Not Quite Quiet
Celebrating Christmas in summer. The biggest question and trembling uncertainty for our five-year-old son during all our travels so far, was if Christkind will find us in Chile and bring…
Improvising Kipferl
Waking up to green meadows, morning fog, and single digit temperatures made me feel like coming home to Austria after a dream-like episode in smog-plagued, dry Santiago. But, alas, we…
Bold and Busy
Una Ciudad de Colores. Our first stop and my first impressions of Chile. Originally built as the port of Santiago, Valparaiso is bold, hip, and colourful. The houses lining up…
Head in the Clouds
Green pastures, black and white cows, endless highways. I am sitting in the front row of a comfortable bus on the way from Valdivia to Frutillar in southern Chile. The…
Colores y Sonidos
Many people asked me why we don’t take the plane for these long distances in South America, especially with a five-year-old child? And I always reply that airports look more…
Cool and Intense
I’m still so energised from all the music that I played in São Paulo: one day, I played eight hours straight, five of them improvising with people I had not…
Green and Untamed
Rio de Janeiro. 24°C. Rainy October Day. 87% humidity. Samba music is playing from the airport loudspeakers. Bom dia! Taxi, Taxi! – Não, obrigada. My hair is getting curlier with…
Fish Flashback
This post is finally going to answer the question how we ended up in a hotel pool in rural Connecticut a while ago, but let me give you some context…