best coffee ever

saturday night went out, came home@6 and hated almost every minute of it (well every minute after midnight). came up with one brilliant idea though. and been happy HAPPY ever since.

my face is winter depressed.

this bleak, sorry sight is what i see most of the days through my office window.




i gave up all hope sun ever shines in vienna.
been feeling pretty discontent,
on one hand terribly excited by the fact that i'm off to sunny climate, on the other kind of ambivalent to anything apart from after eights and mad men, excluding haris.

back home.

paris was drippy and expensive but i found a HEMA!


yay!

and stocked up on tea
and now am home, in bed, having both tea and coffee (oh debauchery!) albeit lying in dirty sheets.



there's a story behind that cup of tea. in short,
kind of wonderful.

an overture to the commencement of a very rigid journey

rather impressed with my 24 mins 27 secs; expected worse.
came home exuberant, took friday off.
french person finished one place ahead of me. however (luckily) we did not meet. sweaty spectacle.
but nevermind.
nothing good can/ could come out of it anyway.

puffy eyed we biked to prückel




for a lazy breakfast and then off to the airport (for her), housework (for me).
i look sedated.


vera hates her hair that isn't her hair at all.




and a solitary lunch and a fortune cookie saying:
een relatie zal een nieuwe wending nemen
a relationship will take on a new dimension

which one?

photos galore

i have that dress. in that colour.

i also have new upstairs neighbours, french, and eager chefs.
the place stinks of garlic, even being a huge garlic fan myself, gotta keep my windows shut. tight.


this is my favourite cafe
Prückel



and this is my flat, well bits and pieces of it

This trip called for some meticulous packing// honeymooning in Vienna

testing my new life.
and then some.

note to self: should remember that things will rarely be this smooth and this easy.