out in the open

Life without keys, with doors opened wide, not being bothered by the hungry look of the strangers, who peek inside, hoping to get a glimpse - at least! - of the authentic culture. Pots of flowers at every step, a chair and a table in front of every door - in case a neighbour comes by, to chat.

A life where all the dirty laundry are (literally) washed in public  would be unbearable for us.

We'd call this lack of privacy. They call this living in harmony.

As seen in Crete, for Today's Flowers.

week-end-run-away

So, have you decided where you run away for the weekend? Have you found you corner table, where you can sip a lemonade? Your little cozy place for sharing the latest news with your friends. Or simply a place from where you can just stare at the people and gossip about them (oh, the guilty pleasures of poisonous words!). So, have you? Than, enjoy it!
Have a great weekend, everyone!

sky watchers

"Oh, so you want to take a picture of us for Sky Watch friday?"
"Oh, no, of me not! I am not very photogenic!"
"Ooooh, that's awsome! We are going to be famous!"
"Don't mind her, she's dreaming of becoming a movie star ever since another guy took a picture of her last summer... Well, but pardon me for asking, what is Sky Watch Friday?"
"Do you always have to be so?"
"So like what?!"
"Like asking stupid questions!"
"What?! What did I ask? I just want to know!"
"And if you know, it's in vain in any case! It's not like we have a computer here or something..."
"Oh, man!"
"EXACTLY!"

Sky Watch Friday. In Crete.

sea of fish

Gazillions of tourists, gazillions of fish. The people go up and down the streets without a precise target, buying everything in their way, to throw it in the garbage later, at home. The fish just mind their own - very important - business.  

Watery Wednesday.

beware

In love and war, beware, my enemies, 'cause mercy is a word that I can't spell.









My world on Tuesday.

one Cretan morning

The roads took us to Crete, giving us no time to prepare, research or even think about it, but offering the gift of unexpected and discovery.

One Cretan morning we got up too early for the habit of the place, and went off snapping (stealing?) still images of a silent break of the day.

This post is for Today's flowers, but also for my friend Clarisa, with whom I agreed to post in counterpart Cretan and Portuguese doors and windows.

Faxi? No, fenks!

Who can understand them? They look, they take a picture of me - but no one needs a faxi. Although they all speak about ecology and protecting the environment, they still prefer the cars - the taxis. They say that they feel like exploiting me if they jump into my small vehicle, but how about the poor horses standing not far away from here, begging for some shadow next to the Stephansdom? Don't they feel like they are exploiting them too? At least I am here due to my very own will. Did anybody ask the horses?

yes, this weekend we see the things in black & white only. no room for negotiation.

Faxi = Fahrradtaxi (DE) = bicycle taxi (EN)

resilient

yes, I know. everybody admires the resilient ones. but it is really NOT my piece of cake. if I am bored or if I had enough, oh, well, then I'm bored and I had enough. I am not the pretend type. and I'd rather speak out my mind. oooooooooooor, if I am to be resilient, I will break those waves with a big splash'n'roar. which, at the time, doesn't happen. because it's summer, and, funny enough, summer cools things down. actually, lazies things down. forget about big splashes, fiery words and bold decisions. now it's simply time to relax, wear flip-flops, a diva hat and whimsical dresses, sip a beer under an umbrella on a beach, the thing. revolution? thanks, but not now... [yawn]

here I am, enjoying watery wednesday.

it makes me wanna smile

There is a big difference between men and women, they say.
So big, that when one talks about allegedly very important things, the other one hears just blahblahblah after a while.
So big, that the cap of the toothpaste tube can become an apple of discord.
So big, that if one begins to stare into a blank space, the other fears immediately a lack of love.
So big, that sometimes one fights with another for nothing, just because they speak about the same thing, but in a different language.
So big, that it makes me smile.

Show your world!

blue and the bee - hosting Today's Flowers

What stories is the bee telling? Her humming reminds of honey, sweet and bright, of travels around oh, so many flowers. Which one is the prettiest? asks the blue. All of them! answers the bee.

I am hosting the 1st of August edition of Today's Flowers. Click HERE to see more wonderful blossoms from around the world!