Okay, this week’s photo post is gonna be a short one (it’s a very lazy Sunday today, as we had a birthday party from a dear friend which lasted until… well, very late). But I like the pictures because they remind me of a really good spring/summer-night I had in Vienna a couple of years ago.
It was end of May, which is a really good time in Vienna because it is already warm, you can spend time outside, the summer-feeling has reached the city but it’s not yet holiday season, so there is still a lot of people in town.
This is one post I’ve wanted to write weeks ago already. But I’ve been so busy with real life stuff that it skipped my mind. Luckily, I got reminded about it today when I read another article about it on an Austrian news site. And although I’ve loads of work to do this week and I’ve this one project coming up – about which I hope to be able to tell you by the end of the week, until then psssst! it’s a secret – I’ll write about it now.
It’s about the Life Ball 2013 – a huge charity charity event in Vienna for people with HIV or AIDS, organized by Gery Keszler and his team. The first Life Ball took place in 1993, so exactly 20 years ago. Back then it was a really small event – today it is the biggest charity event in Europe with HIV/AIDS background. It’s known internationally, the guests come from all over the world, united for one thing: fighting against AIDS. But – it’s not one of those boring charity events you might think of now, with people standing around, sipping drinks and eating canapés, waiting for a half-known show act and donating on their way out of the door. No. Not at all. It’s a party. A big, glamorous, amazing, day-and-night-and-day long, touching, inspiring, strong party. Continue reading
This week’s photo post goes to my brother and his great passion – surfing! And when I talk about surfing, I do not mean windsurfing but surfing waves 😉
When I think back to our childhood, I can not even remember a time when he didn’t surf (or talk/read/dream about it, as we do not really have ocean in Austria, so surfing is a bit tricky). He started off with one of those awful styrofoam bodyboards you buy for kids during summer-beach-holidays when we spent our summers in Spain. After some summers with those boards, he insisted on buying a real surfboard. I remember it being really hard to get one in Austria and then to transport it to Spain. However, once the board made it to Spain he basically didn’t come out of the water anymore 🙂 And then the whole surfing took its course… he turned out to be really good at it, without ever taking a surfing course. That happened only quite late and it ended up with becoming Austria’s youngest official Surf Instructor ever – not that I wanna brag with my brother but I think it’s pretty cool! Continue reading
As announced in yesterday’s post, I will make it up to you that I missed out on my photo blogpost last week – here comes a second one for this week 🙂
So far we had Stockholm and a little village in Austria. And as much as I love nature, I think in overall I’m more of a big city person. One of the best city trips I’ve ever made to Austria’s second largest city, Graz, with two friends I’ve know for basically all my life. We’re three girls and the times it is really all three of us meeting are very rare as we haven’t lived in the same city or area for years. But nevertheless we try from time to time to make it 😉
For a couple of years in a row, we therefore always gave us “activity birthday presents”, meaning that two of us invited the birthday girl for a special activity where all three had to participate. Dinner, theatre, girls night… Usually the activity happened months ago – mostly in connection with the birthday of the next of us three 🙂 Continue reading
How great is that – I started this blog-/photo-project only two weeks ago and already last week I forgot to make my weekly post. Self-discipline calling… or maybe rather me being forgetful?! Anyway, I’ll make it up to you this week, promise.
From Stockholm in post #1 we now go on to my home town in Austria. Continue reading