diamonds are forever

In March this year I went swimming in Wiesbaden together with my husband as we regularly do during the colder months.
While I make a point of always taking off my engagement and my wedding ring off I never worried about my dainty white gold necklace with the small diamond pendant.
A present my husband gave me earlier on in our relationship, the necklace was still very new as I had managed to rip the old one.
When leaving the pool I suddenly noticed that the necklace was broken again (without me doing anything!) - it was liying on my shoulders...without the diamond.

We had a quick look on the floor but looking for a 7x3mm large item in a large swimming pool full of people is equal if not worse than the search for the proverbial needle in the haystack.
We left feeling quite down. I tried not to get upset as there is really no point in worrying about something material but still, the mood was spoilt.

In the following week I exchanged some mails with the thermal bath in case something was found but as expected, nothing.

This week now we went swimming again.

In the pool I re-arranged my swim suit as you do and felt something unusual, what can I say, between my legs. It was small, hard (I will get some very interesting traffic here soon I´m sure) and I first thought it might have been an earstud that somehow got caught there.
Then I realised it.

My diamond pendant had got stuck between the fabric and the liner of my swim suit!
Was with me all the time!!
Survived another pool, several rounds of breast stroke and two washes!!!

I told my husband, he had a feel (isn´t it good no one really sees what is going on under the water surface sometimes?!) and I carefully retreated to the changing room to get my treasure back and store it safely like Gollum.

Even though I´m an atheist you sometimes really wonder...I mean, how high was the chance for this to happen?

We left exhilarated and happy.
And are looking for a hopefully much stronger necklace now.

Swinging with the Finkels

director: Jonathan Newman
year: 2011
with: Martin Freeman, Mandy Moore, Jonathan Silverman, Melissa George, etc.

plot: A London couple decides to shake up their marriage by "swinging" with another couple. Which obviously is not as easy as it sounds...

what I liked: Hmm, let me think. The apartment the protagonists Alvin and Ellie live in is stylish. It is set in London...and I 
don´t mind Martin Freeman nor Mandy Moore.

what I didn´t like: Well, were to start? The film is a remake of a short film which means: the plot is enough for maybe 20min, to make a full-length film out of that is just boring and tedious.
The jokes are pretty much all on level with "American Pie" so (fortunately) made me not laugh even once. Not a single cliché gets left out and on top of all that: Why that mix of nationalities in the cast? London for sure is a cosmopolitan place but this is just not credible.

verdict: Well, it looks and feels like your typical and much beloved Richard Curtis rom-com to start with but quickly leads into embarrassement, boredom and finally a soulless and glutinous happy end. 
If you can laugh about well-lubricated cucumbers shooting out of vaginas in the moment the parents walk in the bedroom then this might be for you...I really hope you don´t.

question time 9

What lifts your spirits when life gets you down?
A long walk, a hot bath, tea, sleep.

Have you ever regretted something you did not say or do?

Many, many times. To my mind comes a fairly insignificant but nevertheless meaningful incident that happened about 7-8 years ago in the ladies toilet at Frankfurt airport. I was washing my hands when in the mirror I watched a woman leaving the toilets with her short skirt stuck inside her tights. An embarrassing situation as it is  - but me telling her would have saved her from much more possible mockery. I did nothing.

Has your greatest fear ever come true?
My greatest fear is me or any of my loved ones becoming incurably ill. Unfortunately it has come true. I'm comforting myself with the thought that "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is true after all.

Why do we think of others the most when they’re gone?

When bereaved we lose the ultimate chance to change or alter our past behaviour and cannot show our love and affection anymore.

What is your most beloved childhood memory?
Sitting at my grandparents table, drinking tea, getting read stories by my granny and drawing pictures meanwhile with my big box of Crayolas. Hundreds of drawings and paintings were created during those afternoons. Me feeling protected, cherished, without any worries and trusting everyone 100%.

Is it more important to love or be loved?
What good is one without the other?
 
If it all came back around to you, would it help you or hurt you?
I have to confess that I have no clue what this question really means.

strictly come dancing

It happened during a wedding this summer, the DJ was playing Metallica with "Nothing else matters" and the guests on the dancefloor did what they were supposed to do -they danced.
Nothing new there. The thing that amused, confused and astonished my husband was this:

All those crazy Germans were waltzing. Proper ballroom dancing. Nearly as if they would have been magically transported to the Vienna opera ball.

For me this sight wasn't unusual. Here in Germany it still is more or less the norm to attend ballroom dancing lessons during the teenage years (which in many cases not only results in some nifty turns and moves but in dating, discos, and dramas).
Not sure about any figures but I would assume that at least 50% of all Germans are capable of at least basic Waltz, Cha-Cha and Discofox.

Correct me if I'm wrong (or maybe just married into the wrong family) but in the UK ballroom dancing seems to be something you watch when "Strictly Come Dancing" is on tv but not something you actively learn and do. And definitely not when "Nothing else matters" is on.

Bit of a shame I think.

everyday (part 45)

one first time each and every day - a new taste, a new experience, a new route, a new song, a new whatever. 

6. - 12. November

6.11. bought coffee in a strange little shed-type cafe in Kingston as everywhere else was ridiculously busy
7.11. landed at Stockholm Arlanda and found out that the terminal building smells of Ikea
8.11. explored Stockholms hipster area Södermalm together with our extremely entertaining Australian tourguide Ryan during one of the Free Tours
9.11. visited the open air museum and zoo Skansen and for the first time watched the seals getting fed
10.11. saw "Mr.Turner" in cinema
11.11. finished another 20km walk through London by visiting the "Anarchy&Beauty: William Morris"exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery
12.11. wanted to buy a new sofa in Ikea but found out that the box is way too large for transporting it in any car, got one of my fit of rages

treasure-hunting

Earlier this year I had one of my more strange ideas again - we were planning to spend a few days in Mallorca again in early October and a good friend of mine was going again in early September as every year - wouldn't it be fun if she would hide something, a "treasure" somwhere and send us on a quest to find it?
Well, as I normally stick at least to my odd ideas I told her and she, being as mad as me, agreed and henceforth planned what to hide and where to hide it.
Time went on and in September, while sitting in her garden for a BBQ, she handed me the lovingly decorated treasure map...

On our third day in Mallorca we headed for Calas de Mallorca in order to find it, didn't look too hard.
Well, as most times, it turned out to be not as straightforward as it looked on paper but with the help of my more logical thinking and more determined husband we made it!
Found a carefully wrapped empty cigarette box in a bush nestled between houses, inside was a 5€ note, a business card of a local bar and the invitation to spend the money on a coffee there and say hi to everyone from her and her family.

Thinking about this makes me so much happier than any ridiculous christmas present could ever make! We have created a happy memory even though we were hundreds of miles apart.
Friends are important but slightly nutty friends are the best.

PS: On our walk back to the car we had a very strange experience.
Henry Mancini's "Baby Elephant Walk" was playing loudly from somewhere and seemed to follow us but we could see no car, no ice cream van, no nothing that could be the source if this.
My friend thinks it might have been the aerobic class in a nearby hotel but honestly: who does aerobics to this tune?!? Creeeepy...

Ich habe sie geliebt

Autor: Anna Gavalda
veroeffentlicht: 2004

Inhalt: Es ist alles andere als lustig, wenn man von seinem Mann sitzen gelassen wird und plötzlich als alleinerziehende Mutter von zwei kleinen Töchtern dasteht. Deshalb muß Chloé ständig weinen, bis Pierre, ihr Schwiegervater, sie und die beiden Mädchen in sein Landhaus mitnimmt. Und er erzählt ihr von der großen Liebe seines Lebens, zu der er sich nie zu bekennen wagte, von heimlicher Untreue und nie wieder gutzumachender Schuld, von gestohlenem Glück und den ungelebten Träumen.

was mir gefallen hat: Stellenweise eine sehr schöne Sprache und Geschichten die in Frankreich spielen mag ich eh (fast) immer.

was mir nicht gefallen hat: Mehr Novelle als Roman hat man auf den 176 Seiten kaum Gelegenheit sich in die Charaktere hereinzufinden. Das Schicksal der einzelnen lies zumindest mich vollkommen kalt. Was nicht gerade zum Genuss beiträgt: Teilweise ist es sehr unklar wer nun gerade was erzählt, dies strengt an.

Fazit: Teils gut geschrieben und glaubwürdig wie alle Anna Gavalda Bücher aber zu kurz und dünn um sich auf die Geschichte und die Probleme wirklich einlassen zu können.