Friday, 8 September 2023

13 714!!! Yesterday evening’s return-from-work commute was epic, the crazy amount of growing bicycle commuters definitely reached its peak (for now, as with global warming this is a record that will surely be beaten soon). Boulevard Sébastopol is one of the main bicycle path axes of the capital, and the bicycle counter counted me as incredible 13 714th passage (although I have been counted twice, since my morning route also brings me there). An endless stream of bicycles, of any form and type. Beautiful, just beautiful. Even though it slows down my trip, it’s a powerful and relieving feeling. Waiting for even more bicycles on Parisian roads!

Monday, 28 August 2023

Heat. Silbertal. Sun. Innerkapellalpe. More sun. Wormser Hütte. Still sunny. Neue Heilbronner Hütte. Sun. Madlenerhaus. Sun. Wiesbadener Hütte. More sun. Saarbrücker Hütte. Sun. Tübinger Hütte. Less sun. Gargellen. Rain. Too much rain to not return home straight away.

Friday, 28 July 2023

What a harsh return to reality and routine: one week of rain, while I house-sitted my parent’s place! I restarted my routine runs, bringing up my streak to six for now. Well below my Duolingo 101, but it’s a start. After an uneventful, flat but rainy work-from-home week in Neustadt I’ll jump on a train tomorrow morning to get to Stuttgart meeting with family for my little sister’s birthday. On Sunday I’ll return to Paris with little big Max, handing him over and away for an entire month. It’s going to be long until we meet again, I’ll be anticipating by making the best out of the upcoming weekend!

Sunday, 23 July 2023

Back home, home in Neustadt. Summer went according to plan: we got to the island, enjoyed the island, and returned back from the island. Thumbs up, Corsica. The thumbs up island! Across countless borders, through many countries. Europe endless. The cherry on the cake was yesterday’s visit of this year’s penultimate Tour de France stage through the Vosges, once we traded the girls at a train station for my dad, we switched into cycling mode and cheered the riders on the last climb of this year’s Tour. Now I’m back on the couch in front of the television, waiting to restart work tomorrow. Virtually but surely. Time to watch a Tour starting (Femmes) before the other (the Tour of the boys) is bound to end while going through all the pictures and form some everlasting photo memories.