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514.63 km, 47.5 hours drive time, 7 campsites, a youth hostel, a pension-Done!

Ya-Hey !.... and Olla, the cyclists are back! And because the weather forecast for those at home can be fast and long-winded, here are the various stages in brief for those who want to learn the "bare minimum" ... ;-)

Day 1: Flensburg - Holnis (26km, 3hrs)
(on time) Arrival by train in Flensburg and the first 26km with the bike to Holnis. I am in fact totally untrained and my bike is 50kg felt heavy. At least! Our Tent is ogled by old-time tent campers ... build-up in 2 sec ... yeah! We call this little miracle building affectionately called "Quetschi ".... what was that again with the name and the things that a loving and important? ;-). We ring our little adventure with a grand dinner at the Ferry House on a ... Holnis mhhhhhh, leaks! Sunset at the northernmost tip of Holnis - the madness!

second Tag: Holnis - Nordgaardholz (33.36km, 4h)

cows ... cows everywhere .... and what beautiful things! The bike path runs right through paddocks and pastures. But the cycle map is lying! At least she does not mention the only uphill ... and it can be found here a lot I ...:-(... fight with my 3-speed bicycle to each meter, while in the lowest gear ride, grinning at me by ... .. hsssmmm We steal the corn (which exists everywhere along the way) and quickly engulf the golden-yellow juicy bulb, because the supposed peasant woman appeared with the watchdog on ... wow! The new camp is a hit ... not just the weather: hurricanes and severe weather warnings, so here is us. We reap sympathy of the other campers and a grandma still calls "knock it on, but when it sweeps away the wind ... then they just come with me as ..." Helpfulness we experience up here in the fish way to Koppen Hauf ... each offering his advice, his help, his whatever. (Or we just simply look totally unprofessional?) In any case, night went well! A fir tree has uprooted it. But we do not, "Quetschi" was Dank.Sowieso we get a lot of praise for our facilities: luggage bags, selfinflating Iso Mats, tents, ropes and co.

third Tag: Nordgaardholz - Kappeln (36.26 km, 3h)
We go faster and I breathe not so loud at the many mountain again. ;-) He has already lost a few pounds and now needs new shorts ne. My pants fit yet :-( The weather is getting worse and we decided to seek the protection of a hostel for sick not as early as 3 days. After all, we are up here every day at least for 2-3h in the rain was on the road. We Couple have a 6-bed rooms, showers and toilets to share with some "school trips" and Item 22 clock is dead silence on the long hallway ... Wow!

4th Tag: Kappeln - Eckernpförde (52km, 4.5 hours)

We pass through beautiful nature reserves, its first fall I cause (sorry!) and we reach the first tourist mecca. The weather is still wild and we must make a forced stop in a pension. Shower and toilet is exactly 1 for a whole corridor. are ladies and gentlemen .... something like it so too. I give the third time the supposedly correct PIN to my cell phone a wrong turn off and thus my only means of communication. How sweet! But of course! In addition, my right hand does not know what I want ... at least half of them denied the labor input.

5th Day stay in Eckernpförde
We have been looking at the early morning on the beach and look for the first time in our lives a seal in the wild! The young lady seal rests directly on the beach out for 8 weeks already, tell us locals. The little speck on the role to approach a 10m .... wow! In our pension are also Kyffhäuser. On dialect recognized ;-) Our dinner is a mix of crepes and fish sandwiches, which gets me at all. The fish sandwiches are still working on me all night and even when typing the word surreptitiously me a slight nausea ....:-(


Day 6: Eckernpförde - White beach (95.95 km, 8h)

The day on which I run to my limits. The plan was about 70 km to "even a tear to bissl more", as he says. First, we traverse the Kiel Bay by ferry and arrive around noon in Laboe. Yet another U-boat. The planned campsite is situated in the total solitude and I am persuaded, but still "a few kilometers' ride to the nearest place .... this is somewhere in the boonies next to the largest holiday park I've ever seen. Crazy what you can build so everything in a no man's land! Meanwhile, also makes the left hand not so good, but whining is not.


7th Tag: White beach - Strukkamphuk (55.2 km, 5h)

We leave our most beautiful and the ADAC Super-camping "excellent camp and cycle gene Fehmarn. At last! I'm really Hippel on the island and defy the enormous side wind, by the hood I pull his face even deeper. We drive through the Holy port where we devour the perfect pasta and move on through the Oldenburg region. Again, we reap enthusiastic views whether our equipment. Our packaging technology we professionalize every morning and again. We're shooting for a multi award-winning holiday park and camping as a target of Fehmarn and are more surprised that of all If he is not only free campground more. But diving centers, water park, a huge golf course, Kite surfing and courts and indoor sports hall. Just not 3qm for a tent. We therefore continue to ride on Fehmarn and the "Strukkamphuk" warmly received. Even the self-service market still on! Tent executed throw, hot shower and into the sleeping bags - after all, we want to go around the next day completely Fehmarn.

8th Tag: Fehmarn (66.11 km, 5.5 h)

Misfortunes never come singly. The day begins when I get lost in men's washroom and not even notice when a confident man the sink next to me up and shaved. I just want a "right, but you know that this is for women, ne?" , Slip out but threatened the confidence of the Surfers me. When leaving the washroom I look again at the door and go label ashamed goose-stepping back to the tent. He was not wrong, but I. I have the feeling that the whole camp to point the finger at me and chuckles: "Gucka times, which was in the men in it!" I get sympathy in the trusted "home" and hake from the failure, but from now grinning.

Clara to play and we start - the first time without luggage - the island tour. A perfect Sunday: Blue sky, sunshine, the very first time tailwind, brilliant cycling of dams or directly along the water, kite surfers and water skiers complete the scenario. ...... And then this sentence: "Honey, it may be that I had a flat tire ?"..... course, we have calculated the breakdown spray today, the Luftpumpr Multifunktionsreperaturset and even the present, which is a direct repair the damage prevented. Fortunately, I have the saddle bag of my dear brother (Hey, thank you club!) Here and find a repair kit and a bone. Just no air pump. Here are 2.5 hours in which he pushes and I alternate alongside role or collegiality also sliding. At the northernmost tip of Fehmarn (ie in exactly half way), we finally reach a camp site with an open self-service market that also sells air pumps. 5 minutes mend, wait a tipping length and 1 minute and wheel Luftaufpumpen refit. We can finally go on .... yeah. I cut the shit großmaulig a'la "Oh, it could get worse .... look, the sun shines, wheel back safe and sound and hey, we have !".... all the time and it is worse: In the middle of the mile-long dike between Wulfen and castle collapses on us holidaymakers a downpour size XXL. Nothing stays dry .... nothing. From the shoes we pour the water out, and even the underwear will not be spared. The only solution is still hot . Showering He and I at at MEN WOMEN.

9th Tag: Strukkamphuk - Grömitz (61km, 4hrs)

"Just get out of here!" my first thought when I look at the sky morgentlichen. A huge gray wall of rain and wind whipped around our tent. For the first time we have really fed up with the changing of coastal weather and the gloomy mood is right on our minds. With a long face, we sit in the rain around noon and then we can finally pack up and go into further Grömitz. Once there, we obviously give a very pathetic impression, because instead of the requested campground we get smooth an entire trailer - the price for the tent location. I wonder is whether this sympathy to the total muddy wheels, our wind and Wettergetrietzen facial expressions, or is due to the inclement weather, as we, the old lady pushing a Schlippe of debris and rubbish over to an old East German caravan in the "my grandchildren are playing in it and save it to a thousand euro wheel and because I rent the car and the money comes into the money box for the bike ... eh?". Gell?? We see both of us scared to do the old lady does not offend and gratefully appreciate the "accommodation" to. After all, there is a TV and after 9 days of absolute abstinence (No, not even in the hostel!) Glossed over this primitive and the neglect of the old caravan. In order to maintain a final touch of cleanliness, we roll the mattress on the mattress or cover our sleeping bags up to his ears. * Scary *



10th Grömitz days - Scharbeutz (52.6 km, 4 h)

"Just get out of here, looooos !".... also begins that day. We fall on the head and neck going notice the beautiful weather only at brunch on the beach promenade. Wow .... well at last! Today on Timmendorf and Sealife. Then we are looking forward all the time. So as soon as possible to the next campsite and down into the fray! Camping at "Neptune" So we reached our last stop, and if by then we thought the trailer was the worst one, what it was, we know the latest on sighting of the "big wash house": Worst That Could Happen? Warm water, we seek forgiveness and are not even soap. We shake our heads and grinning to rescue us in the underwater world of Timmendorfer Strand. As always, a highlight visit to the Oceanarium and because we still feel no real urge for "Neptune", we play miniature golf on an absolutely brilliant golf course. I am a real rivets, but we laugh enough and because of his jammed back Nerves we decide: from morning to Lübeck, but very fast!

11th Tag: Scharbeutz - Lübeck - Göttingen
Thank God, my back is back intact! I would like to think the same of - say hands - now connected. So we pack it all together for the umpteenth time, lashing ropes firmly and make the ultimate "loose-text". It is the day of the big trip home .... yeah! We are on the way to Lubeck and what we at the beginning of our journey still appeared as insurmountable uphill, is now weggeradelt simple. Our little constant companion, the onboard computer are, unfortunately, calculated on the last day on the mind. Again, we are of Cyclists on our equipment and where and to where and how long addressed. On the way home from Lübeck to Göttingen we will train even asked if we "take a trampoline through the area." Smiling, we clarify the Swedish cyclists on Quetschi exchange, and a little Latin from cyclists.


Done! 514.63 km bike path, 47.5 hours drive time
7 campsites, a youth hostel, a pension .....


Conclusion: Wow, and Geil, anytime again! Much as I would do it again, something different (one learns of it) and order certainly a better weather ;-) Funnily enough I have not, contrary to expectations Knee problems, but with the jam hands. My reading material has given me a new favorite author - Katie Buddenkotte. When they told me to date would not have been completely unknown, I could swear we were twins ..... at least rhetorically, intellectually. ;-)

quotes from 12 days touring:
"Moin, Moin, can I help them in any way?" (Locals in just about any place)
"Jesus will come and you all fi ***!" (Quote from "blouse with a blank one does not speak" by Katinka Buddenkotte)
"Yes Lara, after uphill nunmal comes down ..." (Bicycling nut to advance radel Santander wailing daughter)
"Something is always" (Er, every time I had something to whine)
"Please leave this room as they also want to find him!" - "Should I hack because now NEN ashtray in the wall?" (He secretly smoking after a vain attempt in a smoke-free train on the toilet)
"Are you traveling with a trampoline?" (Sweden cyclists wonder about our round, 70cm diameter Tent)
"They are the role models our children? Contrary to the one-way street and the pedestrian zone?" (Stubborn old man on bicycle, screaming loudly in Timme village because we "inadvertently" completely contrary to the empty one-way street .... I had to immediately drove to the Quote from book Katinkas think ;-))

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the blue hour you sit in the garden of the Hotel La Mirande. anywhere you are heads of their former religious and films as here. pretty hidden from the outside world go by solvent people their free time. in the morning sun to drink cafe and tea by itself, in the evening shadow of the Papal Palace, this makes good wine from the Rhone or roar from the champagne. RELAX!

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Actually it is for a Nordeuropäerin yes but somehow almost inconceivable that summer really is a summer and unbroken for weeks, even months can stop away.
Here, at the southwest corner of Europe is the summer, the average state. And whenever one is thinking: So, now it is cool - because the night awake time dewy and a couple of clouds on the otherwise clear blue sky draw - then brings the summer only a deep sigh, and again raised the thermostat temperature by a few millimeters. I never thought that I 49 ° C in the shade of times that "pleasant" place. Well, you know, everything is relative.

really make me humble here but plants. They can not "just" back out into the shade when the sun midday overcooked everything to soup. But they have found their strategies - for example donations to shadow each other. So-called "predatory pricing" is not really - why the country is vast and essentially empty. Instead, move the ladies and gentlemen, fennel, rock rose, cleaver and whatever else creeps closer together hold firmly to the condensate in the late morning - and avoid the Bactrian camels through impenetrable jungle to everything that makes a wide arc. Not to mention the jointly formed shadow roof: Shadowing you shadow me, I do. A real lesson in community building.

MenschIn might think such a sun-drenched country would be the height of summer time then a sea of ash. Well, it outweigh the earth colors, no question. Umber and ocher in all possible shades and formable, sometimes so deep that it looks like the country uncontrollable bleeding from a wound. Occasionally of such airiness that one might believe, the horizon is a tendency toward heaven, ready to fly on wings of ever-present dust. But then the sun falls into the sea and pours over everyone and everything with a light of beauty that is all red and glowing from within. And the trees are glistening in countless shades of green, silver, gray and black forest green, the eternal spring of plane trees, the whispering greenery of willows and alders, the stress with her finger branches of the few and unfathomable water areas, the cough drop colored green of fragrant eucalyptus and their soothing counterpart, the quiet green of cork and holm oaks. Greener than all the Central European summer green is the Green of the South, perhaps because it is not so ubiquitous, so much more precious and is usually found only in places where the water resides, hidden, and a rare beauty. And in between, like characters thrown a lost language, the black and gray, violet tree ancestors, without leaves, and how devoid of life but a living part of the landscape, black history engravings and Rauner, quiet handle in the soul.

dust-dry, this country and yet every night soaking wet. The houses are low and blue and yellow framed against the "evil eye" is said and wonders if this from the inside or outside comes. The people are small and proud in a strangely soft way, unobtrusively but hard to miss. Perhaps because there are so many of them do not.

And all around the unfathomable sea, queens blue, lapis lazuli liquid in a facing day. Full Gischtherden, steel gray and leaden to another time, a sure sign that the great ruler will now listen undisturbed to their own depths. Like the other sea creatures inside I have now - at least in the approach - learned to give to her unspoken words to be heard, to dwell on their shores and to bestow on me hand and flattering skeletons washed stones, which now to hundreds My Caravan crowd. And each visit is an audience from which I am satisfied out, my clothes to dry in the summer wind.

A stranger I am here with my wheat-blond hair, eyes burst from the heavens and milky white skin, which nevertheless has been a permanent Latte Macchiato shimmer. I like an exotic plant with rage out of my size from indigenous plants that do not know yet whether they will grant me refuge. And I speak in tongues, I myself am homeless and need to establish myself in the still uninhabitable. But I love before, and that's the best of everything.

makes me humble, not small, and suddenly expected to know what it's like to be immigrant, migrant. To the people from abroad in Germany I have to think, and quite naturally that can be one, as unfelt when a completely unsolicited as comes from, where it is located. And how different is because when a site changes. How hard it is, your own into a foreign language to cast because there's the treasure of the language which gives the being and felt the first meaning and substance. Interior Erstummen is not "Silence", uncertainty is not "Confusao. Only after admission-seeker is clear to me, What number to perfecting it takes to make the stranger to self and one's own to provide for negotiation. Time for a World language, Esperanto, perhaps together with what is best of all worlds is ...

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We then get away ...!

Aloa-Hey dear ones and good bye! The pockets are full, the wheels gripped, collected the last forgotten things on my list and excited I am also quite bad. Tomorrow morning's finally starting to the north. First, by train and by bike from Flensburg then just follow your nose. According to report good weather in sight .... the place but can not find anywhere on the map. I have absolutely no idea what we are up there for so unplanned, I've never gone on holiday ... and then of course I'm still secretly trying to set in about a route .... but I'm only up Day 6 (of 14) and the card has come once again the Struggle for the correct Faltordnung won. So I give myself to the facts and look forward to the next animal, and all that may come even so .... can sink to two total Internet and television-free weeks (ships be fun ;.)). My reading material I have now also been found at the last minute, "with an empty blouse do not talk!" Sounds promising and less demanding for brain food. Perfect to just idle speed to get into the head .... beautiful.

For all those left behind: .... Enjoy the time without us it is the calm before the storm recurring ;-) We are going to write cards, promise! (Ok, maybe not.).

In this sense We are ...." and then get away! "

Franny

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Vroni do,'s good! :-(

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I wish I could have the time or times as 1-2 more years to turn back ... Okay, at least the last nine months ....:. Such a melancholy bissl swings already with all day, because today I see my dearest Vroni the last time. At least technically professional ... I can truly claim to be able to dismiss one of the best A-to-Bees in the free world that was ever put me under their wings. * Sigh *

My Vroniiiii ;-): Presented

it was me at the time as "Well the great drought of the Mickey Mouse hair. Aaaaaahja thought I was in the moment and could only make me not such a right picture of these trainees. After 4 weeks of school I met her the first time and then ... well .....( Vroni, forgive me) is really friendly ... what else! Has looked pretty grumpy bargain, this is indeed "great drought". Only the Mickey Mouse I had changed my mind .... Vrönchen was presented - then and now - a straight pony shredded, then still with squeaky-colored strand of hair (sometimes green, sometimes pink, sometimes purple blue) and about shoulder-length hair. Dark brown or red black .... it depends. And the absolutely coooler clothes ... right original style I said just because. In any case, and in general ,.... some point they no longer looked sooo fierce and strong, they appeared to me also and sometime later it was partially assigned to me ..... as for the UCMF, our common baby. Yeaaaaah ....;-)

Short and sweet: Vroni is done with their training and what remains is an empty desk across from me, a huge hello-kitty-stock-bubble bottle, a mega thermal mug, including commemorative photograph, a fly swatter for Freddy, the wretched house fly, a ball-funny bear, lots of crumpled-Schokobon wrapping paper, little good-time Post-Its and old e-mails from UCMF times ....

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Chest'la vie! Ick wish you viiiiel fun club ..... come around a lot (yeah, Göttingen, and so!), Learn the unimportant (lyrics for Highfield, for example) and sort of sticky out the bare essentials (do not let just zudrönen!), Judge you (rush Pick'n'Pay we as soon as possible!) a smart student booth and let's hear from you (regelmäßig! ... ok, quarterly ....;-)).


Vroni do,'s guuhuuuut! * Wink *,

your Franny

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MASTA HENDRIK THOMA

my first reaction: I do not know, never drunk ...

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an invitation to drink the hamburger Master Sommelier Hendrik Thoma is like a private audience at the Vatican. you should drink in his practice and his label can think of at home. weitgefehlt to assume that the measurement be taken only bread and wine from the cellar. when drinking hendrik, then he drinks. even the highly devout Catholics with his dogma is not well taken into the house thoma. So who goes to drink hendrik, should be weinfest to lead from the master, can not get tired and enjoy the cuisine (thanks beverly!). the nose does not rest on such evenings, the liver has a marathon schedule, the senses go through the roof, the glass is no longer handle the ... a drive through the mountains of the wines were great. Let your little wine know welcoming home! Hendrick makes you ready. advise all led to nothing, lost away to anyone who does not guess the year, the continent has not at all, let alone the grape. what this man has thoma in my head? a wine-register? times, the encyclopedia of wine as a child swallowed kompletto? many questions to answer even more.

Thus, the following bottles were one by one (sequence I missed) in the stand, lie, sit uncorked, emptied, swallowed, do not guess and orgasmic body through the flushed:

CHAMPAGNE LOUIS ROEDERER, Vintage 2003

CHAMPAGNE ROEDERER Luois, BLANC DE BLANC 2003

Graf Adelmann, 2003 BRUSSELS LACE

Palladius THE SADIE FAMILY, 2008 SOUTH AFRICA

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AU BON CLIMAT, SANTE BARBARA CHARDONNAY 2008

AU BON CLIMAT, STA. RITA HILLS PINOT NOIR 2005

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there somewhere on the horizon, the grapes from the sun tickled

here on the Neckar were have sporting character. in the fifties times to be a horse-drawn carriage abgeglitscht. they came in the Neckar to be eden

me for the garden. no frills, no bling bling

the Song of the Earth. Poetry meets Bacchus

in the large staircase of the castle to help the "railing" in the case of the case

sit, enjoy and niemehr go

evening when the sun is coming ...

in the noble man's hand is of course read all

felix alone in the vineyards

the perspective of and the apple / plum trees

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Sun a name would have to call his! without compromise and ask!

Adelmann family is from the 13th jh. Neckar always on the go. the fairy-tale castle, which was strictly speaking a castle (is), rests contented in his own elegant park, which could be sending you a substantial forest. no tree-lined precisely calibrated or cumbersome tried planting rows in the graphics, but an "organized chaos" with roses and green, so right after my gusto.

plane trees as old as three grandfathers walnut trees, as fruitful as the mother of all nuts and longing for the smell in the undergrowth. memories of my childhood are in the garden of my grandparents alive, faded black and white pictures get back to their contrast, in the here and now I'm the happiest person in the world.

now that are neither noble man's tree-dealer or gardener, rather weingärtner, so winemakers. Junior Felix, beau and artists illuminate the eye when he speaks of "AUTUMN IN THE PARK" says one of the great family of the palace. he makes it to the father, who has imitated his father and so vinified to drink at church for generations.

father and son, relaxed and cultivated genre (the term of course French, Italian, English fluent ...), drinkers are sympathetic and serious grower. numerous white and red wines to leave the chateau, also sent to numerous wine freaks. My first surprise visit by a German grower. I have never tasted the grapes, the wine it had not been for me. what surprised me? the Brussels lace of 2003! a red wine grape, the clever.

conclusion: well worth the visit, worth a detour and worth a large order.

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melts.

Yes, yes, the time is gone. Rast. Falls. Creeps. No idea where. Perhaps because, behind the hill over the mountain, falling into a hole, plunging into the abyss of universal, spun around to crawl out by himself at the other end, snail-like, echsengeschwind, slow the speed of lightning ...

The world rolls on itself and now and then I come across a piece. As I get pictures from Tuscany, from the women's meeting and I think: Since it looks like here. Somewhere there is a burning, nuclear-contaminated land. And raining in Germany it ...

Not here. The August heat has melted all the movements become slower and slower and eventually solidify into a soft sandstone. Flies are the only engines with unutterable growl reverberates loudly through the midday silence. And the earth cracked in Anstrum of the photons. Otherwise - just nothing happening here by what happens otherwise, where the action has settled. Just summer. Downtime, as elsewhere in the winter.

People having their trouble with it. Something has to happen yet. Well, then we are building containing the solar tower - until the first fall with heat stroke from the ladder. Or chop the way - to the limit of the fatigued metal, which suddenly too soft to be without prejudice to still be drilled in the slate floor. Anger comes and anger at so much resistance from the matter. Alina and asks me: Who actually invented the war? And I think, probably some who have in the summer bored and annoyed ...

I understand it is hard to bear it to-permanent "holiday feeling". Of course there are many things to do and the need for agile similarities eyes seem clear. But it's just not really the South resists such intrusive Weltgestalterei and is self-sufficient. And we humans - can melt only on earth or stroke die, are more variations it here. Like me, though I myself am now and then entirely "go-nutz" feel. But that will just happen. At the latest when the first rain comes ....

and otherwise - I have rented a house - for the so-called winter. And found that the image of this House I carry with me a long time. Now it has become a reality. Just small enough to not be intrusive. Recently renovated enough not to degenerate into a new work project. Just far enough away to give me space here in the potpourri of menschlcihen community psyche. And just close enough to walk. Just my size, so to speak. From September. If I'm up to then melted into a new form ...

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school with lillyfee and Hannah Montana

me smile once when I this morning to 07:30 clock directly at the red light next to the elementary school stands and the many little princesses and princes with their - see Schulränzen run past me - felt much too large. Very chic, they have made up: The estimated 6-7 year old girls can be the proud mother of colorful ribbons and braid her hair Spängchen, preferably all coordinated in pink and the pink shoes and pants (skirt, respectively) and a sweater. The young robber who perceived to be either very important to have a "suit" (black pants and a light shirt with a tank top) or are already one of the absolute "Coolio" and Hatscher with Baggy and gangster-Cap wimmelvollen the Schoolyard. In one case, however, all seem extremely agree: moms and dads hand is not so uncool and big brothers also give a sense of security .... but still visible in this exciting moment of the very very first school day ;-) even the little rappers chews. tense the finger around and who knows, maybe he does already, covered up which is unique among even the pink glasses and children would assemble much prefer something with LEGO.

Unfortunately, the traffic light turns too quickly to green and I entreist the childlike and charming spectacle. Only the nice family I can still see and how the two graders Inside left and right leads to the hand He and the baby carriage with the Allerkleinstem still moves quickly across the road. Also an ABC-shooter in his hand. All three princess same with braided hair, pink patent leather shoes and a lillyfee or Hannah Montana school bags on the tiny children back.

all princes and princesses and fairies and gangsters and-graders an exciting first day!

PS: From ABC-yellow caps but I have heard nothing at all .... color fits so well disagree lillyfee! ;-) In that sense, and because 1 and 1 does not always necessarily be equal to 2,

your Fran

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tztztztz .... ... because I still shake her head and it can be in fact not easy to blog briefly about how to become accepted as a guest in Europarosarium Sangerhausen. (There the whole article with its uncensored nakedness here ) The title "Pay for a loo expensive," the article of the Central German newspaper betrays a lack of hospitality, even in "intimate affairs.

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A friend of the city and the region is coming just for the purchase of some rose bushes and other small things from the house to Rosariumslädchen Sanger. While he was at the Rose Shop indulges his mercenary activity, it steals the urgent biological Necessity of having to even go to the toilet shortly. No big deal. But who in the safe (and very human) Adoption believes "only time just so" to be allowed to use the public toilet of the Rosarium, which makes the bill without the office chair acrobatic host (initially dargstellt by the cashier at the inlet of the Rosarium, later but then by the rule-abiding CEO confirms himself in the decision): This establishes, in the natural constraints of facilitating the secret intention to visit the Europarosarium to do and asks the now tormented tourist the full ticket price of 8, - from €. That in turn refuses to understandably against horrente toilet fee and gets rid of depending on the situation in a natural manner - in the bush.

As you can congratulate the Principate of the Rose City GmbH only does not he literally "piss on my legs," thank you was and you could actually in the breath also, at least he had the right to a charge of "causing public disorder" by peeing in the bush of the Rosarium had for themselves.


Toppen can really only the G (EES) E (inzugs) Z (connotations of core), which are "existing technical and connections. Conditions" (eg. cable or ISDN socket, although visible and detectable unused) is also strongly raked ... Thank you, Germany! I'm off times apply for child benefit .... after all the technical connections and are. Conditions indeed exist ....;-)

Keri Leigh Tucker Metal Show

NORMANDIE

a lot of noise and looks great

a baby duck, la rouanaise

finally a clean posterior

want to take that one, unfortunately, are making larger and mist

love in the hay

say my favorite fruit next cassis, cherry clearly

stand here on the ladders of wood or tree. as in the picture book as beautiful

full of life! The cherry season is sadly over

on the market in Caudebec-en-Caux is being good. something to drink cider in the morning is a tarte Normande detected and what paradise has to offer shows

the church of Caudebec-en-Caux who the greeting make (s)

next door: one of the few houses to the second survived world war. the sad fate of the Norman towns and villages is to cry :-(

are everywhere around

the water is never far, and so are the gulls

as one might be fooled smooth! well matured and full in the mouth .... yumi yumi

photography: copyright joerg lehmann

like my love had to find readers already have, sadly, my blog activities eased in recent weeks strong. sorry for my laziness I have my extreme concentration on a book project lead in the Normandy, which I have little time for other things and not at other texts can be. nevertheless, try here schonmal for some impressions from the west of the republic, where the time has not gone though stand (paris is near), but at least the rhythm of my Parisian life undergoes a small deceleration that will do me very well. hannes wader but as said in one of his songs: .... Rank grew up in a small place .... (Which went from not good, but still).

the book is mentioned only in the next year to get the world and is far from complete. But it comes. I promise!