Mind travelling back to the old world

Shit in das pommes frites, as we say, I am half way into the first month of this glorious new year, and haven't written a single word! Well, my trip to down under has taken a lot of my energy, time and mindspace, so no space in the brain for any writing here.

I just read my last posting before my trip, and it does seems like 100 years ago! So many things have happened, so many thoughts have passed my brain and I feel so much more developed! That's clearly the best effect of travelling for me. Mind travelling. I love it. Not sure if I should bore my dear readers with too much with the result of this, but let's say I have concluded some large questions about myself during the trip. Firstly that I need to live closer to nature or at least build in nature in my life in a more convenient way. Secondly that I need to focus more on my inner self and be less "up in the air" and more inward and "together". The third big thing is that I need to get over my ever so lingering wonderings about my divorce and why it happened and if I really did the right thing or not. Extremely tedious, can I please just DROP IT!!

The bizarre thing in this is that this is very much what my lovely travel partner Ms Prada and I were discussing a lot during the trip. Towards the end of our trip, we went for psychic readings in Byron Bay (hippie mecka South of Brisbane), and scaringly, she saw these things very clearly in me, plus a lot of other very interesting things that are not suitable for publishing...

So, this was not really what I was expecting from this new year. I probably thought the trip to Aus would be a more party-oriented hallaballoo fiesta, but it got a bit more ... profound than that!

But despair not dear readers, I wasn't only this serious and mature. I did manage to mess things up a bit with a new flame. A German new flame. Bumped into him in a bar in Sydney and I got my passionate self back for a while. Love at first sight for moi and it ended up in a three day (and night, hehe) "affair". Oh so romantic. A slight bit problematic though since his English is rather schlecht and my German is... limited. But ze language of love doesn't need words.... Ok, now seriously, I like him. He is absolutely lovely and kind and sweet and dresses superbly and has a great job and a great life and would be very perfect had the logistics been a bit more shall we say, favourable. Well well, he seems to be equally romantic so we've been in quite a lot of contact and who knows, we might meet again!

Worth mentioning is also that lovely Ms Prada and myself didn't manage to pay ourselves out from the hotel due to "fraud protection services" for our credit cards (read: too much shopping). In the despair and rush for us to catch the domestic flight to Byron Bay, the only thing we could do was to call.. yep,,, mr Germany. And being loyal, kind and caring, he was in the reception 10 minutes later and got the Nordics out of their little slightly embarrassing despair... The lady in the reception desk sensed that we did not exactly "go way back" and couldn't hide her amusement of the situation. In between her not-so-discreet-giggles she said to Mr Germany: I hope you know this girl...

I am trying my best to pay him back, but he still hasn't sent me any details of his bank account. Not sure how to interpret this. Ms Prada says she thinks it was rather a bargin for three nights with the Sinister Spinster! She is terrible the little Missy. But grateful for my achievements though.

So here we are, some clarification and some new confusions. Nothing changes but everything is new.

Happy New Year!