be greatful for.
- Italian AutoGrill cappuccino. Still delicious.
- Raphael is a better therapist than my actual therapist. We talked a lot on our drive home from France (it was really cosy - rainy weather, gloomy light and misty mountain roads through Switzerland; I was in the passenger seat with a pillow and blanket - fresh laundry smell makes me feel so happy) and I think he's on to something with his theories.
- Making roasted chickpeas for the first time. And my favourite pasta sauce.
- A lovely but very early dinner at a newly opened Italian restaurant with Lena and Christian on a sunny afternoon. The restaurant's name is Junge Römer - probably because of the Falco song?
- Reading about the IFS therapy method and subpersonalities. Very relatable and comprehensible. It's interesting to try and figure out which split personalities you have within yourself; who they are, how they behave, interact and why they're there or what they're responsible for.
- Warm milk with honey is always such a trip down memory lane. My grandma used to prepare this for me whenever we stayed overnight.
- Wearing proper clothes for a change. Surrendering to the thought that summer is over (when it had never properly started in the first place). Putting on a dress, a headband and cowboy boots. A museum-food-cinema date with Sash.
- The comfort of fall season. Thinking about wardrobe updates, learning opportunities, fresh starts. Pre-ordering books and watching movies with the appropriate vibes.
- I love my popcorn half-and-half (salty/sweet); and I feel like it defines me as a person. Always in-between, stuck between extremes. Indecisive.
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