Ski Skool.

 

 

 

 

 

Another year, another stint at ski school in Lenggries. As much as he enjoyed whooshing down those slopes this week, it's the sun, sand and surf he aches for. And while we're on the topic of Sydney, any last requests before we leave? Anyone?

xxx

Day in the Life.

  





Exploring, posing, playing and chilling. It's starting to feel a little like Groundhog Day around these parts (with intermittent eating, screaming, dancing, hiding of objects under couch).

2 weeks, 4 days and 1 hour until we're all leaving on a jetplane and heading home. Whose tummy is tickling now?

xxx

Reet Petite.

Saturday morning was spent chanting some at a Sankalpa Meditation workshop where I resolved to get my colitis under control, then dancing until 2am at Heather's amazing house (paging Paumes) to celebrate her very special birthday. We capped it off on the Sunday with a delicious ayurveda lunch at Dexter's (Oliver's bestest bud. Or as Dexter calls Oli, "my super best friend in the whole world"). Oli was so excited he turns to me on the way there and says "mummy, my tummy is all tickly". Btw, that bowl up there was our dessert - Shrikhand, pure yumminess.

As I type, Oli is sitting on a bus with his kindy friends on the way to Ski School (while his little sister is sitting at his desk, munching on his glue stick). Have fun little dude!

xxx

Sweet Sunshine.

 

  

 

 
 



Some more fun in the sun. Tea on the terrace and afternoon ice-creams with the swans at the Isar. The perfect end to an awesome weekend.

xxx

Sun is Shining (the weather is sweet).

 

  

Today's warmer weather, helping to ward off the 'February funk' which is how this lovely lady (and Munich native) describes the moody blues experienced by all last week. Today was a whopping 9 degrees C in fact and the first time we've used our terrace since October. Ok, so it may not be the ridiculously hot temps you've all been enduring in Sydney this week (or even close) but it seems hot enough for some people to find long sleeves and shoes totally unnecessary.

Sending some cooler Munich weather Sydney way.

xxx

PS In exactly 4 weeks time we'll be on a big jet plane bound for Sydney. But not before a 7 hour stopover in Tokyo where we plan to see/shop as much as can in a 3 hour period. Plan being the operative word. But expectations are low. Ah, let's face it. I'll be happy just to walk away with some of these.  Strawberry ones, if I may.

Fading Embers.

 

 

Colours reflecting (and affecting) our mood at the moment. It's not quite "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness" but it's close. 

We have had just about enough of this weather. February is our least favourite month here in Munch-town. By now we've had 3 months of less than desirable weather, christmas is all but a memory and the lack of Vitamin D has well and truly started taking its toll. Granted the snow is usually prime for snowboarding but I don't want to go snowboarding. There, I said it. I want sun, sand and saltwater. I want decent coffee and poached eggs for breakfast, yum-cha for lunch and spicy thai for dinner. I don't want to see any more shades of grey. I want colour. Oodles of it. Despite our current gloomy feelings, we really do love living here and moving to Munich has been one the best experiences of our lives. There is still so much too see and do so we know we're not ready to pack it all in yet. But, we've realised how much we miss living an outdoor life. All year round. Especially for the kidlets. You can see above how much Elke enjoyed escaping the confines of her stroller. Even for just ten minutes while I snapped her running around. The ground seems almost naked without the usual blanket of snow for cover.

5 weeks to go until our (short) return to Oz. And then we'll be fed up with the traffic, angry about the public transport, sick of the crowds and missing our little home back here. The grass is always greener but right now green beats grey in my book. Hands down.

Until then I'll just have to distract myself with these sweet Spanish threads. Aye carumba! Andale! Andale! Arriba! Arriba!

xxx

The Big Freeze.

 

Sharing the love in the company of Damien Hirst. The above photos were taken at the Museum Brandhorst when mum was in town. She left on Saturday (after a very dramatic passport misadventure) but never fear, we'll all be reunited (just as her and her passport finally were) in a mere 6 weeks time. Mum, you'll be happy to hear we've had 10cm of snowfall since you left with no end in sight. Imagine pulling your suitcase through that!

Currently coveting this knitwear discovered via this blog. However, I'm not so sure I could pull off a Boxy jumper...hmmm. Let the $aving begin.

Happy Aussie Day for Wednesday. Think of us freezing our bits off in the forecasted 30C difference, while you're all enjoying yourselves (and to quote an ex-PM) in the 'arse end of the world'.

xxx