"magic moments" or "Jan. Yes Man"
So
was thinking, I'll report back just once. Bin grad beeen at AFS Camp and it's time from nothing. So I use the carpo diem and tell you ne little story that has happened before yesterday.
I was once again excited to work and sat down with two colleagues talking. It was already late and so we drank our first-Vieruhr Tereré. I was already about half an hour there. Time to relax.
then invited me to Carlos, whom I watched sipping while cleaning up, one at a illusionist show. As is my nature, I immediately blocked off for now. I have in recent years developed the attitude that I always first check everything carefully and weigh me before I decisionmaking. So I always go very well, and usually also save me injury and unpleasant surprises. This ability is leaving me occasionally to incoming alcohol and leads to rather unexpected actions. But this more another time. In any case, I immediately spat out a few excuses. In this I am quite added training and convincing.
everyone to decide wie er das findet.
Dann sah ich allerdings die ehrliche Enttaeuschung in seinem freundlichen Gesicht und es tat mir schon auch ein wenig Leid. Wenn sich jemand hier jemals richtig gut um mich gekuemmert hat, dann er. Also ueberlegte ich schnell. Ich muss im Moment Geld sparen und ausserdem wollte ich noch ins Fitnessstudio bevor es zu spaet wuerde. Aber dann fasste ich den spontanten Entschluss, nochmal nachzufragen. Er meinte, der Eintritt sei frei. Nice! Hm, nun gut, ich geh ja auch fast jeden Tag in die Pumperei, vielleicht sollte ich stattdessen lieber dieses aussergewoehnliche Angebot nutzen. In Deutschland wuerde der Eintritt sicherlich ein Wochengehalt hier kosten. Ausserdem ist er ein guter Freund. "Dale, Carlito! Quiero irme!" (Alles klar, Carlito, I want to come along!) You should have seen his face. Since I've
already guessed that it would be the right decision. Since I have also realized that sometimes you should just say yes to life, similar to the Jim Carrey movie "Yes Man", where the main actor in his life to change drastically, says yes to everything and, ultimately, a happier person is. The plot is somewhat complicated, but on the whole, the statement is intended that you should indeed consider the time, but the quiet times should also venture into the unknown, which can have wonderful results.
official movie poster. Cool comic!
Or as a famous proverb says that I often take to heart:
"If you do what you always do, you'll get what you've always gotten."
If you are dissatisfied with your life or caught in the daily grind, but do something spontaneous, something crazy. Of doing nothing is also nothing better. As we get older, we tend to be more serious and want to control our lives. No surprises. No threats. And no change.
But everyone should decide for themselves. Personally, I'm also a big, ruined the homeostasis of habit, but that does not mean I or you should spend his whole existence uniformity. Whatever the case, here this year gives me the invaluable Opportunity to think much about such things and reflect. A self-discovery year. Actually, yes I am therefore not come here. Somehow funny. A year that has found me and helps me understand myself and others better. For this insight I am very grateful. God, myself, my fellow human beings. Whoever.
philosophize why I always so happy to be here. I can think of these things spontaneously when writing. It is as if you can watch me thinking. Quite funny. Lets see what I will think in 20 years on these lines.
Back to Carlos and magic. The thing was clear then, and we went for a snack go.
Ah, very briefly: here we drink instant coffee, Art coffee bean flour granules so that the mixture is stirred with water and sugar to a thick sweet mush. This is then replenished in the cup with hot water. As my wife cleaning the Fundación offered such a cup, but I refused and instead drank black, it was so completely incomprehensible. Another time, I prefer drinking water because it was very hot outside, but generally I drink almost only water. From time to have a beer, juice or absinthe. When she saw me then drinking water, looked at her stunned colleagues looking for help. She did not understand the world anymore. Water for Merienda (snack between meals)? Absolutely unthinkable!
Did I want white buns with coffee. No, thanks, but make thick. Simple short-chain carbohydrates - laueft not with me. "SCANDAL" was written in her eyes. can
It's always funny how easy it is to foreigners than some people upset. But I'm not her evil, the good guys. They then tipped a little more sugar in her cup to calm their nerves and put a little taken back to the table.
disturbs me, too bad that sure everyone sees as a Paraguayan doctor and said give Nahrungsmittelratschlaege to have to or can. While certain herbs and teas actually help too, it pushes me bitterly when I am told that I should not drink as much water. That would versa euern my body yet. And no, I drank no soda. Hazweioh boringly normal. "No así. Te hare mal" (So do not. This is bad for you.) Is the standard rate, each of us has the volume's probably already heard more than once. Also, one should drink no bread with water, as do the thick. If one makes a sandwich wet, it will eventually also bloated. At this point: Simply door to her quack!
And again back: We took a quick bus and were within ten minutes at the "Centro Cultural de España Juan de Salazar (CCEJS).
The CCEJS at night in downtown Asunción
The interior looked very nice and tidy. It is like a German Galarie and placed just photographs of today's Guarani Indians in everyday clothes off. There was also a huge queue of people that ran through the entire museum. We had both spent almost the hope and wanted to crack the Tereré. Then went well somewhere in the distance the doors to the hall, to be held in the show, and we started moving. We were also still had to clean, but on the us Piso (floor) position. Within minutes the entire room was already packed with spectators. Sure, yes it was free admission. There is the Paraguayan (and me) always there.
The magician was in fact several artists and came in from the entrance. They wanted to lie down for a cool appearance well settled, but not with those Lot of people and were forced to vorbeizuzwaengen Piso visitors. Mega-Uncool! But she could not be a bad mood and put out a super show with ventriloquist, floating wife and several sleight of hand. The moderator was in fact a dwarf. I never had one seen here. Was very funny. Primarily in English. The troops came under others from Argentina and the U.S., which could be recognized from the very distinctive dialect or accent. Overall, I enjoyed the show very well, but unfortunately I had during the rough back and leg pain, because I had to bend all the people between Sun But since I'm here to improve my social flexibility, I was not more excited about it .. ;-)
Bis bald liebe Leute und ergreift die Chancen, die sich euch bieten. Vielleicht kommen sie niemals wieder!! Denkt an meine Worte! ^^
herzlichst, euer Jan!
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Monday, January 25, 2010
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amigos A day in the cleanest city in the world i
Wie bitte? Hab ich da richtig gehoert? Dieser "Wunderknabe meets Teufelskerl" kriegt wohl nicht genug und muss jetzt einen weiteren, fast unglaublichen Superlativ von der Stange lassen. Die sauberste Stadt der Welt? Nun zugegeben, es ist schon einige Jahre her, dass der paraguayischen Kleinstadt Atyra dieser Titel verliehen wurde. Mittlerweile hat sich da bestimmt eine US-Vorstadt an uns Tereré-Trinkern vorbeigemogelt. Aber dennoch, nachwievor ist Atyra #1 in Paraguay.
Wenn man mich fragt, ist das aber alles Propaganda. As if there are so clean waer. Moreover cleaner than here at home in Germany, where there are more discipline and order. I catch myself every time when passing through this place after searching garbage on roads. I then catch sight of even a candy wrapper I can not help me a smug grin. Nevertheless, the city compared with the rest of the country actually conspicuous cleaner. bring
Atyra in sunshine with a party lake in the background
The reason why I'm this town at all the conversation that's because I yesterday a day there Kinta in Quinta (sp. for "cottage", read " I ') spent my uncle. I have taken my host brother Enrico, and my host father Jorge. Was very cool. We are about an hour with the old pick-up truck my uncle moved out there from Asunción to a quad transport to our home. Why? Very simple. My host brother is far to be a private tutor. WORKS for him so soon after Germany. Therefore, it is now, while the other holidays have crammed neatly. The way the teacher is a bit far. On bus and walking, he can not be bothered. Solution: Mim Quad boards for timpani. Also cool. Driver's license? Is overvalued anyway total.
But I getting ahead of myself. We arrived at the Quinta and immediately we came across the portal, our smiles. Woven into the cast-iron gate, the words "Las Trillizas (sp. for" The Triplets "were because he had three daughters added).
barely got out (I had to wait because I am not the child lock out rear left), were then also with the three dogs of the farm. One of them is a golden Labrador named Scott. Totally sweet, if somewhat ugly eyes. Warning all love me totally and ham also jump. It must be. The other two were a German Shepherd (Linda) and a medium-sized mongrel (Roy).
At this point I would like to again Mentioning that I (of course except puppies) detest small dogs of all shapes and colors. Shit beasts, ey. I can understand non why there was so much brings a stupid yapper, the howls only between the legs of running around and usually ugly. So my proposal to goodness. Please only buy all at least medium-sized Koëter, then maybe the little die off.
Zureck on the subject. Once there I was first rumgefuehrt Enrico. Overall, the plot very large and well maintained by the domestic workers. There is a trampoline, several playgrounds for the girls, a natural swimming pool that fills up when you change the stream, and many many many fruit trees. arrived at the higher fruit trees, we first star fruit (also called star fruit) and guava eaten. The latter I saw that day for the first time. Do not know how they say it in German or English. I suspect that even the name "Guayaba" Guaraní and English is not. It is a small, Mirabelle large fruit, which looks inside something like a pomegranate, but has no hard cores. The taste is also incredible, slightly sweet and lemony might more at the next one. Do not believe that this fruit is expoertiert to Germany. In this situation I have come here already several times. There are smells and tastes that are unlike anything you find in Germany or the United States. A great experience. That reminds one again of how large and unknown to the world really is. My host family has told me that there is a surefire way to know if the fruits are ripe. When the larvae of a certain fruit frolic in the interior, then it's time. The small crawler will mitverspeist course. To prove his point, I showed my host father later opened a small fruit with whitish, wriggling maggot. Then he ate it. Standard. I almost had to puke. At this point I had already eaten several pieces.
Carambola or star fruit
Shortly after we were both sent to Fruechtesammeln. Enrico dug out for the mini-quad of his cousins. Whether a short or not, this thing handles in any event, the 50 km / h. He asked me to climb back. We drove off and I was able to hold me nowhere, I fell down directly. Ugly. Well, I'm actually a very careful person. I've never broken and hurt me very often their own fault. Also I have never had a scooter, moped, scooter, etc. owned and do not have a close personal bond with recreational vehicles. In short, I had no desire to get the bloody thing again closer. This was no better than me, my host brother a few times almost circumnavigated. In any case, there was one thing that changed my mind: There were cows. That's right, baby! And they are scared of quads. I immediately had the same idea, which also have seniors before frequenting a strip club: Udder Hunting: D Enrico
it was before. The accelerator durchgedrueckt and brought the cow to the gallop. Before it was time, I practiced but on a small soccer field (middle in the jungle on nem estate? no idea what to look for). My host brother was in the meantime on a gate, which came for a dog and even a cow, and where the desired fruits were found. No, wait ... two dogs. It is still not a cow. Age, what a huge beast! I've seen 7.Klaessler that were smaller.
The race around!
Ok, so first gather fruits. We closed the gate again and look. Guayabas and limes. Not a thing. Or is it? My host brother had no idea where that grows fruit and a fruit I knew the first ten minutes. He made his displeasure with the phrases then run free which my vocabulary list again ordentlich erweiterte. Es fielen aber auch mehrfach Klassiker wie "puta madre" oder "arbol de mierda". Schliesslich ueberzeugte ich ihn davon, zu wissen, wo die Limonen zu finden waren. Bei absolutem Unwissen voellige Selbstsicherheit ausstrahlen. So kommt man immer weiter. Spaeter stellte sich heraus, dass wir vor allem Pampelmusen gesammelt hatten. Nur ein paar wenige Limonen. Mein Gastpapa war nicht sehr "amused". Auf jeden Fall stellten wir bei der Rueckkehr fest, dass sich drei Kuehe und ein junger Stier am Quad zu schaffen machten. Nenn es Rache, nenn es Sabotage. Auf jeden Fall waren die Steaks auf Beinen recht dreist. Mein Gastbruder drohte ihnen mit dem Freilassen der Hundkuh. Wie ich spaeter erfuhr gab es frueher drei von denen und einmal brachen sie nachts out and killed a cow killed and ate them in half. But I should have no fear. The only wanted to play. Yo, I leak! I want to get out. But actually, he really has not done the aggressive impression and rather insidious than these ruminant he was my all.
We came so again through the gate and Enrico ignited the engine and the cows from skin!
Then I got me a book from the collection of my horny uncle allowed to choose (which allowed me my host father, who disposes over there any proprietary right) and then we went again to Asuncion. On the road again just gabs and Lady Gaga Reggaeton on the radio, which works fine but were spurned by my host dad and me!
In this sense,
soon, Caballeros! :-)
Wie bitte? Hab ich da richtig gehoert? Dieser "Wunderknabe meets Teufelskerl" kriegt wohl nicht genug und muss jetzt einen weiteren, fast unglaublichen Superlativ von der Stange lassen. Die sauberste Stadt der Welt? Nun zugegeben, es ist schon einige Jahre her, dass der paraguayischen Kleinstadt Atyra dieser Titel verliehen wurde. Mittlerweile hat sich da bestimmt eine US-Vorstadt an uns Tereré-Trinkern vorbeigemogelt. Aber dennoch, nachwievor ist Atyra #1 in Paraguay.
Wenn man mich fragt, ist das aber alles Propaganda. As if there are so clean waer. Moreover cleaner than here at home in Germany, where there are more discipline and order. I catch myself every time when passing through this place after searching garbage on roads. I then catch sight of even a candy wrapper I can not help me a smug grin. Nevertheless, the city compared with the rest of the country actually conspicuous cleaner. bring
Atyra in sunshine with a party lake in the background
The reason why I'm this town at all the conversation that's because I yesterday a day there Kinta in Quinta (sp. for "cottage", read " I ') spent my uncle. I have taken my host brother Enrico, and my host father Jorge. Was very cool. We are about an hour with the old pick-up truck my uncle moved out there from Asunción to a quad transport to our home. Why? Very simple. My host brother is far to be a private tutor. WORKS for him so soon after Germany. Therefore, it is now, while the other holidays have crammed neatly. The way the teacher is a bit far. On bus and walking, he can not be bothered. Solution: Mim Quad boards for timpani. Also cool. Driver's license? Is overvalued anyway total.
But I getting ahead of myself. We arrived at the Quinta and immediately we came across the portal, our smiles. Woven into the cast-iron gate, the words "Las Trillizas (sp. for" The Triplets "were because he had three daughters added).
barely got out (I had to wait because I am not the child lock out rear left), were then also with the three dogs of the farm. One of them is a golden Labrador named Scott. Totally sweet, if somewhat ugly eyes. Warning all love me totally and ham also jump. It must be. The other two were a German Shepherd (Linda) and a medium-sized mongrel (Roy).
At this point I would like to again Mentioning that I (of course except puppies) detest small dogs of all shapes and colors. Shit beasts, ey. I can understand non why there was so much brings a stupid yapper, the howls only between the legs of running around and usually ugly. So my proposal to goodness. Please only buy all at least medium-sized Koëter, then maybe the little die off.
Zureck on the subject. Once there I was first rumgefuehrt Enrico. Overall, the plot very large and well maintained by the domestic workers. There is a trampoline, several playgrounds for the girls, a natural swimming pool that fills up when you change the stream, and many many many fruit trees. arrived at the higher fruit trees, we first star fruit (also called star fruit) and guava eaten. The latter I saw that day for the first time. Do not know how they say it in German or English. I suspect that even the name "Guayaba" Guaraní and English is not. It is a small, Mirabelle large fruit, which looks inside something like a pomegranate, but has no hard cores. The taste is also incredible, slightly sweet and lemony might more at the next one. Do not believe that this fruit is expoertiert to Germany. In this situation I have come here already several times. There are smells and tastes that are unlike anything you find in Germany or the United States. A great experience. That reminds one again of how large and unknown to the world really is. My host family has told me that there is a surefire way to know if the fruits are ripe. When the larvae of a certain fruit frolic in the interior, then it's time. The small crawler will mitverspeist course. To prove his point, I showed my host father later opened a small fruit with whitish, wriggling maggot. Then he ate it. Standard. I almost had to puke. At this point I had already eaten several pieces.
Carambola or star fruit
Shortly after we were both sent to Fruechtesammeln. Enrico dug out for the mini-quad of his cousins. Whether a short or not, this thing handles in any event, the 50 km / h. He asked me to climb back. We drove off and I was able to hold me nowhere, I fell down directly. Ugly. Well, I'm actually a very careful person. I've never broken and hurt me very often their own fault. Also I have never had a scooter, moped, scooter, etc. owned and do not have a close personal bond with recreational vehicles. In short, I had no desire to get the bloody thing again closer. This was no better than me, my host brother a few times almost circumnavigated. In any case, there was one thing that changed my mind: There were cows. That's right, baby! And they are scared of quads. I immediately had the same idea, which also have seniors before frequenting a strip club: Udder Hunting: D Enrico
it was before. The accelerator durchgedrueckt and brought the cow to the gallop. Before it was time, I practiced but on a small soccer field (middle in the jungle on nem estate? no idea what to look for). My host brother was in the meantime on a gate, which came for a dog and even a cow, and where the desired fruits were found. No, wait ... two dogs. It is still not a cow. Age, what a huge beast! I've seen 7.Klaessler that were smaller.
The race around!
Ok, so first gather fruits. We closed the gate again and look. Guayabas and limes. Not a thing. Or is it? My host brother had no idea where that grows fruit and a fruit I knew the first ten minutes. He made his displeasure with the phrases then run free which my vocabulary list again ordentlich erweiterte. Es fielen aber auch mehrfach Klassiker wie "puta madre" oder "arbol de mierda". Schliesslich ueberzeugte ich ihn davon, zu wissen, wo die Limonen zu finden waren. Bei absolutem Unwissen voellige Selbstsicherheit ausstrahlen. So kommt man immer weiter. Spaeter stellte sich heraus, dass wir vor allem Pampelmusen gesammelt hatten. Nur ein paar wenige Limonen. Mein Gastpapa war nicht sehr "amused". Auf jeden Fall stellten wir bei der Rueckkehr fest, dass sich drei Kuehe und ein junger Stier am Quad zu schaffen machten. Nenn es Rache, nenn es Sabotage. Auf jeden Fall waren die Steaks auf Beinen recht dreist. Mein Gastbruder drohte ihnen mit dem Freilassen der Hundkuh. Wie ich spaeter erfuhr gab es frueher drei von denen und einmal brachen sie nachts out and killed a cow killed and ate them in half. But I should have no fear. The only wanted to play. Yo, I leak! I want to get out. But actually, he really has not done the aggressive impression and rather insidious than these ruminant he was my all.
We came so again through the gate and Enrico ignited the engine and the cows from skin!
Then I got me a book from the collection of my horny uncle allowed to choose (which allowed me my host father, who disposes over there any proprietary right) and then we went again to Asuncion. On the road again just gabs and Lady Gaga Reggaeton on the radio, which works fine but were spurned by my host dad and me!
In this sense,
soon, Caballeros! :-)
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