Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I have seen the wrapped trees at the Fondation Beyeler in 1997/98. And the Gates in Central Park in 2005. Of course I had to stop by Oberhausen to visit Christo and Jeanne-Claude's Big Air Package in the Gasometer. The wrapped trees and the gates made something with you. They made you instantly happy. Especially the gates. What a pleasure it was to walk through Central Park, watching the bright orange fabric move with the wind, sometimes dancing simultaneously. The way they filtered the sunbeams. You could also tell by looking at people's faces. It was very difficult not to smile.
The Big Air Package is also impresssive. But, it didn't really do anything special to me. People didn't really seem affected by it and where busy commenting about the size, the monumental character of the piece. And it was cold. Freezing. So make sure to bring your winter coat.
If you are close by, visit, if not, save your money for a trip to Christo and Jeanne-Claude's next big project: a pyramid made of barrels in the desert.
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Big Air Package by Christo and Jeanne-Claude
Friday, March 15, 2013
I admit I was more than skeptical about Mallorca. First, there is its reputation of being the housewife-holiday island of Germans ("Hausfraueninsel"). Second, the weather forecast was not to my liking, to put it politely, when I checked the weather almost compulsively the weeks before my vacation. And it did start out bad since people on the plane were applauding after the landing. I shit you not. There are only two occasions when people clap after landing: a) you are on a charter plane, b) you just survived an almost plane crash and the captain really is a hero. I don't know what is worse (actually, I do). Need I say I hate people applauding on a plane?
BUT. When I have lunch in Artà, and get served a plate that looks like this, then that one meal is enough to make up for an extremely grey Berlin winter.
The colors so vibrant, the taste so plain ( in a good way) and balanced it makes you happy inside out.
Artà seems to have a lot of nice restaurants on offer, and the one I picked truly was the right choice.
Carre Ciutat 18
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I think I would hate Mallorca in peak season. As early march however seems to be the off-season of the off-season, I start to quite like it. The three best things about it are:
1. No matter where you are on the island within no more than 1 hour, you will be at the ocean.
2. No matter where you are on the island within no more than 1 hour, you will be at the ocean.
3. No matter where you are on the island within no more than 1 hour, you will be at the ocean.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
No food just stormy oceans and an olive tree. Did you know some olive trees are more than 500 years old? C to the r to the a to the z to the y!
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Wonder how many beautiful post-halestorm skies this old olive tree has already seen in its life?
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Predictable should be my middle name. Of course I am touring the local farmers markets and market halls. Of course I am buying picnic ingredients there. Of course I drive to a closeby beach to enjoy my picnic, followed by a nap in the sun. Boring? Maybe. But at least I am not the typical German sitting in one of the townsquare's many cafes, ordering a cappucino in German with a (enter your German dialect nightmare here) coloration. Saying Quiero un/a (insert your favorite way of coffee here) is not that difficult. If you managed to book a flight to Mallorca, you should be intelligent enough to freaking order in Spanish.
Tuesdays are market days in Alcúdia.
There is a Rothko in every pile of fruit crates. It's up to you to see it.
Picnic- this way please.
Impressions from Alcúdia, observed with an alert eye.
The picnic of the day: one empanada con pollo, a juicy orange from the island, tomatos, lunch dates (haha) and salted pistachios. Complimentary sand.
Cap de Formentor /// yellow lichen
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