Odenwald Hike: Hollersee In The Mist

Everyone complains about the rain. I’d say there is beauty and color in every kind of weather. Or as my grandma said: There is no bad weather, just bad clothes.

Christmas Food Fun

We had pea & mint soup, salmon filled with artichoke hearts, lemons and almonds, beetroot chips and a fig mascarpone casserole. Pavlov wore his best fly to get something from the table.

The next day we prepared the classics with a little twist: bread dumplings, sauerkraut and a duck with cherry glaze.

Above: Hilda Wacker geb Mühlig, Joseph Löhr Mitte: Paula Wacker, Lina Wacker Wacker geb. Löhr, Hans Wacker, Alois Wacker, Hannelore Wacker Unten: Renate, Hilde, Maria

A Journey Into Memory

Today, eight years ago, my Dad died. Since some years, my Mum and I take the day off and do something nice and meaningful together. We decided, to visit the village where my Mum grew up and where I spend a lot of weekends and holidays of my childhood.

My Great Great Grandpa once build a fabulous house there in the Badgasse in Berolzheim, Baden Württemberg. Nothing huge and pompous, but three floors made of red sandstone, hard work, laughter and love. It stood there for two World Wars and was always full of children and adults. My Grandpa died in 1986 and since then my Grandma was the last person living there. In 2008 – she was already 90 years old – she still heated her rooms with a wooden stove in the kitchen. But the house risked to collapse and so my Grandma moved to an assisted living home. All the daughters already lived somewhere else and so the house was sold to a neighbor who demolished the dilapidated building and put up a garage instead.
My Grandma died in 2014 at 95.

Those are some pictures from the 50s to the 80s showing members of the family on the steps in front of the house.

I haven’t been to Berolzheim since more than 12 years because I didn’t feel I could bear the sight of the non existing house – the place of some of my dearest childhood memories – being replaced by a garage. But today I felt, I go seeing it. I frequently feel, that my attachment to “things” is quite tight compared to others and when I talk to my Mom, I know, that she feels just the same. It is – like if the things are gone – the memories are gone, too. I don’t want to attach myself to things. I wanted to feel, that those memories won’t be lost, just because the house has gone. And they aren’t.
Just yesterday I read the following: “Jeder Mensch sucht nach Halt. Dabei liegt der einzige Halt im Loslassen.” (Hape Kerkeling). I would translate it like that:


Everyone is looking for something to hold on to. But the only possibility to find something to hold on to, is to let go.

And in those times of change, there are things that will go and others that will come. And some old things have to go to make space for new things. And all of that is normal and good and maybe will even become much better than before. Who knows? Maybe it was a possibility for a good change in the life of someone?

I’m sad to see it gone. But is is still engraved in the corner of happy memories in my heart.

The place where the house once was and the village:

Berlin Day Hike: Golden Days On The Countryside

This was Corona Autumn 2021. I’m grateful for all the friends coming along for seeing us and take a walk through the forest together. Please come again.

Sad Lights of Autumn In Our Garden

I’m so sad looking at those pictures. On the second and fifth you can see the huge trees on the neighbours estate. Well, they are all cut down now. 20 huge pine trees. Gone. On the other hand:
I really like the new neighbors. I’m just sad, that they don’t like trees.

Mushroom picking in the forest

Berlin Day Hike: Those Autumn Days Around The Castle Of Reichenow

A beautiful lake and a Fairytale-Phantasie-Castle – just enough to have a very nice autumnal hike. Pavlov went INTO a lake but he was shivering afterwards, so I decided that this would be the last time swimming until April next year for him. Poor Pavlov – always those parents decisions.

Berlin Day Hike: Golden Autumn Near Rehfelde

Those colors produced by autumn! I’m flashed at every change of season that everything changes completely and shows you the times and weather to come. Happy Autumn!

Berlin Day Hike: Excursion To Briesetal

Still one of my favorite hikes and this time I did it with my team from work. What a day! And what a cool bunch of people.

Italian Details

During our journey I collected some views which I found very typical of Italy. Please tell me what’s your favorite or which one you feel is quintessentially Italian.

Mountains On The Road

On our way back we drove through Switzerland and had some stunning views of the Alps.