We decided to get a new garden this summer and have been waiting impatiently for its completion. The end result is just amazing.
We bought the house last August and the garden was bursting with green. Not at all a bad sight, but too much for the both of us to maintain. It was too bushy everywhere around. Clearly, there has been no maintenance since years.
This summer, our mornings and evenings have a fixed happy job, water the plants and grass 🙂 and then sit back, relax and enjoy!!
Bad Urach is a small town in the district of Reutlingen, Baden-Württemberg, in southern Germany. It became our holiday destination during the extended weekend of Ascension Day. To be honest, this place was not a choice originally. We started looking out for places real late and traced right from North Germany to central and then finally down south until we got a hit on the accommodation. However, I must say that it has been a blessing in disguise.
The house we rented was an absolute pleasure to stay in, located on the sides of a hill, and providing amazing views of the adjoining hills and valleys.
This small sleepy town was in full bloom all bright and colorful everywhere we walked.
So naturally, the important question that arises is what’s interesting to do there? The place is full of hiking routes in the Swabian Alb biosphere area. One of the days, the men in our group planned a Hiking Adventure. This was in the Wasserfallsteig trail and then following up to Hohenurachsteig trail with stunning views of the cliffs ‘Hanner Felsen’ and the pathways through lush mixed forests.
I have to be honest that I was really not keen on going further than the Waterfall to reach the ruins of the castle ahead as the path was extremely steep and difficult more so in the summer scorching heat. But with the persuasion of the group, we moved forward together and it was all totally worth it. We walked a couple of kilometers until we reach a flat with rest places, toilets, and refreshment. This place was extremely relaxing with the canopy of the trees, keeping away the strong rays of the sun and providing much-needed shade. We refilled ourselves here and started again.
We walked through the dark green forest stopping now and then to click pictures (like below) keeping ourselves motivated for the path ahead.
Soon the way got harder and steep and we (the ladies) took help of fallen branches to act as support.
Upon reaching our destination, we felt like ‘On-Top-of-The-World’. Breath-taking views of the valleys down under can only make you want to sit there and admire.
The ruins of the castle are very picturesque itself and with a clear blue sky, it looks perfect canvas-ly.
Bad Urach is also famous to have the narrowest street in the world only 31 cms wide. It was an absolute check of fitness to be able to pass through this lane successfully. 😉
The Centrum is full of good cafe’s and restaurants all full of super nice food. We dined at “Die Traube” and everything they served was delicious.
This small sleepy town is totally recommended for a short trip to relax and recover from the monotonous schedule of our daily lives.
Long long time ago, I promised to stop being lazy and do something fruitful out of my life. Well, Laziness has always defeated me except for sometimes when I did the bottle art or when I converted beer bottles to beautiful show pieces using fancy craft materials(no pictures yet). Until recently, I revisited my color boxes and brushes and made them felt needed. Here is the output below. As for the caption, a dear friend called it “The Reflection”
A lot has changed for me since the Philadelphia trip and my last post. But I managed to bounce back to life and both summer and the sunshine has only helped in my recuperation. The period between March-April-May is my favorite because there is so much happening almost every weekend. Either it is an extended weekend with public holidays in the middle of the week or there is a Flower Parade in Keukenhof.
Spring has already set in and summer is getting ready to make an entrance. This is the time when we like to make mini trips to nearby places and just relax. Because the past couple of months have been very stressful for the both of us, a relaxing trip is all we were looking forward to. Unfortunately, we were really late in booking flights and that lead to super expensive flight tickets to anywhere we wished to go. Finally, we settled to revisit Luxembourg but were again stuck while booking accommodations with super expensive options. I must say it all happened for a reason. We ended up booking a forest bungalow. We have never stayed in any such places before and I wasn’t sure how comfortable it will be until we actually arrived in paradise.
It was an absolute piece of heaven. Amidst the dark greenery, stood a dozen small wooden bungalows which housed very basic necessities. We were in the village of Dillingen very near the famous Beaufort Castle. Since this was our second visit, the sole purpose of the visit was to relax and stay away from the usual crowd. Fortunately for us, our co-voyagers shared the same trip intent as us.
Dillingen is situated on the north-east of the country on the Luxembourg-Germany border, the countries separated by the Sûre river. It’s amazing how the borders blend between the countries, it’s hard to identify the changes except for the sole signboard that says Germany or Luxembourg very unlike the borders of my Motherland, India, and her neighbors.
So apart from exploring the beauty of the borders between the countries, we wanted to try something new, something different. So we decided to hike. Well, to many, it isn’t a big deal but I must mention here that it is a great deal for people who isn’t really the sporty or ‘easy-moving-ass‘ type! My husband and I are kinds of car-driven-tourist or typical public-transport-tourists very unlike backpackers. So, our hike expedition was very tailor-made keeping in mind our levels of flexibility. Nevertheless, for novices, I would consider us as pretty good.
Luxembourg is famous for hikes, treks, water sports, biking and much more. There were also many famous hiking trails in the region where we stayed. We drove to the site of ‘Schiessentümpel Waterfall‘ and took the Mullerthal Hike trail.
Absolutely mesmerized by the magnificence of the dark forest, we set foot on the 4-kilometer track. After 500 meters, we halted at the fascinating waterfall to click pictures and then continue the ascent uphill to a viewpoint which beholds a good view of the surroundings on a clear summer day.
Needless to say, what an amazing experience it was, the pictures say it all. We only wondered how much more beautiful the place would be in full summer. When our short trip came to an end
When our short trip came to an end, we left as happy souls completely detoxed and not heavy hearted after a wonderful vacation.
I have been living in the Netherlands for over a year and a half now and I have had the opportunity to travel to some fine countries ever since. Last October, I visited Eastern European country Ukraine, a place that honestly wouldn’t have crossed my mind for a visit unless for a business trip. However, it has been a very pleasant experience and I wish to visit again for tourism someday.
Last week, I got the opportunity to visit the United States for the very first time. I was visiting Philadelphia and I quickly got used to calling the city by its famous nickname “Philly”. Philly has its historic roots in the American Revolution, the Declaration of Independence and the formation of Constitution. Wiki says “In the 19th century, Philadelphia became a major industrial center and railroad hub that grew from an influx of European immigrants. It became a prime destination for African-Americansin the Great Migrationand surpassed two million occupants by 1950.” The apparent presence of African Americans in this popular city even today totally draws attention to its history.
While it was snowing in the Netherlands, Philly was experiencing light drizzle with quite a pleasant weather. It was my first impression until I experienced what blown away really meant! (it was super windy). However, it was bright and sunny all week during my stay. My business associate based in Philly asked me about my first impression of the United States to which I answered that I expected to see burger shops and fried food around every corner, which was not really the case in this city. Yes, Philly is known for some great food options especially Steak Houses. Since my hotel was in the heart of the city center it gave me ample opportunities to explore the city by foot in the very limited time available after day long tiring business meetings. I like to walk alone in new places I visit to enjoy and admire the city at a relaxed pace. Since I am not really a museum person, I decided to walk the streets and check out the two most eminent historic edifices, a must when in Philly – the Liberty Bell and the Independence Hall. The City Hall was very close to my hotel and I viewed it almost every day. I also visited the Reading Terminal Market on one of the days with a colleague and what an amazing encounter it can be for a foodie. Hustling and bustling with people shopping, eating, selling, relaxing with the aroma of food all around makes you sniff all the way to the tempting dishes like the ones they show in cartoons.
The thing about Philly is how its historic buildings stand out dramatically amongst the modern day skyscrapers striking a most amazing blend.
The most amazing thing about America is its people and their hospitality. Most people are friendly and always happy to involve in small-talk. I think almost every store I visited learned about me being a visitor (lol – also with the amount of shopping I did). I really did shop until I dropped. With amazing deals on their local brands, the famous brands we know as imported, there was nothing to stop me.
Promising to be back soon again, I bid a final goodbye beholding the breathtaking skyline of Philly forever in my memories.
I have grown up enjoying winter as a wonderful season and the best one in India. The chills of the morning, the warm sun of the afternoon, enjoying oranges after lunch sitting under the sun wrapped with traditional quilts followed by a post-lunch nap(siesta).
Winters were the seasons full of fairs, picnics, weddings that would mean lots of food and eat out. White and blue were the colors of winter back there.
Here in Holland, grey is the color of the winter, not even white. In my first winter here, it felt so dull and depressing and I suffered from homesickness. Gradually, I got used to the color and kind of convinced myself that Grey is not dull, it just means slow down, sit back and relax. Well, isn’t that so true, we are mostly indoors, keeping warm sipping soups sitting against the fireplace(No I am not 80 years old!!).
This winter we were in Italy for vacation and the amazing weather with white and blue sky and the brimming sun hit my make-shift arrangement of the mindset hard about the color grey 😦 ! Prints versus the negatives! Envious, I keep going back to the pictures and refresh the hustling bustling places around, sunny, bright and blue.
But soon I am shaken by reality – grey it is for now!
When I was younger, I made it a point on or before the last day of the year to take some time and look back on the things I did during the whole year. This is a habit I picked up from my late English Teacher, who was also a guide. He played a very big role in shaping the person I am today. But ever since I came to Holland, life has gotten busier each minute (Read : I have become lazier!). I still try to pen down a few words and sentences and keep up with this ‘tradition‘ that I have followed for years. The objective of this activity as I understand from Sir, is to understand the way I have evolved as a person, good or bad, over the past year . As I grew up, I concentrated on becoming a better human being, a better me and enhance my personality and amend the grey sides of my character.
Over the last two years, we have been vacationing during the last week of the year from Christmas until New Year. Therefore. it leaves me with no me-time during the best month of the year.
So, here’s looking back at 2016, cherishing the good memories and remembering any bad times as a lesson.
.. Lots of travelling all throughout the year. Black Forest, Paris, Croatia, Normandy, Ukraine, Italy.
.. Lots of new friends around, many get together s with them, fun filled gatherings and event.
.. Moved to New House.. a very big step and a lot of responsibility. Happy and proud that we did it together and pulling through great.
.. New Job for the better, new learning and new responsibilities.
.. I became fatter 😦
.. And now most importantly, a great balanced family and personal life.
It’s been a great year, Wish all a very Happy New Year 2017 to everyone !!
Life has kept me extremely busy, which is kind of good. But the little free time I manage by cutting the corners of my agenda, only adds to laziness. I hate myself for being lazy! There was a time when I had a generous abundance of free time but then I had tough emotional times , therefore I spent them cheap – being lazy. Story of my life!
On the days, I am working from home, I stare at the half sprayed golden hue of the neatly cleaned beer bottles which would have earned us at least 3-4 Euros if returned back but I fought for my hobby over materialized money(really!). Its been more than a month, they are still waiting for my time and attention. Alas! The evident rust on my writing skills, my pens and pencils, almost losing my brushes and colors earns me almost an award. Could I be anymore lazier? How I miss my diaries from childhood, my bundles of writing, stories and junks. Had I not disposed them of out of sheer Adolescent Idiosyncrasy, they would have been alive with me today.
Nevertheless, the point of today’s post is neither about my laziness nor about my youthful accomplishments but about Imagination. Imagination plays a very important role in the growing years of our childhood. Imagination protects the innocence in a child and makes all his stories enjoyable. I became part of a similar amusing story yesterday when I met a friend in the train on my way back home from work. Amongst several other household chatters, she was telling me about her daughter whom I have known as a lively, enthusiastic and creative kid. Yesterday I learnt another thing about the girl, she has immense imaginative potential and not only can she imagine an amazing fantasy world but can also describe it down beautifully. It’s a gift. Not everyone can express feelings marvelously.
Enjoy the read and words of appreciation for the little rising star will help encouragement.
For anyone who is reading this journal and has no idea of the word “Bong“, then I will take pride in explaining that Bong is an abbreviated form for Bengalis – people from Bengal(the state of West Bengal) in India. We are rich in heritage and culture, we love our foods and we love our adda’s (spending quality time with friends and family). It is usually very easy to identify us – by our appearances(we are usually well-fed , so essentially round at our bellies or our faces), we are also great at communicating with people and friendly(especially if we see another Bong, we are overwhelmed) and no matter from how far words come flying, if its about food, you have our attention!
Keeping aside our qualities, I would like to highlight, we take our festivals very seriously, we have a whole bunch of them and that makes the saying “Baro mash-e tero parbon”(13 festivals in 12 months- oh no not literally , that is an understatement.I guess its some multiple of 13).
We have traveled to the different corners of the world and made our presence everywhere thereby globalizing ourselves truly but when it comes to Durga Pujo, the true blue Bong soul transpires above all.
When we were kids, dressing up in new attire and the pandal hopping experience with numerous street foods -egg rolls, Fuchka , Mughlai Porota, Ghoogni were the only things in our schedule all four days.For some little details , Ashtami’s Anjali, Sondhipujor Arati, Nabami-r NonVeg food were other highlights.
With generation changes and over time, litle has changed over these traditions. We still dress up in our sarees and jewelry now, we still enjoy those special Pujo meals and we still go out and participate in pandals.
This year, for some of us Non Residential Bongs as well as Indians, we grouped up and traveled to a Durga Puja organized in Koln, Germany. Well, the pandal hopping had to be done once per year. Last year we were in Netherland Durga Pujo. Two days of uninterrupted fun surrounded by nothing except Bengalis(mostly, and also non Bengalis , even Germans), good food (not that good, but that’s a different topic) and great programs.
I’ll cut short my talking and let some pictures do the talking for the nostalgia we went through not being able to be home at this time of the year.
… to move. Yes we are moving from our one bedroom cosy apartment to our newly purchased house in the Netherlands .Although, we did not have almost any big furniture in the apartment, but we still settled for 6 big boxes, 6 big bags and suitcases and many smaller packs here and there.
Shifting is a common word for me, which comes with a lot of hard work, concentration, stress and multiple bags and boxes.
I am recalling one of my older posts and refreshing my memories from the past- when I moved all my things to my husband’s apartment before leaving Pune, when I came back to Pune from Hyderabad, when I moved houses in Hyderabad in a gap of 2 months , when I left Pune to go to Hyderabad or when I first shifted to Pune with 2 baggage. Shifting never gave me a headache, in fact to be honest , I quite like packing and unpacking stuff(A good friend of mine can tell how much!) and by now I am pretty experienced in this activity (Yes, I take pride in saying so !) .From the year 2013 until now , I have shifted full setup of houses 5 times to be exact and this is the sixth time(6 times in 3 years!!!)
I have found adventure and fun in my not-so-adventurous life in its small way. Filling up boxes, making sure each inch of space is utilized and sealing them up in the best possible way. Heaps of polythene bags knotted to secure multiple little utilities or non-utilities or may be the tiniest things closest to my heart. And finally in goes the clothes to the suitcases along with other valuables locked and ready for the move.
And at the final hour, when you have handed over all the luggage to the movers and packers, you need to spend few hours or a night in an empty house, may be also sleep on the floor over a carpet with not many options. Is it fun? yes, it’s still fun.
But , nevertheless, each time I move it has been for the good and with the hope of better. It is definitely a very tedious job which I can bet most people hate, but not me.