20 Years

What are 20 years? 7305 Days, or 240 months. When you are 20 years old, it is all you know those year are childhood, teenage years and the beginning of adulthood. When you are 40 it is half your life, when you are 60 it’s a third, and when you are 80, then 20 years … Continue reading 20 Years →

Learning from a Saint

In the early hours of Saturday the 17th of March 2001, my family and I drove to Staten Island in New York to then take the Staten Island Ferry to Manhattan. This is a great way of accessing New York City, especially if you do not want to take your car into the city. Greeted … Continue reading Learning from a Saint →

Remembering New York

In certain ways New York is like Paris. Both cities make people dream. We want to visit and discover them. I discovered New York for the first time in 2000, we had been living in the US for a month and accompanied my uncle and his wife on their honeymoon trip to New York (they spend … Continue reading Remembering New York →

4th of July 2003 ~ a memory

Our teachers at school underlined how lucky we were, as at least when it came to American history, we didn't have a hard time imagining the places mentioned in the books, we knew them!

Y is for Yawn – A to Z Challenge 2015

"Yawning is contagious, others will automatically join in", this might not be the exact quote, but I remember reading about yawning with my ESL (English as a second language) teacher in middle school. She always made me read strange texts to provide me with diverse vocabulary. I recall a few of them. One day we … Continue reading Y is for Yawn – A to Z Challenge 2015 →

H is for Home – A to Z Challenge April 2015

My first year living in the U.S. we read a book in school entitled "Homesick". I just remember that it was about a girl who spend a lot of her childhood in China, she was always longing to go home to her country of origin, we thought that she was homesick for her country of origin, but … Continue reading H is for Home – A to Z Challenge April 2015 →

Growing Pains

I just could not do it again. The ridiculously short jump, seen my long legs, put me into great pain. I tried to neither show my pain, nor my great embarrassment. Just before I had been so sure to make it into the long-jumping squad. What was happening to me? It was the beginning of … Continue reading Growing Pains →