Sunday 25 January 2009
Lovingly created - You and I
What a great rememinder that the God who created all this marvellous splendour also created you and me. What a thought!
You are special and loved with an everlasting love!
Enjoy
Thursday 8 January 2009
Christmas Eve – Reflecting on magical memories of family Christmas in Germany
(Originally posted on December 24th, 2008)
The Christmas season was one of my most memorable and special times of my childhood. Here, in my memoire blog I am reliving those treasured moments with sincere gratitude to my late parents, and offer these memories as an inspiration and legacy to my own children.
Long before the first of December the excitement grew.
For starters, it meant going out for long walks with my dad into the woods and nearby forests.
My father, who was a scientist, a phytopathologist, specialising in plant diseases, usually was far too busy with his work to play with his little daughter. However, when it came to walks and plants, he could indulge in his botanical passion at the same time. It’s funny how he somehow never knew the ‘real’ names of flowers, only their botanical Latin names.
Anyway, prior to December, we had strolled around in the crisp air of the autumnal forests to pick mushrooms and fungi. We’d go off the beaten trail kicking around the brown mushy leaves releasing this deliciously pungent musty aroma mingled with the promising scent of the hidden away mushrooms. When I excitedly found some, he would come over to expect my find, crouched down, picked one and then explained to me why that particular one was either an edible or a poisonous fungus mushroom.
Back home, he’d spread out the contents of our baskets onto newspaper, and then get his relevant books with pictures to make sure his little daughter would understand the importance of what an edible mushroom looks like. (Unfortunately this little education did not stay in lasting memory). Meanwhile, my mother busied herself heating some butter to sauté the delicious morsels.
December and Advent had arrived. The entire home changed into a cosy atmosphere of sacred expectation. My mother had procured two large advent wreaths. One hung with their large red ribbons and red candles from the central light chandelier in the hallway, the other one was on our dining table, over a lovely Christmassy cloth. Delightful fresh pine scent wafted through the rooms, heralding the soon to come big festivities.
There are four Advent Sundays before Christmas, and on each of those Sundays the three of us, my mother, father and I, would gather around the table in the evening. The lights were dimmed, the number of candles depending on the Sunday in Advent lit. My father would get out his guitar and then we would all sing pre Christmas Advent carols, whilst also munching on home baked Christmas cookies. It was a time when my parents talked about their childhood Christmas experiences, and more importantly instilled in me the reason behind Christmas, the birth of our Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Throughout the Advent, Pre-Christmas time I had a miniature stable manger. When I had been a good girl I could earn some soft straw 
pieces to make the manger softer and nicer for the Christ Child, das Christkind. At church they had a big nativity scene, and I loved all those figurines, especially the sheep and the donkey. Right there at that nativity scene was a big box where money and other goodies could be left for poor children and orphans. This is where my earned straw came into focus: every straw could be exchanged to money, or something else, to give to orphan children. I was very eager to earn as much straw as possible, because then other little children would be happy; after all my mother had explained to me that when we make poor people happy that meant that we make Jesus happy.
The Advent time was full of activities. Of course I had an Advent calendar and I eagerly opened a new window every morning … another day closer to Christmas.
The night from the 5th to the 6th of December was St. Nicholas night. This precious saint was the original Santa Claus. St. Nicholas would come passed by the windows or doors and leave little presents and goodies during the night, provided some clean shoes were left out for each person in the family to be filled. This was probably the only time in the year that I eagerly cleaned, polished and shined not only my shoes, but also those of my parents … after all, Saint Nicholas should fill their shoes too.
When I was a little older I was allowed to go to a St. Nicholas evening. Then, St. Nicholas and his faithful helper, Servant Ruprecht, would arrive. Ruprecht would carry a large sack or basket full of wonderful present, but also a stick for naughty children (which of course he never used, only threatened with).
Depending on how the St. Nicholas evening was arranged, usually in a larger group, each child did a little presentation, such as a poem, or a little song. Then, St. Nicholas would get out his big golden book and read out all the good and naughty things committed during the year (what fun when parents were also called out by St. Nicholas and dads were told that they were not diligent in helping mums taking the rubbish (trash) out!!). After that everyone got a little present.
I guess, part of my mother’s attempt to get a very excited little girl busy and out of her feet, was to get me to write a beautiful letter to the ‘Christkind’ with all the presents I wanted. Then the ‘Christkind’ could chose from that list …..
During Advent, my mother and I were very busy baking delicious Christmas cookies and of course the famous German ‘Stolen’ (my recipe is here).
Part of the Christmas preparations were my dad taking me out for our long walks in the forest. This time we collected decorative fir tree twigs, colourful little branches with berries or wild rosehip, interesting looking bark, interesting shaped little rocks, large patches of green moss, and other finds.
My mother was in charge decorating the place with the twigs and branches, whilst my dad and I went to work on the crafting a cave type stable to house the nativity scene. With glue, nails and other material we put together a little ‘house’ … the bark became a roof, the moss hanging over it, and so forth.
Another part of the advent fun was being busy with lots of arts and craft, such as making lanterns with shiny metallic papers, or straw stars to be hung as ornaments on the Christmas tree.
We also went to those wonderful Christmas markets as described in one of my earlier blogs.
To me, as a child, the most magical happened around the Christmas room. Actually, it was my father’s large study which was locked off throughout the entire Advent time, and truly mysterious things happened there.
The Christmas season probably carries the most memorable joyful childhood memories to me. My dad, as mentioned earlier, was way too busy normally, but somehow he lovingly cooperated with my mother during that time. (I wish I could have given my own children the same kind of special and magical Christmas, however, marrying a man from a culture different to my own, and who was not on the same wavelength spiritually, nor with firmly embedded in Biblical values, made things difficult to reproduce. Well, maybe my memoire blogs might inspire my children to integrate ideas into their own special Christmas traditions with the grandchildren.)
Anyway, back to the Christmas room. Both of my parents sneaked in and out of that room without me ever noticing it. They laid a decoy bell with a long string which rang in a different room. Apparently, every time when the bell rang, an angel had passed by. I was forever trying to catch that angel. Meanwhile, stuff disappeared from in front of the locked door to my dad’s study. Well, the stuff I am talking about were my toys, such as my dolls, teddy bears, etc. I virtually lived in front of that locked door just to catch that angel, or ran to the bell.
I was vexed to see that my dolls and teddy bears were allowed to get into the Christmas room, one by one, but I was not!
Finally, we came to Christmas Eve, which in German is ‘Heiliger Abend’ (Hallowed Eve – Night). In Germany the main Christmas event is Cristmas Eve and not Christmas Day, meaning all the presents are opened on Christmas Eve.
By then my excitement had become unbearable (my poor parents!). Whilst my mother busied herself with the Christmas Eve dinner, my dad was relegated to keep me entertained. Sitting in front of that locked door, of course, we would then play board games which my dad graciously allowed me to win.
There were times when I would not budge from that door, and my parents had that ‘horrible’ idea to go for a walk in the snowy wintery evening before the dinner …. and the door opening. Oddly enough, they were right. Once outside with the bright moonlight illuminating the glistening white covering on the trees and the crunching sound of the snow under our feet, I momentarily forgot about that locked door.
Then finally came the dinner. I was trying to chew my food and not choke on it with all the excitement, knowing that any moment I would hear that bell again, and an angel would have come to open that door.
There, then, was the bell! I bolted out of my chair towards the Christmas room. The door was open! A huge tree glowing with loads 
of real candles lightening up the otherwise dark room. I stood there in awe, spell bound, as I neared the golden glow of the silently flickering candles with their light catching in the glistening Christmas decoration. I finally peeled my eyes off the magnificent tree, looking around in the dark but candle lit room. There were all my dolls and teddy bears in their newly knitted and crochet garments sitting around boxes wrapped in delightful paper and ribbons.
As I was turning to open those presents, I was gently and firmly put into a chair. First things first before any opening of any presents! My father took out his Bible and began to read from the Book of Luke, the writings about the very first Christmas, Jesus’ birth. We all joined him in prayer and thanked God for all His goodness and all that He provided.
My father picked up his guitar and led us into worshipful Christmas carols. To God be the glory and thanksgiving, first, to declare His love and majesty!
Nature’s inspiration
(Originally posted on December 4th, 2008)
When stuff around you gets too much and overwhelm you, just click on the link inside this post and enjoy some relaxing reflections.
“What is the worth of sparrows? Yet not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without God, your Heavenly Father, knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29-31)
Daily we’re surrounded by ever increasing negativity, distressing news of doom and gloom.
It’s good to stop and refocus once in a while and see that in all this whatever is going on in our lives we’re surrounded by beauty.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said:
“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful. Welcome it in every face, in every sky, in every flower.”
Step away from the constant economic updates, the quarterly numbers or your inbox, and take a few minutes to watch this beautiful movie called Nature’s Inspiration
Then, pass it along to family and friends so they too can get a refreshing dose of inspiration!
Oil & Vinegar - the culinary gift shop
(Originally posted on December 3rd, 2008)
About a month ago I discovered a small shop tucked away in our local shopping centre. It was one of those moments where I was irresistabley drawn into that Aladin’s cave of spices, herbs, olive oils and vinegars.
I’m a foody, but probably would fail every single cook competition as I am very heavy handed with strong flavours. I am passionate about strong, vibrant flavours.
The motto of the shop is “Pasionate about taste” and of course it is “Oil & Vinegar” http://www.oilvinegar.com/
Today, I decided to have a good snoop around in that place. They have franchises all over the world, so there might be one near you.
A little warning, though, they are quite expensive, so no wonder they call themselves a ‘culinary gift shop’.
I sneaked a few photos onto my camera, as they were not too keen with me taking pictures inside the shop.
There are various taster areas with loads of little dishes to dip in the provided mini bruschetta sticks and sample the delightful mixes.
I was drawn to the dip mixes, actually called “Dipper”. They are ready made dehydrated herb and spice mixes. All one needs to do is add a little olive oil, or crème fraise to infuse the herbs to make a fabulous dip … or meat marinade.
Well, if one does decide to buy any of the delectable goodies there, they even gift wrap it.
They sell various shapes and sizes of empty glass bottles which then can be filled over and over with any of their oils and vinegars (there are some very strange vinegars, but curiously enough, they taste delicious).
I think, I shall be back at some point and invest in some glass bottles for fills and re-fills …
Well, I did not test-taste their chocolates (probably because I had my mouth full of herbs and garlic), but I noticed that they have some hand made chocolates with large dried chillies in and on them. Hhmmm, next time!
P.S. unfortunately this lovely shop does not exist on that location any longer.
Cold winter nights, hot chocolate with chillies, working on bed …
(Originally posted on December 1st, 2008)
Believe it or not, I am not working in my office, but on my bed. Nothing wrong, just, it’s cold outside and I fancied a cozy environment with a nice cup of hot chocolate.
One of the challenges I face is working long and irregular hours, as part of my ministry spans globally via the Internet, working on sensitive and highly confidential issues on a one-to-one basis.
So, here I am, on my bed with my laptop and books …. and ready to take the next call to minister.
Anyway, as you can see, the picture above shows a lovely hot chocolate on a tray on my bed. It has in it crushed roasted cocoa beans, crushed dried chillies, and of course cocoa powder. It leaves a delicious hot tingling on the tongue … certainly the tastebuds are having a party!
Oh, of course, my two Chocolate Point Siamese, Truffle ad Praline, joined me here as well …. now, why did I put on those pink socks?? I guess it was a good idea at the time ….
Time for the Christmas decoration in my home
(Originally posted on November 28th, 2008)
I live in a small apartment in London, so there is no space for grand Christmas decorations, but enough to make it cozy and inviting.
So, here are some pics of my decorating endeavours.
First of all, here is a little reminder why Christmas is special to me: the birth of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Sure, we know that He was not born on December 25; but that’s ok, as I see the celebrations as a thanksgiving memorial that God Almighty actually was born as a little human being some 2000+ years ago, so that He would be in a position to redeem us from spiritual death and eternal seperation from God.
Eventhough it’s just a little wood carved nativity scene, at least I like to visually give honour here.
Then, there is the dining table. When I was a kid, my family celebrated the Advent time before Christmas. That was always very special to me. In the evenings, my mother would light the candles, my father would get his guitar out, and we sat around the table singing inbetween munching those delicious German home-made Christmas cookies.
No traditional German home, I mean South German home like in the areas of Nürnberg or Bavaria (my maternal folks background) is without a light pyramid. Some are simple and others are very elaborate and large. The heat of the candle light moves the inside of the pyramid like a carousel. Anyways, this is mine.
Well, here are some more pics of my Christmas decorations …
Walking the imaginary dog
(Originally posted on November 26th, 2008)
Looking at the picture of me holding our boxer dog, Tosca (she is no longer with us), reminds me of the joys and happy days we had with her, but also that I did not enjoy walking her. It was a case of no one really wanted to get out and walk her. So, it became mum’s job, which was particularly unpopular during cold and unpleasant weather.
Today is one of those days, cold, grey, rainy, dismal and the last thing I want to do is go out for my daily walk in the park. So I embark my duty exercise walk with my imaginary dog.
Actually it’s really not that bad at all as I walk with headphones firmly plugged in, listening to one of my favourite preachers, Bill Johnson, dressed warmly, and away I go.
I decided to take my camera with me, just to focus me on how pretty the park is despite the grey cold weather. Believe it or not, it was around midday when I walked and took the pictures.
There are all sorts of pretty features in that park, such as a pergola (or whatever you call this lovely seating area) which is very inviting on a warm and sunny day.
Then there is a small bird sanctuary. Poor little things probably were cold, too.
And then, well, there is the Café in the Park.
Deserted outside, but quite a few park walkers warmed themselves inside over a hot cup of something. Hmmm I did not succumb, but bravely soldiered on. One day, though, I just might …..
The Spirit of Christmas Fair in London and Reminiscing on German Christmas Markets (especially the Nürnberger Christkindlmarkt)
(Originally posted on Novemver 8th, 2008)
ust about every year I feel November is a bit too early to think about Christmas (except last year when I had my home decorated in November!!).
ust about every year I feel November is a bit too early to think about Christmas (except last year when I had my home decorated in November!!).
Today, my daughter invited me to a Christmas Fair in London. We both revel in sumptuous festive decorations, so it seemed that going to the ‘Spirit of Christmas Fair’ at ‘Olympia’ would be a brilliant outing for both of us.
I must say that I was a bit disappointed with what I saw. Sure, I was under no illusion that it would not be anything like my native country Germany, where I was used to having an ordinary department store, like Karstadt, brimming with different themes or colour arrangements for various decorations. However, the London fair was woefully amiss of such festive splendour and inspirations.
I managed to find a handful of smaller stalls that had a Christmassy theme:
The rest was like going to a high street department store enticing people to buy Christmas presents, well, goods available all year round as potential presents for Christmas.
One stall actually was promoting German decorations, traditional handcrafted wood ornaments from the Erzgebirge
Of course this made me reminisce on especially the South German Christmas traditions, such as the Nürnberg Christkindlesmarkt. (Nürnberg has family history for me, such as my mother was born there).
The Nürnberger Christkindlesmarkt (28. November to 24. December) is rather special. It’s a very traditional, centuries old street market with traditional, almost old fashioned goodies. Walking around the cold wintery air, clutching a cup of hot spicy aromatic red wine, Gühwein, deliciously accosted by wafts of freshly roasted sugar and butter almonds, sizzling sausages from the many bratwurst stalls, and Lebkuchen and Christstollen beckoning, the atmosphere is filled with hustling, bustling shoppers, friends mingling around, children eager to go on the various fair rides, traditional Christmas carols being piped through loudspeakers, even in the surrounding streets.
Ahh, and of course the many Christmas decoration stalls bursting with their delightful ware.
Below I post some impressions of the Nürnberg Christkindlesmarkt.
Time to breathe, behold and connect
(Originally posted on September 20th 2008)
In the rush of everyday life, especially living in a busy fast-paced town like London England, it is nice to take a breather from it all, at times.
The day was beautiful, a warm, sunny autumnal September day. The location of the workshop was a quaint old house in a fine residential area in London with a near-by delightful park, were we had a lovely picnic spread out on the grass.
I always love it when people arrive in the morning of such workshops, some with trepidation, some with excitement, others with an attitude of ‘ok let’s see what they have to offer to me’. People start mingling around; holding onto their cups of coffee or tea, staring at each other’s stuck-on name tags, making polite conversation.
As the day progresses, barriers start to fall, and by the end of the day, everyone is eager to exchange email addresses and phone numbers.
It’s all about being in a space where everyone is invited to share a little bit about their own life, stopping for a moment in one’s hectic life, and actually behold another human being with their unique facets of wonder inside of them.
I enjoyed this workshop as it is very much in line with my own work and ministry: inStrengths Ministries – Journey of Intimacy.
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More about Angelika
I’m a proud mother, curious about the natural supernatural life, eager to learn, and positively impact my world around me.
What other attributes can I think of about myself? Hhmmm …. well, I’m: Passionate Spiritual Real Creative Sensual Curious Reflective Imaginative Adventurous Gracious Emotional Tactile Intuitive Inspirational Nurturing Celebrating the Best in People Maximising their Strengths ….. looking and searching for reasons to smile even in the worst situations …. I’m also a ferverent beauty and glory seeker, attracted to harmony, light, love and intimacy …. and I’m crazy about Siamese cats, currently own two beautiful Chocolate Points.
Oohh … one other thing … As you may have gathered from my name, I am German – and if you’d be speaking with me, I’d probably have already corrected your pronunciation of my name. Hehehe!!
(more like ‘Ungelika’ or ‘ahn-GE-lee-kah’)
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Some 16 Random Tid-Bits About Me
1. I am German (born, raised and went to University there), currently live in London, UK. Lived for 7 years in Hong Kong (my daughter was born there). I am ready to live elsewhere, again. Like my son who lives in Australia, I am a traveller, sojourner, and a bit of a ‘nomad’ on this globe.
2. I can’t stand cold climates and cold grey weather (God help me, I live in the UK!). I love warm sunny, bright and humid (yes!!) climates. Anywhere where tropical orchids thrive, there I thrive, too.
3. Even though I am German, I have by far more Spanish relatives. I have an amazing amount of cousins, aunts and uncles living in Spain …. but to their consternation, I do not speak Spanish.
4. I am an outgoing, extrovert, gregarious people person, but at the same time can be very private and hermit like. A nice comfy hut at the edge of beach of a tropical island with just God, my Bible and some favourite books, will be just fine.
5. I am crazy about Siamese cats. I currently own two beautiful Chocolate Points, which I adopted from a Siamese rescue shelter. Previously I had two Blue Points from an excellent breeder. YAY! For good home breeders, it does make a big difference!
6. I also like dogs. I used to own two Cocker Spaniels, one Belgium Shepherd (coat colouring is different to German Shepherds), a little mongrel, and a Boxer. My problem with dogs is that I do not like taking them for walks on a must-do, day-to-day, regular bases. When I lived in The Hague, Holland, I did enjoy hours of walk on the long stretches of beach with my Shepherd.
7. I used to play the flute, loved jamming with jazz cats some 30+ years ago. I know I need to get back to playing, and taking singing lessons, but it takes too much time right now I don’t have. I just trust the Lord for that part of the assignment.
8. I used to be a dancer, enjoyed jazz ballet, ballroom, and dancing on stage as a solo dancer with rock bands (yes, had a wild past LOL). I am working on getting out of the ‘used-to’ mind-set, lose weight and start dancing again. I’d love to learn Tango Argentine properly.
9. I’d love to learn to paint with oils and pastels. (I have done pastels work before). Oh YAY! For tranquil time to let my artistic juices flow! Yes, Lord, please!
10. I am passionate about strong culinary flavours, fresh herbs, quality exotic spices, freshly caught fish, just picked vegetables and exotic fruit that were allowed to ripen on location and not on airplanes and packing halls.
11. I’m big time into essential oils and also perfumes. My all time favourite is Jean Patou ‘Joy’.
12. My ultimate dream car comes out of the Aston Martin stable. Every time I pass by or drive behind a DB 9 … I just droooool!
13. I grew up in a wine area with vineyards literally surrounding the house and the River Rhein (Rhine) below one of the vineyards. I have come to enjoy fine wines from all over the world. In my opinion, fine wines should not be drunk as a beverage, but sipped the connoisseur way as a delectable delicacy.
14. I love hot, passionate summer nights with good food, wine, music, dance, laughter … somewhere at a lively place at a shore in a hot climate with good company.
15. I love quality chocolate, especially high % cocoa dark hand-made chocolate. I can’t stand Cadbury’s – it must be one of the nastiest chocolates around.
16. I love conversing and hanging out with people who are well travelled, educated, passionate, curious and fascinated about life and different cultures; people who are attracted to beauty and joy, sensuality, warmth and inner strength; people who are essentially optimists; explorers of intimate spirituality – loving intimacy with God as their number one in life; dreamers and visionaries; people who have a sense of fun, playfulness; people who find reasons to smile even in the worst situations.
In a different Blog Request describing 6 things about me that you might not know, it grew to a rather lengthy:6 Areas about me
(1) A little photo bio I was born in Hannover, Germany a long, long, long time ago. (no pictures here LOL). Then grew up both at the River Rhein (or Rhine in English .... that part which features in most tourist brochures), and in Wiesbaden.
Here's a small pic from the River Rhine (by the way, click on the pics to enlarge them to their original size, although, this particular one is tiny). Anyway, there are vinayards everywhere, some of them on really steep slopes.
The small boats cruising along, such a fun thins to do on a nice warm summer day.
This is the street side of the house I grew up in. 
.... and that's the same house from the river view. Yes, it was surrounded by vinyards and then the river Rhine. An incredible view, especially in the summer, not so great during the colder murky months, as it was situated right between two villages, and one really neded a car to get to Wiesbaden where our family house was, and where we moved in later.
This is the "Kochbrunnen" in Wiesbaden. (Koch=boiling, Brunnen=Fountain) . Wiesbaden is a spa town and international heart and internal medicine congress centre. There is also a magnificent Theatre and opera house, plus a casino.
Our family house in Wiesbaden ....
..... and this is my mother on the far left entertaining guests in the garden.
Here's a little photo of the University in Mainz (Johannes Gutenberg .... but my passion, even then, was psychology. So, I have to add a pic of the psych department where I unofficially spent a lot of time there studying (well I was enroled in an English literature course, after all .....)
This is the University of Westminster in London, England, where I much later at around 50 (!!) completed two degrees (including a masters degree) in psychology ... this time officially
Well, to continue my little picture bio, here is a place in this world I totally fell in love with: Hong Kong
It was home to us for seven beautiful years. My lovely daughter was born there, and I also 'happened' to pioneer and pastor a small multi-national church there, plus had the awesome privilege to befriend the dynamic Jackie Pullinger who did some extraordinary work with the homeless and drug addicts there, especially in the 'Walled City', which does not exist any more.
There are many warm memories (literally LOL) of the countless times I used to cross the harbour on the 'Star Ferry'
and here is my daughter, C, then, waiting in front of the building ready to go to her Nursery school. Here she is with her brother, T, ready to leave for school, the German Swiss International School.
Yes, I miss Hong Kong. Some amazing memories keep me smiling!
Well, then we went back to the UK, extremely reluctantly and with great sadness.
Still, I thank God, because He has been good to us here, too.
here's an unusual view from the river Thames in London,
and another one ....
followed by a splendid walk along the river. Yes, you guesed right, I love water, be it the rivers in the world, lakes, harbours, or sea shores and beaches.Where do I go from here? I am planning, hoping, and believing God to relocate to Sydney, Australia. A big move again, a step of faith, as I have absolutely no clue how on earth it will work out for me to get there, but God knows and He is in control. YAY!
(2) My special Kids So far, I have three awesome and amazing 'kids' who are crazily loved!! My son, T, and my two daughters. Daughter, C, and new daughter, R, which my son gave me when he married this gorgeous young lady.
Here's daughter C not feeling particularly warm borrowing boyfriend's jacket.
(3) Beloved Fur Kids the home zoo. Well, considering all the pets we've had over the years, you'd call it a zoo, form various hamsters, a variety of guinea pigs, rabbits, numerous terrapins, lizards, canaries, dogs and of course the cats. So here are just a few pics of those fur kids still with us and those who have 'crossed the rainbow bridge'.
T with a parrot, and, No! we did not own the parrot, although T would have liked to have had.
The by then elderly Chiang Mai, Phuket's sister
Tosca, the boxer, must not be forgotten!!!
We're meditating, ya know!
(4) What I really enjoy ... well some of the many things LOL
I have run out of time and will complete the remainder soon ;-)
Having grown up in a wine growing country, I really appreciate a good fine glass. I believe good wine needs to be savoured sip by sip as a delicacy and never guzzled down!
Rüdesheim
(5) What I would Love to do ... dreaming
(6) My mission and passion, well my life assignment, really
Joyfully,
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