Traveling Munchkins

Traveling? – That's obvious. Why Munchkins? – Why not? ;)

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Clumpy, the Waxman

I think self-reflections is one of the greatest virtues you can possess. So after a long time and many failed interventions from people who love me, I have to come clean and admit I have a problem:

I am using way too much wax on my surfboards. I know it, but I just cant stop putting it on! And I am way too lazy to remove it regularly…

But I took it off my longboards this weekend, and it weighed 1.1kg. But hey, the good thing is, Katie got to see & play with her first snowman! Australia really got it all!


I called him Clumpy, the Waxman. What a cheery lil fella!


Our resident possum ate his carrot nose tonight, and he’s gone now. But don’t be sad!

For Clumpy, the Waxman, had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, sayin’ “Don’t you cry, I’ll be back again some day.”

And I am sure he will! be! J

P.S. I: The carrot was eaten by a real possum, not Katie.
P.S.II: Here is how the boards looked after I was done – a view not to be seen again for the next 2 years!


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The unlikely love of a koala & an otter


Red Passion

Today is our 12th anniversary. Franzi, the love of my life, etc etc.

But instead of confessing my everlasting love to her, and boring the hell out of everyone, I thought I give a bit of a backstory to that photo.

I consider this picture of Franzi one of the most precious photos I have ever taken, shot on the very day I told her for the first time that I loved her, and gave her the ring that is now her engagement ring. (While I was writing this, Franzi mentioned to me that I did not give her the ring but a pair of earrings that day. Thanks for destroying my fake precious memory! But I think I’ll leave it like that anyway, the story just sounds better like that. As they say: It’s not a lie if YOU believe it. Moving on…).

Getting there was not easy. Pretty much no one believed we would become a couple (including me). To phrase it politely: I was pretty good at being single (and that was way before Tinder), with not much intention of changing into couple-mode.

In addition to my own doubts, there were the doubts of, well, pretty much everyone else. People warned Franzi not to be with we me to begin with (but to be fair, for a good reason), not to visit me when I was studying abroad in Spain, and – after she did – definitely not to come back. BTW, thanks Mausi, still one of my favorite anecdotes next to the episode of you, me and that donkey in Morocco. That donkey still calls from time to time…).

When Franzi took a Spanish class back in Germany so she would be able to impress me with her rad language skills the next time she visited me, my own Spanish professor literally laughed at Franzi when she heard I was the reason she was doing it. And for foolishly thinking she would be able to keep me… I am not using “literally” wrong here. We’re talking laughing out loud in front of the class…!

So it was like the unlikely love of a koala and an otter: They might make a cute couple, but they live in 2 totally different environments… (Fun fact: If Koalas want sex, they wander aimlessly around for a while until they find somebody. If they don’t, they just give up and go back to sleep. I really like that analogy!)

Good thing Franzi did not listen, sharing the same philosophy I have as well: You hear everyone out, smile, agree, and then do whatever the fuck you were gonna do anyway.

Well, after traveling the world, moving to the other side of the planet, having a kid and sharing a wonderful life together, I think it safe to say: We might stand a fighting chance after all! 😉

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4 months

Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass ein Baby so arbeitsintensiv und zeitaufwändig sein kann. Als ich noch schwanger war sah ich mich mit anderen Muttis im Café sitzen, unsere Kleinen lieb in ihren Kinderwägen, lange Spaziergänge am Strand, damit ich bald wieder aussehe wie vorher oder am besten noch besser, Stillen verbraucht doch 500 Kalorien am Tag, oder? Die Wohnung ist immer tadellos, ich habe ja schließlich sonst nichts zu tun wenn die Maus schläft. Ich wollte sogar anfangen zu häkeln, jap häkeln. Heute bin ich schon froh, wenn ich es schaffe vor um 12 Zähne zu putzen…

Wer mal gesagt hat er schläft wie ein Baby brauchte scheinbar nicht viel Schlaf. Es gibt wohl auch Babies die mit 2 Wochen durch schlafen, die man nachmittags ins Bettchen legt und die dann einfach einbutzeln und für die nächsten 2 Stunden seelig vor sich hin träumen, zumindest glaube ich sowas mal gelesen zu haben. Ganz sicher bin ich mir allerdings nicht, denn nach 4 Monaten ohne Schlaf steht man manchmal ein bisschen neben sich. Katie hat davon wohl auch noch nie etwas gehört oder zumindest hält sie nichts von dieser Theorie. Es ist doch auch viel schöner sich in den Schlaf wiegen zu lassen und dann gemütlich in Mamis Arm zu butzeln und auch nachts muß man ja zumindest alle 2 Stunden mal schauen ob noch alle da sind und man nichts wichtiges verpasst. Bei der Gelegenheit kann man dann auch gleich noch einen kleinen Snack zu sich nehmen. Wie soll man auch schlafen, wenn es so viele neue Dinge auszuprobieren gibt, Rollen, Schnattern (gern auch nachts um 4), Schmatzen und natürlich besonders viel Sabbern.

Ich glaube mittlerweile haben wir das ganze Eltern-Ding aber raus. Ich habe mich an 4 Stunden Schlaf pro Tag gewöhnt und André hat schon ganze 13 Windeln gewechselt. Parenting for the win!