A completely incompetent observation on style

One thing I observed while being in Spain is that Spanish women are so absolutely elegant. I can’t say I’ve travelled Spain far and wide, but I’ve seen it wherever I’ve been, Malaga, Barcelona and now in Coruña, and it just stuck with me. I also can’t exactly say I’m an expert, but to me it seems to be the attitude. A certain nonchalance and airiness. And I wish I could ever look as effortlessly graceful as the young woman I saw in one of the narrow streets of Coruña, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

I’ve seen it in some Italian women too, elegance and sophistication. “Beh, I’ve just put on what I had on hand…” But the Italian women do love a bit of sparkle and wear those glitter applications on tops, hats and shoes with pride. Oh, and some high heels of course.
But again, it’s that style. Noting too fashionable or tight. Just the right bit of daring. After all, it always seems to be so very tasteful.

According to me the British ladies on the other hand seem to compensate what they lack in style with fashion. No belly button will ever be hidden, if fashion dictates otherwise. And what about the Austrians? Well, ask my sister! 😉

There you go, that’s my completely unasked two cents worth on fashion and style.

XX, Angie

¡Encantada, Galicia!

After my really long holidays back home I didn’t go straight back to Rome. Gonzo came from Kuwait and we met in his hometown, La Coruña.

I was so happy to finally get to know “his” city. After all, I’ve only heard about it and he showed me pictures, of course, but seeing it in real life was quite impressive too. Since we’re together, Gonzo has been to Austria a couple of times, but I’ve never been to Spain with him – and it made me even more excited!

I finally got to see where he grew up, I finally was able to fill all the stories he told me with images and place. I discovered that he can hear the ocean from his bedroom window.

La Coruña is beautiful – I fell in love! We spent a couple of days there and Gonzo showed me around the lovely, intricate, little city, knowing it like the back of his hand. We had tortilla and tapas and churros and sweets with angel’s hair. We went to the Celtic museum  and I took a lot of touristy pictures. We had sunshine and classic Galician rain (“like it mostly is”). One day we even went to Santiago where Gonzo showed me where he used to live as a student and told me many stories. And I finally got to see the famous Hercules Tower. 🙂

It was only a short stay, but enough to make me fall for it. The stone houses and narrow streets remind me of Edinburgh, and the Students in Santiago made me think of Salzburg. But then again, it’s something completely different all together; theres the ocean and the beach and the little verandas to keep the houses warm and cortado and lovely people  and it makes me want to come back soon.

XX, Angie

San Juan bonfire in Hounslow East

One of the perks of working in a multi-lingual translation company is definitely getting to know customs of many different cultures and countries – and making friends and learning swearwords in a lot of different languages! 😉

SJCollage.jpgAnd I learned recently that a Spanish tradition to celebrate midsummer is to light bonfires – preferably on the beach, but if you don’t have any, a terrace is perfectly fine – in the night of San Juan (Saint John).
Being a bit liberal with the tradition, Diego moved the celebration from the 23rd of June (which was a Thursday) to the 24th (a Friday, obvs. 😉 ) and invited us all to his house for a big barbecue.
After a massive dinner, the guys moved the grill aside and strategically started to build a little bonfire on the terrace.
I was explained that you have to prepare two little papers to throw into the fire: one with your wishes for the year to come and one with things you want to get rid of. After burning your papers you have to jump over the fire – to make the magic work.

I can only imagine, that it must be quite an enchanting sight to see a beach in Spain full of huge bonfires and people celebrating the beginning of summer – but in the meantime a small fire and a bunch of friends in Hounslow East are a very good substitute!

XX, Angie


Summer 2015 stop #3: Spain

So right after my 12-hour-stay in Milano (but basically straight out of CdM) I made my way to Spain.

First stop: Malaga/Isa

Mainly due to the fact that Isa was actually busy organizing her move to the UK (!!!) while I kind of uninvitedly crashed over and also because I’ve been to this lovely and orange city before, my stay here mostly consisted of ice cream (very lovely on top of the hill, in the middle of the night, with very nice acquaintances); a little dash of hipster-ism (speaking smoothies at the Ultimo Mono and an Obey exhibition); some moral support for various office-runs, hair-cutting-appointments and good-bye parties; pizza, beer, sunshine and – you guessed it – battery-recharging after CinemadaMare. (And may I at this point just briefly draw your attention to the fact that until now this is only the second sentence in the paragraph? You should hear me speak in real life! 😛 )
Although CdM is an absolutely amazing, brilliant and wonderful experience, it is actually quite exhausting. So I don’t lie if I count my stay in Malaga as my actual summer holiday. In the sense of unwind, relax, do nothing, eat and swim. And I did that very well!


Second stop: Barcelona/Ivet

Well, this stop was a little different. As I’ve never been to beautiful Barcelona before, Ivet and me equally distributed our time between her sofa (gossiping exchanging social information), various cute cafés (for merienda: café cortado and sweets) or cool bars (for cana y tapa) and walking trough the colourful city. With Ivet taking her role as tourist guide very serious, we managed to see all the major sights of the city in no less than three days!
Out of everything we saw and did – Placa Catalunya, el Gotic (cathedral), La Rambla (shopping street), Barceloneta (the port), proper tapas dinner, Placa Espana, Museo Nacional de Catalunya, Ciutat Vella (old city), pinxos y cerveza Moritz, Parc de Ciutadellla (so beautiful!), Arc de Triumph., Sagrada Familia and Park Güell – the Sagrada Familia is probably my favorite. I know that’s quite cliché, but it was just overwhelming! I’ve never seen a more colourful and yet pure place!
And what can I say? I’m in love! Barcelona is so colourful and vibrant! Full of positive energy and still very peaceful.

Here, have some of the colours:



I can’t wait to come back here with my sister one day!  I am sure, she’ll love it! 🙂

muchos besitos a todos, Angie