Sunday, September 29, 2013

Words

I am on Pinterest now. Have been for a couple of weeks. I just like it! I preferably follow other people who pin about fashion, art, photography and ... words of wisdom. I adore the words of wisdom. Just yesterday, I read the following on my pin board - so true!

Friday, September 27, 2013

Locked Words

Some times (like today for instance) my words remain locked in my brain. I am able to speak, that yes, even though I avoid profound discussions. I manage the usual daily small talk. That yes.
But don't ask me for more.
And especially don't ask me for funny or interesting posts in this blog.

Just don't.

The words are there - I can't almost feel them spinning around in my head. The decisive part being: in my head. They refuse to come out.

Well, what am I to do in such cases? Nothing. Be (almost) silent and patient. Usually, they come back to me pretty soon.
In the meantime: bye! Have a nice weekend :-)

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Fall Shopping

I needed new shoes. I desperately needed new shoes. Last week, during the few rainy days we had, I realized that I didn't have adequate shoes for just this kind of weather. Being the kind of girl that owns just a few pair of shoes and boots (I live in a one bedroom appartment and don't have much space!), come the end of any season my shoes / boots are literally worn out!

So I went shopping. Looking for shoes that were something in between my flat ballerinas and my boots with 10 cm heels. I found the ideal pair of ankle boots in dark brown with a 5 cm heel. Beautiful. In the same store I bought a pair of boots that will be perfect for when it'll snow (yes, it will be snowing - probably rather sooner than later - sad but true).

I could have gone home by then but as I was already "en route" I thought that doing a quick detour to H&M wouldn't be that bad. It definitively wasn't bad. Quite the contrary. I not only bought a new pair of jeans and two blouses (one dark blue, the other in light gray, slightly transparent both of them, you know, like you see them so often in shops these days), I also fell in love ... with a coat.
Oh my.
Buying a coat wasn't part of my budget but I had to buy it. I HAD TO.
It's a light wool coat in a light gray, straight cut, no collar. It's simple. It's classy.
As it doesn't have any collar I will have to wear scarfs with it. Depeding on the scarf I will look more classy or more sporty. I just love it!

PS: After that I went straight back home. God knows what I would have found in any other shop and my budget is rather tight these days as I am waiting for the credit card bill of my US trip!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Photo Art

I spent my Saturday in Bienne (Biel) visiting the Festival of Photography. Several museums / galleries showed photo art of known and not so known artists.
As I like photography and I like art and moreover I like to discover new stuff, a trip to Bienne seemed appropriate (even more so that I had never visited Bienne before and I was curious about this bilingual city).

The city didn't knock my socks off but this isn't what I want to talk about. The festival was worth the more than 1 hour train ride to Bienne. Totally worth it even though I didn't like some exhibitions ... at all! I looked at some of the pictures or the slide presentations and thought: are you kidding me? Why do I spend even a minute of my time looking at such BS? But art is also about ... not liking, right? And all the so-called great artists we admire today weren't always liked during their time (Van Gogh - just to mention one of many).

There were some jewels fortunately.

The short movie by Ursula Biemann called "Deep Weather".
http://www.vdb.org/titles/deep-weather (I found it on the Internet for those who are interested in ecology). What damages do we inflict on our planet?

The pictures of Dimitris Michalakis called "Burnout" touched my heart. He documented the consequences of the Greek crisis. Gut-wrenching. Why can't we stop this madness?

The pictures taken by Will Steacy called "Deadline" showed how the print medias changed over the years. How free is our press really?

I do like documentary photos, did you guess?

Monday, September 16, 2013

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Our World

I had this idea a couple of months back. I didn't act on it because it was summer and I was enjoying lazy summer days and my brain wasn't much on new sections for this blog.
With the autumnal temperatures my brain is now working properly again :-)
Anyway.
I had this idea for a section called "Our World". I already have one that I call "The Other's World" (as you know) in which I write about ... other people, obviously. Having "My World" (i.e. Simonetta's World) and "The Other's World" I thought that I was missing ... "Our World" as in the world we are all living in.
This section won't be with many words. It will be one word (well, sometimes maybe two or three or four) and one picture.
Premiere tomorrow!

Friday, September 13, 2013

The Other's World: LAUNCHING A NEW PRODUCT

Chantal and I worked in the same company many years back. We somehow lost touch after I quit to find each other again through Facebook. She now lives in Geneva and we met a few months back while I was in Geneva for a birthday party. We had lunch and she told me that she got married and that together with her husband David they were launching a new product, a healthy snack bar actually.
While she told me all about their journey, I knew that I had to ask them questions for my blog. This is too amazing a project for me not to ask questions. Or do you know anybody who is launching a new product? Well, I don't. And you know that I love people that have courage and brilliant ideas mixed with a good spirit of adventure!
I will certainly keep you updated on when the product will be available to buy! I wish them luck anyway!

Let's read what they have to tell about their product (you'll find the German version further down):

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Summertime ... good-bye!

Do you know when I really realize that summertime is over? Like really really really realize it?

No, not because it's dark at 8 pm or even earlier already (long summer nights are magical in my opinion).

Neither because I have to cover up my suntan by wearing jackets and scarfs (you can't know how much this hurts my heart!).

And nor because the peaches I buy in the supermarket have no taste any longer (I'm eating apples again and plums are OK as well in September).

I only know for sure when I hold the September issues of my favorite fashion magazines in the hand. Oh yes, the September issues of fashion magazines are the proof that summer is over because all the pages of the (very thick) September issues are about ... what to wear next autumn/winter.
Then I know for sure.
Summertime is over.
Sad but true.
September issues have a healing side effect though. Well, I may be feeling sad because my favorite season is over but it helps (a lot!) to get over it by ... knowing that soon I will be buying new fashion for me to wear. A new season with new clothes (partially at least - I can't afford a new wardrobe every season!).
I can't wait to travel to Como and Milano to shop :-)

PS: It's sad anyway that summer is over!

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Birthday

Today is my birthday. Getting older, fortunately, is not an issue for me but sometimes I wonder where all these years went!
I wanted to wish myself something for my new year but couldn't find any suitable words to do so. Then I thought of Mark Twain's words:
 
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
(Mark Twain)


This is what I want and need for my new year and I wish this to all of you as well.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Remembering ... Maine

When I now think about Maine, then I think about ... boats

 
Cute little harbors (and somehow the little white church was never missing!):

Marshes

Islands (inhabited or not)

Gulls
 
Lobster (restaurants)

 I could mention the lighthouses as well and then of course the trees, the beaches, the brownstone houses, the shells, the peninsulas, the fishermen, the cute little shops, etc. but I don't want this to get out of hands. I think you got it, right?

I've finished my photo book and that means I've finished "remembering". It's time to move on - at least on this blog. My head and my heart is another story altogether :-)
 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Remembering ... Cape Cod

Cape Cod was sheer beauty. BEAUTY. Wanna talk about the dunes...

 the blue (cold) water...
 The long walks along the shoreline noticing the details I'm so keen on...

 


 
 
Absolutely wonderful


Remembering ... Boston

Boston felt a bit like a European city to me. I remember walking the Freedom Trail - interesting for a History buff like me.


I was fond of the Old State House

And the Old South Meeting House:

 
The harbor and the skyline though were my number 1:

Remembering ... Guides

One thing (amongst millions of others, obviously) I love about the US are the (mostly) retired guides they have in churches, old houses, museums. I absolutely love them and found out that they have a profound knowledge of not only the place they work at but of history (American and other) in general. What amazes me most is that these people are usually volunteers!
If you happen to travel the States and be in such a place - talk to them! You will be amazed. I was.

I talked to this gentleman at the small but cute Lighthouse Museum of Pemaquid Point.


He looked so incredibly old (his skin was like leather) that I supposed he must have spent his whole life on or around the water or at least outdoors. I didn't dare to ask for more details though.
He explained all about lobster fishing and how lighthouses are working. I could have listened to him for hours but unfortunately other tourists came in and he had to take care of them. Imagine listening to stories about his life as a fisherman or to adventures on the Sea (well, the guy could have been a farmer by all means but not in my imagination!).

In Portland I came upon this other guy who worked at the Observatory. An excellent story teller! For the duration of the tour I traveled back in time.

I remember the view from the top:

The most amazing guide though was this elderly lady (a former teacher) at this church in Portland:

The story behind this little church was interesting enough but the lady and I talked about many other topics like American politics or the economic situation in Europe. We talked (or should I say philosophized?) about life and faith and people in general. I could have gone on for hours but, here again, other tourists came in and she had a job to do.

I am grateful that they shared their knowledge with me!

Remembering My Trip

Today I am not working and I therefore decided that it would be the perfect day to start the photo albums (I order them online). It's best to start the albums as soon as possible because 1) it's easier to do them when the trip is still fresh in my mind and 2) I can show the albums to my friends and family (six months later, and probably one or two trips later, no one will be interested in my pictures of Boston or Maine!).

Doing the photo albums is about ... remembering. Obviously. While looking at all the pictures I have taken during my trip (and deciding which one was beautiful enough to make it in any album) I decided to start a couple of posts called "Remembering". It helps me tremendously in my sorting out process and I thought that you would like it as well.

Afterwards, I promise, it's time for new subjects. I have a new interview for the "Other's World" rubric ready and an idea on a new rubric. But please be patient with me. Let me indulge in my wonderful trip once more!

Friday, September 6, 2013

No Time?

I've been neglecting my blog. I am sorry about this. The first couple of days after my trip I was totally tired. Not especially jetlaged (once I was asleep I was asleep and didn't wake up in the middle of the night because my body thought it was morning or evening or whatever) but just tired. I must be getting old. This one night I missed (that happens when you fly from the US to Europe) was pretty hard to catch up on.

Then I am working again (which leaves me with less free time). In my free time I am sorting out all my stuff that I have accumulated during my trip. There are the pictures, of course, but not only. Various souvenirs, tickets, funny cards, etc. - stuff that I collected because it will remind me of this restaurant or that beach or that other boat trip (my pin board is thankful!).

But hey, I don't want to complain. Life is good. The sun is shining. My head is still full of impressions of my trip. And, honestly speaking, my soul has not yet arrived completely. It's still somewhere in between.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Trip Back Home

I left Portland and with that Maine by train. Have I told you that I am totally impressed by Amtrak? Their coaches are on time. The staff is nice and the trains clean and new (and full - who would have thought?). There will be other destinations to travel to with Amtrak, that's for sure!
Boston was so humid I decided not to stay in the city (I had a couple of hours between my train arriving and my flight departing). I took the water taxi to the airport. Yes, you read correctly. They got water taxis in Boston. The water taxi brings you to the peninsula where the airport is for only 10 bucks. From there the city/airport offers a free shuttle service to all gates! So cool! For me it was a wonderful goodbye - to leave the city by the sea, so to speak.
I spent a couple of hours in the airport, reading my book and enjoying the airport (I have this special feeling for airports and train stations. They make me feel good!).
And here I am again - back home. I am totally jetlaged and can't think clearly and this post will probably be strange and full of mistakes. I will do some laundry, have some dinner. Then I will be going to bed. I slept for what felt like two minutes on the plane (it was probably more 2 hours - the kid in the front row kept crying, poor little him. He sounded so afraid, it broke my heart!). I need a good night sleep.
I will go through all my pictures in the next couple of days and probably think of other stories about my trip to tell you.
For now: GOOD NIGHT