3 years ago my grandma passed away. I still feel like she’ll appear at the train station whenever I go home. And for my birthday I expect her to call and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ in broken English. My grandma was very special to me, she was the apple of my eye and I was hers.
I’ve joined the Apple family. I, who don’t have a TV and who haven’t downloaded music in six years is writing this on my iPad. My iPad, not the one I usually steal from the Italian. I feel down with technology.
So as I’m in a state of tech- euphoria I thought I’d also immerse myself in some nostalgia. Everyone seems to be writing their 2011 end of year chronicles, which made me think about my own experiences this past year. Continue reading
What I like about going skiing is that you feel a constant hunger and you also feel that it’s ok to eat whatever you can get by. I suspect this is some form of early evolutionary instinct, when we’re outdoors we require more energy. Energy in the form of burgers, lasagna, chips, schnitzel, hot chocolate and apfelstrudel.
After leaving Sweden and its expensive alcohol policies (6 pounds for a pint of beer must be considered a robbery) I was hoping to score bargains in Italy. Of course, skiing has never been a cheap hobby so the prospect of saving any dough was soon met with four expensive words: ski rental and ski pass. With New Year’s prices.