Author regine
When I read “Eat, pray, love”, I was envious – Elisabeth ate all her way through Italy: pasta, pizza, ice cream, cheese, tiramisu, you name it.
How could I commit to running a big race this year? Didn’t I foresee what was coming? The endless kilometers under my feet, the hours, the intervals?
Here comes another find from New Zealand’s creative scene. I stumbled across their shop in High Street, Picton. And I love their printed T-shirts, all limited editions.
This is the moment of truth, the moment of confession. I’m training for a big race this year. Which means five months of perseverance, five months of getting up early and stumbling into the crisp morning air to put one foot… Continue Reading →
Oh, what a surprise! Waiting for my ferry in Picton, Marlborough, NZ, I browsed the little shops along High Street. There, some crafty things grabbed my attention and
Oh, I did it – I bought myself a present which I had wanted since I was a child. I never had a kaleidoscope – although I had always loved them so much. For some reason, it never happened that I… Continue Reading →
New Zealand is an outdoor country with many surprises. In the middle of nowhere (i.e. at Arthur’s Pass HW in a tiny inhabited spot named Ōtira) you can find John A Burns’ gallery.
Today feels like fallen out of place. It’s February, and my thermometer (outdoors!) showed 30° Centigrades. Yes, I know, this was in full sunlight with no wind and all – but nevertheless it felt odd. It felt like the wrong… Continue Reading →
Well, don’t panic. If I’m honest, I don’t even know John, never met him. Nope. But I’ve read many of his books and have sometimes already asked myself why exactly this is the case. I’m talking about John Irving, the… Continue Reading →
It’s so sad that my trip to NZ is over. I hope I will hear and read “kia ora” soon again. Have fun with some pictures in my little movie below – if the feathery guy will let you in.
