Friday, January 29, 2010

Edible Vegetable Arrangements

a new year is written

Stuggi goes Cape Town

Once again I sit at the window bar of the Ashanti, it sounds like Neo from the radio, Table Mountain is now in the sea of clouds and a light breeze. Actually felt quite pleasant for a change a little bit cold, well, a bit of exaggeration to the at 23 degrees.

it the last few weeks much has happened ... Christmas is over and a new year has begun. It's the year twenty ten - the year of the World Cup here in South Africa and after Mimi's words "the year of romance" ... well those are good prospects.

Now back to Christmas: my 2nd Christmas under the African sun, and this time a very special, because I have my 5 friends (Domi, Chrischi, Mimi, Alex and Susie) visits from Stuggi.


24th December: Big Family in the Sydney Street 11 was announced - we have 6, my new sister, a lonely Opi adoptive spontaneously from Belgium, two lonely souls from the Ashanti, my 2 neighbor riders Danes and my 2 roommates Anna and Emma. Very traditional Christmas songs were sung by our hard managed to get hold Christmas tree, eating cookies (thanks Omis and Dani), wine-drinking, Christmas Poppers opened and even gone into the night show. Well, quite honestly, we tried to go into the night show - to Mimi, and Alex Susi was ... almost fell asleep there on the long flight and lead to too much wine ;-) Giesen

: Wow Määs even Chocky

The next morning: 25 . December, the sun is shining and we have a wonderful day with great lunch and free champaign in Ahsanti enjoyed that we can comfortably finish the pool. Not so bad a South African Christmas, right?
Christmas in Ashanti

The days here with my 5 Stuggitanern love are gone too fast, but there were intense days in which has given everyone a glimpse into my life here. We have enjoyed every day to the fullest and have yet to experience adventurous things.

A small part of "Cape Town Stuggi goes"

trip to the Cape of Good Hope in "Susie the beetle and golf chico ... a beautiful drive along the sea on the Chapmen Peak, then blue ribbon with wishes on the tree nodes (just as shamans have done in Mongolia), can wander thoughts and enjoy the view. A wonderful day which ended with a small disaster, as did "Susie the beetle" are considering yet just to lose a bit of oil to another day to stay at the Cape. Well, since we were 6 now on the Cape without any gas station nearby and of course any extra oil can into your sleeve ... well, now what? The 6 friends did to help and we have just the golf chico times summarily converted and Alex put in the trunk. A cheerful way home with a stop in Kalk Bay in Cape of Cuba, "where there is the best Mojito and Mimi decided spontaneously added that there is going to take my wedding. Well then "tatta ta ta, ta ta tatta ..."





Susi is on vacation at the Cape of Good Hope



All stories to write now down here, that would take days and would I do for you to read and too hard - maybe some of you have the opportunity of personal testimonials about the dangerous African experience ... threats, I mean the wild, but good-looking lion in clubs and on the streets Cape Town's and of course, not to mention the countless ordinary fat cells in the fine wine and food which have tortuous so nasty to our hips, but I think it can live, what do you think?

"Stuggi goes Cape Town" and certainly not the last time :-) Thanks for the great days with you and you know yes, "You left Cape Town but it will never leave you again".

Now to the news of recent weeks: goes

Veri South African

After a long paper battle, I could finally apply for my WORKING PERMIT and allowed to work legally in 2 years and its aim is to "permanently residence to be ", ie South Africa I will not let go! No more problems with A / departure, stupid trip airline tickets or other visa issues. I have been really touched as everyone supported me in my plan - A very special thanks here to my Mom, to BIL at Iris, the RS Nellingen, Nicole and the seminary in Ludwigsburg. Thanks - Thank You Dankje!

Veri goes Car

Yes, hard to believe I am now the proud owner of a car. My first and so it had to be a special match ... so I have not had. And it has style! It is purple with white leather seats, pink gas pedals and a mega sound system and Of course, there is a Beetle (Dad please do not be angry with me, but it was love at first sight) -


"Lilli the beetle is born!

Lilli and I are of one heart and one soul and it keeps me pretty Trapp, get another little story.

Veri goes School

I have my job at the bar with a tear Ashanti terminated in mind, but at the same time with a smile as I turn "back to the old business" work as a teacher. I still have no permanent job but a job interview at the official operation Camps Bay Primary where a body as a teacher for the 5th Class is free. But that means pure challenge, since I teach all subjects in English should, therefore, not only math but also Social Science, Life Orientation, History and Biology (arrrgg, my favorite subject :-()

Na but I wanted so, so Cross your fingers is a must! send me some good Angel for next Tuesday.

now I'm back as a "private tutor" active and rich kids teach at home. What makes me especially fun is my new task as "personal study methods Coach ". I say bring the kids in the real learning and practicing different ways of learning with them - Course in English, so I'm just busy here all my methods to translate material.


Veri goes Coloured

I do not mean just my skin color, although I am a good girl I shun the sun and use sunscreen factor 50 (good girl !!!!), no I mean above all my heart. I've hit the jackpot and I were welcomed with open arms and hearts in a large family. Thanks to Jemaine! A family is not the only laughs a lot, talk and eat! but always and at any time is welcome. My 5 Stuggitanern have seen these colorful lively bunch at first hand and learned to love. An unforgettable Day in the lagoon, followed Pokje (a curry over the open fire) to Uncle Roland's farm. We played German songs on the guitar, "above the clouds tra ra ra ra that is that the well be limitless freedom" and were sung with a traditional farewell ritual spaliert out the door. Anyone know for which event they will be the next trellis times ;-)?

My family - United Colours of Africa

Uncle Roli and try the Veri MEAT


A small degree history: Lila and the TÜV (road worthy test)

Friday: Juhu

my first car and then immediately so ne porn truck ... full of euphoria and of course loud hip hop music, I am the streets of Cape Town's up and rode down .. . Ice Ice babe "what a feeling, though quite loud.

Sunday:

Veri in their pink world thinks, of course, nothing bad to since the first pink ticket stuck to the window of the Beetle. No, it's not a love letter, but a fat ticket than 800 Rand (80 Euro, a fortune here) was. Why that, I have parked a good girl? After further appraisal of the pink was wiping me everything clear, "Lilli" is not registered, that means I can not really go meter with it, now what?

Monday:

So off to the TÜV next day. I am very motivated by all the men, get tested along the lines of "women can too", from the ramp and car. After 10 minutes, but my stomach has increasingly drawn together because these evil men have taken almost TÜV my Lilli apart. You can not do, which is missing, since what must be done ... so much to "Veri goes Car" ... My dad shakes his head now probably "Veri how can you be so stupid to buy a Beetle '... na I, too, must however some pink in my world to learn. Well, not that we now have at the end of the story, would you still brings a cup of tea, sit back, now's First Assignment! to feel so out of the TÜV, no motivation or enthusiasm to complain more and first Jemaine my suffering. And there she sat the little Veri with his head and has cursed, I think we see them rarely. "If the public the evil men of the MOT and meticulous's is really not as if my broken Fensterkurbler has to do with MOT and road safety," Jemaine was quite patient and with an inner mischievous grin, and Veri must learn that not everything Pink is "VeRRREna listen, what if you get stopped by the police and they tell you to RRRoll down your window. You probably open your door because you cannot RRROll down your window. You know people got shot for that because the police herrr feels offended. "" Yes come on Jemaine, you are so over protective, this happens once in 5 years. "No insight was my turn to feel. So I have made myself to look for a mechanic to give me the Beetle under the hand and of course also repairs cheaper. The only problem with the whole thing, my car is still not registered need only just to the TÜV. Well how is this possible?? Officially, I can not go by car but somehow it must indeed come to the mechanic. The evil men at TÜV have told me I have 2 weeks to as long and can also legally use the car. Phew, at least this

Wednesday:

"Ice Ice Baby" sounds from my speakers, TÜV anger was forgotten, are leaving the pool my tracks. Ah, but it does well to begin with a morning sport. Full of energy in my swimming session back to the car - what is it! A police officer is just about a new pink mop stick to my Lilli. I parked it right ... oh no, it dawns on me already ... "your car is not registered tert lady". Not again R800! So I had the first police the whole story of the TÜV told and want to tell him that I would go so ... "no listen sissi, who told you that you cannot use this car as long as it is not registered". There were no negotiations or corrupt maneuvers. Frustrated and with tears in her eyes again, I sat at the bar with Jemaine, the poor, "Lilli and verification" - there's patience and an open ear announced. When they pick-me-after Camps Bay and then for good returns and I have promised myself I touch the car to the mechanic not to collect it.

Well what can come now, sorry, the story goes on.

without loud music I have on the direct road from Camps Bay to my Green Point made, a short distance ... not too short to reach again in Police Trouble.

Road Blockade! All cars were waved through, "Lilli" the purple Beetle, of course. "Please stop young lady - RRRoll down your windows please" "Shit," I do not now what was that, I have not made before 3 days lusitg about Jemaine. So I have left other choice than to open the door and hope that the officer does not feel attacked. "Young lady why do ou open your door, I told you to RRRoll down your window! Your car is not raod worthy, is that right? Can I see your drivers liscence, please ". My heart slipped into his pants, my stomach contracted and it bubbled the only way out of me: "No it is not raod worthy and it is not registered either and I have already two fines and my liscence is on my desk at home ... and now ... take my car and give me another fine ... this car is bad luck anyways! "The police officer looked at me with big eyes and saw the desperation in my face. "Young lady you are lucky today, you are a pretty girl, so go on" and he waved me through. "Pretty girl" well at least it has benefits but what the men think that sometimes with certain other body parts. Beetle arrived home was the key in the drawer out and only taken out again as the mechanic stood at the door.

Now I have a private mechanic (if anybody needs one ... good guy and cheap), I mean yes is now no longer unusual, others of announces personal coach, psychologist, marriage counselor or therapist.

Tomorrow is the big day, "Lilly goes TÜV" again ... and then I can register my baby at last, and hopefully our luck is nothing to prevent.

go in this direction and if they are not rusted, then it still today.

Welcome to Africa, welcome to the World RRReal VeRRRena!

Happy New Year 2010

Jemaine and the girls - he was taken under the lack of hard - well, seem to like him ;-)
Sunset Cruise is the third

Lions Head at 6 clock

La Med - and the party goes on!


Kiss the Cow - Daisy the Cow vodka, even Africa is not spared

First Surf Lesson - A new passion was born

Kirstenbosch Concerts ... just one of the beautiful moments here with you guys ...

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Words For A Baby Card

A new sister, a car named "Lady" and the story of the Christmas tree ★ * • ★ * •

★ * • Santa Claus this year has meant good to me! ★ * •

Zarah my new "Sissi"


to match my previous blog entry I've got a new sister. I know them black. Wow. Sometimes The role of life but crazy. Zarah is from New York, writes a book just wants to make her Ph.D. in literature, it enjoys in empty cafes tucked in a corner to read, is the extreme opposite of me, but one thing unites us: to live free of fear, the spontaneous joy. We live it with a totally different way: the world seen from its quiet corner of the cafe, I'm from the lively bar, we both see the same people, just from a different perspective and realize it makes no difference. have adopted thanks to my Mom and Dad to a new "Sissi". Zarah is truly a gift :-)
Mom and Dad, we are promised, along with our Christmas Christmas Tree will enjoy singing Christmas carols (thanks Mimi), and even into the night show ... wow and in the middle of Africa.
Sistas for Life
Yes, now to our Christmastree: As promised, for my 5 friends who arrive tomorrow from Germany (I am as happy as ne Snow Queen), I was on the search for a tree made. And the "SEARCH" I'm serious. Emma (my crazy roommate from Zimbabwe), I and my new car, "Susi" the beetle.

Start 9am in the morning, throw Emma out of bed, get into the Beetle, chatter chatter, and off you go. We went from one to the other side of town, not a tree in sight. And now? Is it too early in the morning to life in Africa and all the trees are sold out - can it be? After 1.5 hours finally wohooooooooo trees, well, rather bushes in sight. The joy was so great that we have chosen the same course, the biggest tree. Arms "Susi", that is purely in the Beetle with the tree. And now, where we sit? Somehow we have tormented between the branches, not a pleasant feeling to go with needles in the neck ... go have her. Ratter, rat, rats ...... "Lady" would not start anymore. "What's going on Susie, do you like our tree not behaved baby, come on spring!" Nothing was more. "Susi" strike. What now? Get out of the Beetle, what a Update .. ahhhh Emma and I begin the Christmas tree and curse now that'll be fun! And then there was ER, save the day (Lalo, we are right, there are angels!). A car mechanic sent directly from heaven. A handle and "Susie" was in top form. So home, and now that he is our Christmas tree, our pride. Ah, if I am Mimi, Susi, Alex, Dominic and Chrischi admire him tomorrow. And now you also know what kind of strain on me :-) I took ONLY FOR YOU! But I like to have made!


Emma and I and our TREE


Emma, Lady and the Christmas tree

Now to "Susie", she is my new Babe. Oh am I in love in my little Beetle. So I immediately packed out my new Sissi Zarah, Cal and Jemaine and we have started a Family Trip to Blue Mountain. With fear in the back, the two men have ventured into my "Susi", Zarah was quite cool, probably lies in the family of the woman :-)

A beautiful end of a busy day :-), with a beach walk to look kiters (love Toni sent you special thoughts in the wind), tasty Mojito, Shisha, pizza for half price, dreams and great conversations ... Time so valuable.

My new baby "Susie" the Beetle



Let's go - back on the raod again!

Family Trip: me, Zarah, Jemaine and Cal

Hat since about someone is afraid?


very cool in the back, the ghetto kids :-)


Blue Mountain Beach - my favorite place


★ * • Moments ★ * •








Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Pokemon Subtitles Season 1

why you are black and I know ★ * •

Why are you black and I white?

It is again time to provide you with reading material and new images. Time passes much too quickly and it has done in recent weeks very much.


good six weeks I have been here on the black continent and it feels as though I was never gone. Exactly one year I was here with Tony, oli and Phili on holiday, has limited time, Holiday Feeling, Time of luxury with euros in your pocket - so now I live here. Many thoughts go through my mind with ever since: Why I'm white and not black? Why was I born in Germany and not somewhere else in the world? Why then, we plan all about financial security, pension and future? Who says you must get almost 30 panic because the biological clock ticking? Why can not we just live in now, that's so wrong?

I have a life here can affect me, people have observed and also asked about their lives (so to have the best job at the bar). I noticed that people here always have a smile for one, that here there is a kindness to one another, to me as German sometimes embarrassing, is that the word stress does not exist here. How do people make it? Man would think that have enough money to have to worry about anything under the sun and living like King cheese. However, the opposite prevails here. Most have 3 jobs, work 6-7 days a week, have no security in terms of their future, yes, but take your time. Take your time each day a piece of life. It pays not to save, as it comes to bringing home enough money a month to pay the bills. Pension insurance, life insurance or savings agreement, these words do not exist here. Who knows what tomorrow, maybe you live garnciht even more. genießenDie people live in the now and really enjoying every minute. You learn quickly here that it is not much Money needs to be happy and satisfied. We learn here that you need time, time for family, friends and nature. It costs nothing to sit in the evening on the beach and watch the sunset to climb the morning of Lions Head and see the awakening of the city or simply just standing in front of Table Mountain and mother to admire nature and it costs especially not with people just time to spend. Sure it's nice when one has a little something to enjoy delicious sushi around times, or a sunset champagne cruise or to do just to sip a delicious cocktail in Camps Bay ... but these are always a few left over the edge and somehow now and then. Sometimes I think that people think their lives are only about the future, the security in the good life that they will at some point have time that's life these people miss. Does it really safer to always plan everything? What happens if the plan does not work at once, or what comes in between? PANIC!

I have to experience in the short time many impressions and intense moments. I have the luck to both white and black South Africans as friends. Both give me an insight into her life, a life which is by and large does not differ much, not in our generation and not in the social level in which I move.

The last 10 days were my parents to visit me for a while before I was afraid: WA you think of my life here? How do you take in my surroundings, people surrounded me and characterize it? What you said to us to settle down to my dream?

Now I look back on the time and really hit me in tears to the eyes. I showed my parents my Africa, you have completely integrated into my life here, so what have I started to like my dad would say now in the "hippie communes" Ashanti Lodge was quartered. It was a very emotionally intense time - for me personally one of the finest and most relaxing times I've shared with my parents. I have my dad has never been so relaxed, experienced open and funny. My mom has never been unbiased afferent what wives and girlfriends of my hand, and even men at my side :-). It was just a great time and most importantly for me, that my parents have agreed to it. Thank you mom and dad that you have not tried to convince me that you have wished me the best, and even supports my dream to live here. There were many moments where I sat that and was so proud of my parents. Thanks to you and of course my friends at home I am what I am that day. Domi would say now, no Veri that you are because you've dealt with you and every single day to question and work on you. Oh Domi, I miss our conversations, are a treasure! There

There are people who dream the first place, because that has to do with reality, then the people 'thinking long and then there are people who live their dreams.

This does not mean that the dream comes true, but only if you try do you know if it was worth it to dream, I try and I try hard - and if it creates one to live their dream, then the Veri :-)

what Bob Marley would sing now: "... do not worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright ..."
A few updates on my life:
★ * • I live now in a great house with 2 other girls, right at the stadium, 5 min from the sea with garden and terrace

★ * • still working for 13 Rand (1 €) per hour in the "hippie commune," Ashanti Lodge

★ * • will enter into the next year of intensive "private tutoring"

★ * • now know the answer to my question why I'm not black and white

★ * • is now my hips sexy swing to hip hop

★ * • chocolate cake can bake

★ * • and am leaving next week a WV Beatle

A little interlude (such as Tiziano Terzani was writing now):


Absorbed in the words, phrases and thoughts that I am trying to arrange to write them down on my blog, it will ring at my front door. I expect someone? "Hello" I call on the porch, no one answers. It rings again. I go down to the gate to look at who's there. I open the door and a black woman stands in front of me. The first thought of me rushing through my head "Dodgie," she begins to tell your story ... I find myself thinking about it just to make the door and say "sorry I am busy, I do not buy anything " - STOP! What I write in my blog since just taking one time, Veri alright, you take you well no matter who stands before you, every person is worth the time. She tells me that she has a 6 year old daughter not to see only a hand that can move them and sells handmade leather wallet. I listen, thoughts whizzing through my head, and now? I look at the purses, I have to say, really very beautiful and above all creative design. "How much is one?" I ask her. "R50". Once again, the thoughts are in my head, 50 Rand - the equivalent of less than 5 € - not much money, but for the conditions here already! I think about '50 Edge, but I have 4 hours of work, "what now. "Sorry I do not have cash here in the house" would have been the easy answer, I would have closed the door and the woman would never be seen again. "Wait a moment" I answer her, go up to the house, look in my wallet and I see 120 Rand, my last money in cash. I wonder briefly tonight Rosas is a birthday, we want to go but what trinekn all together and eat. What now? I take the R100 out of my wallet go to the cabinet a pack of gummy bears grab (just fresh from my parents geschippert here) go back down to the gate open and as you might laugh at me. "I take two and Merry Christmas the Gummi Bears are for your daughter "She looks at me shocked, you get the tears, she hugged me and says only" God bless you, god bless you! "

I close the door, the stairs go to my Room and high feel this warmth to my heart - I am white she is black - together we are Africa and so it should be.

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Aloha my friends, enjoy the Christmas holidays, I slipped well into the New Year and Take your time! Your Veri

my new home


daddy santa claus
World Cup: Final Draft
Stellenbosch with mom and dad
Sunset Champaign Cruise
beautiful Cape Town






Ausflug nach Frenchhoek
Hugenotten Denkmal
Wine tasting and lunch with Mom and Dad lekka

my 2nd Ashanti Home
Jemaine, me, we are all Cal = AFRICA

Larissa (Austria), my Barchica + Haim (Israel), also moved
Matti My Boy, my Roomi for 6 weeks and my Herzel
Edith (Holland), together we can make it babe
black-> white color does not matter because