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I would like to define adventure.
An undertaking lined with assumed but untried, untested ability
of uncertain length and uncertain outcome.
Some blind daring is in there somewhere.
A big adventure for me was coming to Germany with neither money
nor language skills
to study Eurythmy.

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Another was a tour on Lothar's motor scooter from Bonn to the Hebridees.
Another was sending boxes with Lothar's sculptures
to Florida, Maine, North Carolina,
for galleries and museum exhibits.
Another was a round trip with Lothar from Florida, up to Canada
over to Oregon, down to San Diego, through Arizona and New Mexico,
Colorado, Texas, Louisiana and back to Florida
before moving to a little village in Germany where we have been since.

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Learning computer skills, and creating a website was an adventure.
And so frustrating
I nearly demolished a number of computers with a sledge hammer.
Eventually I decided to do a personal website which all of you
my dear friends have partaken of these past 2 years.
An undertaking lined with assumed but untried ability of uncertain length and
uncertain outcome.

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And now with this edition I conclude this adventure
with the assurity that there will follow new adventures
even though I don't know what they are at this moment.

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The Dalai Lama says that preborns visit their parents before birth.
Similarly dear ones who have crossed over stay around for quite a while
and the best way to honor and revere them is to dedicate something to them.
So is with this website.
And I have cooked a meal today that I think David would have enjoyed.
There were so many things he enjoyed, hardly a thing he didn't
so I could have cooked just about anything
except for fresh tomatoes and bananas.

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No matter, I used his cooking utensils and cooked summoning his closeness.
So I made a carrot salad with yoghurt olive oil and raspberry vinegar dressing
and added some rucola and toasted pinoli seeds.
Then I made macaroni and cheese baked in the oven.
A bechamel sauce with 200 grams of cheddar mixed with the noodles
and more cheese and breadcrumbs on top so it gets nice and crusty.
Then came baked egg custard which he was very good at making himself.
It's basically scrambled eggs that you don't want to scramble-
beaten eggs, lots of cream and butter, vanille, sugar, cinnamon
done slowly in the oven.

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We were both great fans of Joni Mitchell
https://jonimitchell.com/
In the Circle Game she wisely sings, (did she ever not sing wisely)
„There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through“

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So when I told Lothar this was to be the last edition
he disappointedly said „O really? Why don't you write about
something else. How about cats?“

To finish I have added some stories I wrote ages ago
which you might have fun with.
I greet all of you warmly for having accompanied me along this way.
Carole

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19 July 2017

Here we find ourselves again in this amiable country, Italy.
As in the past 30 years, we have driven the 1000 km from Langenschwarz
to the marble country in northern Tuscany.
Of course it feels like coming home,
and so we are greeted by the locals whether they
know us or not. And still it‘s like never having been here before.
The mountains, the clear light that makes the ordinary look special,
the warmth of the sun on my skin, the afternoon breeze that envelops me
as though it were some special
Mediterranean pet looking for attention.
This year we have rented a rustico with a view of Monte Altissimo
and Porto Venere.
It was once, on the pilgrim‘s route, Francigena.
And even though the houses are now
skillfully smoothed and colored to cover the original building materials
of loose grey stones, there remains some magic here,
a genius loci, bound to the narrow streets and paths.
I sat once on the bridge and thought it would be nice to live in Vallecchia.
Funny how the circles turn, and we wind up here.
In the evening I lay and watch the colors of dusk change to darkness.
In the morning before it is too hot
I go with my little bag to shop for the food of the day.
The food is simple the taste spectacular.
A tomato, rucola or basil with olive oil.
A peach chosen by Lothar.
Fat lemons picked from the tree in the garden.
I‘m not a pilgrim, because I barely have need to leave the house.
Definitely close to being a hermit.

 

 

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NO NO NO, this cannot be the end of the stories and the memories and the recipes and the histories and the travels and the colours and the sensations and the aromas and the textures and the oblique ways of talking about David and talking about...

NO NO NO, this cannot be the end of the stories and the memories and the recipes and the histories and the travels and the colours and the sensations and the aromas and the textures and the oblique ways of talking about David and talking about Evelyn... so i have read and reread and laughed and smiled and cried and gone to bake and slathered marmite on hot toast and collected wild herbs and rooted all sorts of plants and rearranged watercolours and knitted with wools from far away places, but mostly I have read these 'posts' (what a funny word) to hear your voice to peek into your recollections to remember (the tomato issue) or learn certain things (bananas? really? but we made banana bread in London, the Moosewood recipe- and we both enjoyed it) ( but what about ants!) and to thoroughly enjoy your beautiful photographs on the site, to enjoy your prose, the choice of your words, melodic and colour laden..
I know it is not appropriate to say NO, but I so enjoy these monthly treats- and I can hardly believe there have been 24 of them already- thank you for so much that reading what you created has given me.
Pia

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It was fun. Lots of fun.
But the last few months I had to force myself to sit down,
So before I ruin it I‘ll stop here.
I‘m sure there will be some followups, like some banana stories

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Liebe Carole,
jeden Monat ein bleibendes Geschenk, das alle ! Sinne mit Genuss erfreute, verbunden mit einem besonderen 'talent of tales' aus Deinem bewegten Leben !!
1000 Dank dafür und weiterhin
currage for new dreams & adventures ? XOXO

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Thanks Renate.
I'm moved but not afraid to let go. Something else ALways comes instead to do and learn.
Just imagine I'd stayed in NY. Then we never would have met.
That would have been terrible

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