Water is stronger than stone – then I can overcome my inner couch potato

The journey takes just under twenty-four hours – from Palo Alto (California) to San Gerardo de Rivas (Costa Rica). But everything runs smoothly. Almost everything. When I fly alone I always wish for a fine neighbor. A seatmate who is slim, smells like nothing (and if he smells, then please well), who is quiet and the most important thing: who is perfect to hold each others hands in case of a crash.  Continue reading “Water is stronger than stone – then I can overcome my inner couch potato”

A new apartment. A new flight ticket. And eventually everything makes sense.

While you were wraping and unwraping (ideally not the same ones) Christmas presents I’ve packed moving boxes with our belongings. We have a new apartment! The lease of our old one in Sunnyvale expired and we had been looking for alternatives. We wanted to move a bit closer to Stanford – the Continue reading “A new apartment. A new flight ticket. And eventually everything makes sense.”