246/365: Auf dem Caravan Salon Düsseldorf.
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243/365: Simply a wall from my part of the dorf.
242/365: Pflaumenkuchen
241/365: A hot summer night in Darthdorf.
240/365: Came past this little M*A*S*H car with a hula-figure in it.
239/365: Our new fridge magnets.
Well, it’s sometimes just good to be home and don’t go anywhere. And that’s when I take rather unexciting photos of our fridge.
Anyhow, at some point we – or especially me – started collecting fridge magnets as souvenirs. They make good souvenirs: they’re small and useful. And so they live in a prominent place in our flat, so we actually look at them, too. (And yes, I like it a little kitschy sometimes.)
More time is better than more money.
I’ve traveled extensively for 40 years. In almost every style there is. Been pampered in first class: I remember a time in Bangkok where they put me up in the Grand Orient Hotel on the river and I was...
Here is what I learned from 40 years of traveling: Of the two modes, it is far better to have more time than money.
When you have abundant time you can get closer to core of a place. You can hang around and see what really happens. You can meet a wider variety of people. You can slow down until the hour that the secret vault is opened. You have enough time to learn some new words, to understand what the real prices are, to wait out the weather, to get to that place that takes a week in a jeep.
Money is an attempt to buy time, but it rarely is able to buy any of the above. When we don’t have time we use money to try to get us to the secret door on time, or we use it avoid needing to know the real prices, or we use money to have someone explain to us what is really going on. Money can get us close, but not all the way.
238/365: Working from the park like a pro.
237/365: Rear window, August.
236/365: Bye bye British Isles. We had a fantastic time!
Yesterday we made the journey from London all the way back to Düsseldorf.
235/365: Checking out some originals at Tate Modern.
Snowdon panorama.
Rockin’ worker.