And just when I think I’m starting to fit in, I realise I’m making a huge faux pas when it comes to winter in Austria.
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Author: debbiekaye1980
Autumn with the ‘rents
I enjoyed a busy summer of visits this year… just two short weeks after one of my besties visited, along came my parents.
My folks have visited three times now, and it’s already their second staying in our house. Luckily the house is big enough (for everyone to have his own bedroom if they so choose).
A Cooking Challenge – inspired by cooking shows all over the world
From our binge-watching sessions of cooking shows on Netflix, an idea emerged to undertake our own cooking challenge while my friend visited in the summer. Hubby would be the judge/host/timekeeper and my friend and I would be the duelling challengers.
Five Years in Austria – who would have thought?
See the blanket of clouds… I live under them 😦
Five years ago today I arrived in Austria.
I remember the pre-winter sky being impossibly blue. Nine degrees and sunny was pretty good for that time of year.
I was there on an adventure – a quest of love – a gamble.
I had no idea what was to come.
I could not have imagined that five years later I would still be here.
Cooking Shows on Netflix – it all started with Zumbo’s…
Moving on from last week’s post of hubby and I looking for an Aussie show to watch together, enter Zumbo’s Just Desserts.
Aussie shows on Netflix – coming home
Netflix is great… isn’t it?
Well, whatever your opinion it’s a bit of a turnaround for me, because I was always the one that insisted I would never pay for TV. I didn’t need all those extra random channels full of repeats and garbage… what was available on free to air was perfectly fine.
To be fair I wasn’t a huge TV watcher, but still.
Then I arrived in Austria. And suddenly TV was all German. All German. All. The. Time. And so I just stopped watching TV completely. And I did weird things like actually hiring or buying DVDs.
And then came Netflix.
My first phone call – a breakthrough in German after all these years
It is rather embarrassing, but probably time, to admit that after almost 5 years in Austria my husband still makes all my appointments for me – from the doctor to the hairdresser – I’m like a small child.
