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... yvetot and comes from near. where she grew up with Muttchen and enjoys the straw. a true 5 star hotel I think.

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Franny goes by bike

Ya-Hey and a jubilant "Olé!" Who would have thought? After almost seven years seems a long time as an impossible dream of stored so close, so tangible: The Baltic Sea cycle route! Viva la bike!

the crazy idea developed during the festival, as I almost daily to cope with the total confrontation by Dutchman had fun kicking. Eventually I resigned myself to the aspirations and decided: "I won and this Year you pull it through at last! "Thought, at home expressed and the next day the chef presents the most dazzling colors, 450km cycle is now virtually nothing in the way. And now that the music is back in her room, is also found at last the necessary quiet moment to seriously the whole project to tackle.

does What a naive layman in all the euphoria? Exactly, first spread the cycling map and imagine ne route. My Living Room I think only of countless folds of the cycle map and myself can I recognize only up to the navel. Never mind. The important thing is that I lost the pin does not come. For safety, I always important to chew him around .... what you have in your mouth, can you do not lose as fast (also applies to chocolate ;-))

thanks www ruler and the route is placed relatively fixed and endorphin controlled I scribble a total of 11 stages on paper:

Flensburg-Glücksburg
Glücksburg-Gelting
Gelting-Kappeln
Kappeln - Eckernpförde
Eckernpförde keel
keel Behrensdorf
Behrensdorf - Großenbrode
Großenbrode - Puttgarden
Puttgarden - Großenbrode (if I can Fehmarn in one day?)
Großenbrode - Grömitz
Grömitz - Travemünde
Travemünde - Lübeck.

Now I am completely addicted to plan and researching accommodations, come for both me, my bike and above all for my Geldbeutelchen in question. The magic word is hostel (sigh, I have no idea what I inlets MCIH) group room. What the hell, after this tour I will follow the footsteps of HP Kerkeling. Since I can get used to calm the already spartan life of a cross Wanderers. .... Or I may think again different.

I count one and one together and fall of my bike pink cloud on the living room carpet of the facts. "It is läppert läppert .... it is," I mutter to myself and try to tame the Radkartenmonster back to its original folding. Whether I put my dream again ad Akta and it remains in the attempt? No, no! What is already so well planned and thought out, wants to be lived. And still this year. Only the serious conversation with my piggy bank .... which I have to sit out yet. ;-)

to that effect, and rather verradelt,

your Fran

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... sidelines

Away from the hustle and bustle huge festival was held somewhere even normal life. Although I do not really much of it paying attention to me yet reached one or the other stupid everyday fuss.

Filou the Auto-Doc:
Sun swung at each adorable CRV ride but always with the bland taste of the Workshop and stay of my beloved street Indian. Track handlebars Brakes and ball bearings are just the beginning of a longer-lasting Instandhaltungsodyssee and stabilizers and leaks are already in the queue. Why do I mittlerweilse my 7 year old car does not just flog? Yes, it's even? Schonmal a witch without a broom seen?

"... is now in the sky Bunnies:
My little roommate and fellow student of the first hour has made it. Steinalt Gritz, gray and towards the end but much in need of help we are together again drove the car .... so to speak, the executioners drive.

Tooooor, Toooooor, Toooooor:!
With all the chambers and Troubel to music you came to this event is certainly not over. Although we're not the title, but hang in my glove compartment now two "overcoat" for Filous ears and a mirror chain and two bracelets in the proud three national colors. After the World Cup is finally before the World Cup. ;-)

moist nursery:
Because us two teenagers are not enough, we now have a breeding pool in the cool waters. Fine, now can still increase our beflossten roommate better and confuse their children no longer has any food with the tablets. When a fish verspeißt a fish, he then actually also ne bone in the throat?

Hrrmsss, ziiiiiiiiirsch, hrmmms, hrmmsss:
I am slightly confused, because even after 3 weeks of Rosdorf Abstinence seems to be on the domestic situation has not changed much. Still crunchy artisan with Coke bottles over the scaffolding and walk .... and? So what really? Apparently not much. The bricks are still not grouted, window sills or stabilized with wooden blocks, the awning lolls cocky on the parapet. And that in part at 32 ° C in the shade. Na Prost lunch time! To at least make our fish the heat more bearable, we cool the 120L-stall with wet towels, fans and chilled water exchange. The sending you find the show very beautiful and gorgeous zutschen and suck on the drifting sea ice elk. Based on the dust and Particle accumulation on the windows and doors, but I recognize some progress and satisfied nod to pause like stooges.

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Rosdorf / Göttingen. We write 30 July 2010. Hazy cloudy to at 21 ° C. Clara makes pure after three weeks of summer break times. So do I. Just that I was not involved in the great weather. But the crazy-organized by the last three weeks and five consecutive height dots. Reusper ..... brilliant fireworks.

ramblings aside: There were really three wonderful, busy, but also a warm and refreshing weeks. New and old faces, familiar and unfamiliar melodies, major and lasting encounters: The Unison Chamber Music Festival 2010 has cast a spell over us all, whether professionally or privately, intentionally or unintentionally. Somehow we are all just a bit UCMF ;-) So fast, the festival begins to take shape as quickly as it was back over and what remains is still the Mussorgsky and the memories of a lost suit, a broken folding bike, the forgotten front door key, unstable camera platform, an extremely tasty food, the unforgettable feel of a funky SUV, the many helping hands that Heuaktion, the homemade soy strawberry cake, two cell phones in continuous operation, guilt-house calls in the piano, the sleepy Mussorgsky sample, the broken string during the concert and indisputably the bright eyes of a little princess.

Viva la festival, I say as only verkrümel and me back under the blanket to make up even the last second of lost sleep.

pretty relaxed, your Fran

PS: and thank and thank and thank and thank you to everyone - have worked tirelessly to Unison that the Chamber Music Festival was such a huge success - mostly invisible. In particular I am thinking here of course:

my dearest Vroni - what would I be without you!
the two "(waste) washing women" - The Super!
Hasi! - Strawberry cake, Mama and women ... ;-)
Mr. Cookie, aka Michaaa - Eating rocks on wheels!
million-million just .. and champagne in the bathtub -)
Rülke family - gives Flüüüügel! ;-)
Prof. Julian Herrey + Tino Langmann - Berlin light storage professionals
all UNISON - everything but ordinary! More team's non!
my two mobile phones and the CRV - Mobile is everything!
last but not least, Anna! With little sunshine to tricks!

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14th July 2010

around noon, somewhere in Normandy

photography: copyright joerg lehmann

14th july in frank Reisch: surrounded during the president of Africans love military parade decreases, be labor minister scandal slips from one to another, the pension reform will not fit so right and the richest woman of the nation reason to doubt there, and contaminated all the newspapers and the French their head of state trust may not operate properly, the rain falls in the near Normandy straight out of the sky. Horses and cows are pleased with the lush green. Cherry hang snugly in the trees, and black currants find their way into the konfitürenpot. His at Caudebec-en-Caux gene Atlantic flows quietly, as if nothing had happened and "la douce France" furnished holiday with its annual edible. now that will be enjoyed even in the natural rain scare, the French even before the local bus stop is back. Finally, summer. the hard-boiled eggs, veal tongue wrapped in the tupperware and the baguette under his arm, they also spend pleasant hours in this weather on the highway. even in my childhood I was quite amazed when I combined with caravan and sitting on highways and country roads, unpack their vrepflegung saw. folding camping table, together with their chairs, looking chic with the next camion barrel rushing 40th is not it here?

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arriving to arrive

Yeah - for those who have feverishly with us: We did it! 4027 km, A mountain between here and Alzey omitted with a wry Wohnwagenrad and up to the metal worn front tires, we are on Tuesday, is running the irgenwasten June (13 days!) in and to our goal or rolled better!

The last 100 km were a real "breath work", because on some country road - oh, sorry, of course, a potugiesischen highway! - Made us aware of our passengers a concerned just now quite enormous crooked Wohnwagenrad! Probably the result of our previous-night odyssey up in a mountain village in search of a campsite: Eventually we put it firmly on the middle of the square, between the streets, as narrow as a towel wide, meter-high curbs and orphaned cars, the straight there were, where we wanted to shoot! What an event! Mittnächtens half the village was up to us to maneuver in the eye of the needle back out. What was at some point - but probably for the price of our left outer wheel. What I learned this: Sometimes it's just good to know NOT what is going on. If we had noticed the same, because what was wrong or us going - we probably would not further down. But so ... 100 km before the finish line, after 3027 kilometers already ... we just drove on. The worn front tires we discovered, fortunately only when we arrived, and only because someone pointed out to us. Conclusion: Happiness is the fools!

But as I said, a piece of work of breathing and just wars. Well, it's also once again important to breathe correctly. I felt exactly as in the birth of Alina: Back is not what lies before you a miracle, the whole situation is highly dramatic - so you breathe!

Arriving I was then told that our Elsa actually but people power was moved: up to 10 balanced rested flatmates our caravan on the spot, once again a (! This time small) mountain, tender to tree seedlings around and - once graceful order rotated on its axis - to the point where now for then time for the next time my / our is at home.

Well, here we are for now ... Slowly I come to speak at a snail's pace. Getting used to it, the half-life under the open sky, without electricity and running water, composting and outdoor shower. Without permanent urban soundscape, but full of nocturnal animals voices and the continuous hum of about 1 / 2 billion insects, where such a delicious meal as our one probably is rare among the sensor - if one does sometimes on the number of insect bites on the appeal. Without great retreat, especially in front of a continuously burning down sun (shade roofs, the architectural challenge the hour!), but wind and weather in the conversation with will and volition. And of course - people, women, men, children, Hauf. And all the themes that come together just as when people come together ... Space, proximity, distance, past and longing, waste, and the daily flushing. No topic is out ...

Have I really like that? My whole inner aversion scaffolding creaks and cracks in the face of the old 200-year sock that lead to meadows an open-air life, dishes pile, against which the Himmalaja warm dress needs lying around everywhere clutter, construction toys, which adjust the horizon and, and, and ... all the issues that of course, be triggered by all the known as the bee by the honey.

No, honestly speaking I did not choose it reflects. But just in man's paradise is located next to the garbage dump because nobody comes around that. Sure, the question is justified whether we must always first through the one to come in the other - but at the moment will probably no way around it. After all, the current theme of "recycling" - and sustainability, renewable .... It's probably just so happened that we, before reuse plastic and Co. for the first time must find a way to recycle our own, very human resources ...

If this succeeds, then come to these moments of happiness: If 20 people sit nahzu of all ages and genders together, laughing and enjoying under provisional sunscreen experimental food. When tears flow increased only where otherwise dismissed. Shore Excursions. Music, deep into the night. And a caravan, which is in 20 minutes on the spot.

So it has begun, my community experiment. And clear: In 14 days I've been three times extracted (internal). But I was also surprised even four times. And one day it will again cool, too. Hopefully.

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it did before from eating, strong, and Norman.

photography: copyright joerg lehmann

... weighed the Norman hummer (in) this morning when I saw him (them) from a poissonnerie in St-Vaast-la-Hougue drove in my rental car. nervous kicking against the heat, I hid it (them) to the train from Cherbourg to Paris and was happy to bring the wonderful animal alive at the Gare Saint-Lazare direction to my nearby studio. now do what with this monster? unfortunately Such animals are often not so much that come near my humble kitchen. with difficult tasks of cooking, happened already times, I call johann at Lafer. the just landed from South Africa (lost 0-1 ... but happy) has granted the right prescription: joerg, he says, give the thing in boiling water, let boil once correctly and then adjust the pot to the side for 20 minutes. done told ............................... melted on the tongue of (the) prehistorian with their (his) guns. I have long waited for such a monment, now it was time. Thanks to John!

tip: we have a little vinaigrette (a wafer) made it (from rice vinegar and soy sauce). LA VIE EST BELLE VRAIMENT quoi ;-)

way: in the water should be (according to Johann Lafer) give a little salt and cumin. rather, the man!

of wine this:

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Viognier grapes from the mountains of dentelles de Montmirail

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things with the many spines are actually coming from the fruits can be produced jam. the fruit is called the canary Higo INDIO. they are hand picked to Lanzarote and is a bit of mineral taste. beautiful to behold as they are, you almost want to go and stroke the furry coat of the plant and caress. the home-made jams will be available in connection with banana and orange. that's something different. or how about a combination cactus / gooseberry ... but grow since then not again ...

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first July 1474 - 1 July 2010

this morning, 6:50, 1st July 2010 before the louvre

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The first is the name of the cookbook world MANFREDI and came on 1 July 1474 to the world. the examples here on the photo to be seen is extremely rare. few books are detected worldwide. awe I had problems before flipping through the pages. Incidentally, of all known copies of this only in the best condition.

de Girolamo Manfredi was a physician and teacher of medicine at Bologna. the factory set up in his time to the amateur-educated audience, and was therefore an understandable question and answer written form. "Perch" is Italian and means why. everyday ask are answered here, such as why you should eat bread cold and not warm. so it was up to the year in the 19th century. a best seller.

the LIBRO de perches is considered the earliest predecessor of printed cookbook. then we did not find any recipes for such publications, but advice and guidance on healthy lifestyle (this is not today again like that?).

manfredi shares in the rest of the fame of the "first" printed cookbook with platina / / martino de como, italy, the book also appeared in 1474. found

I have the copy at a collector in his library. I had gone almost breathless. books and stones are patient and tell and tell. what has happened since the publication in the kitchens of Italy and the world. Girolamo Manfredi had known that hundreds of years later formed the non-homo sapiens from the Louvre in Paris squats and filled with chemical-cola and potato ships is growing in? had he known that his book has ultimately led to nothing? would he turn in his grave as they say even in the pure imagination? could he imagine that the man is in fast moving cars and there oil imports, which is more expensive than the olive oil daily. we want to spare him and enjoy his work.