Now is really only a conceptual idea of the present and yet it is the only thing that really matters, right? The past is gone and the future is a result of now. So in my books, make now a priority.
Some women know they want children from an early age, some don’t want any. There are women who try to have them and can’t and then there are those who don’t plan on having kids and still give birth. And then there are many others. The women in between all of these options. And attached…
Es war ein wahnsinnig heisser Tag in San Pedro. Nach einem Spaziergang um einen der Salzseen in der Laguna Cejar, mitten in der Atacama Wüste im nördlichen Chile musste ich mir Schatten suchen, denn die Höhe, auf der ich mich befand, gepaart mit der Hitze und dem angeblich riesigen Ozonloch über unseren Köpfen machte mich schwummrig
Suddenly there were only 300 miles left until we would reach land and it hit us that our trip and time on the ocean was drawing to an end. We had left the garbage patch, the water turned greener and more fruitful, our clothes and sleeping bags were all wet and we were really looking…
Will I tell my greatgrandchildren about all of this? Claro que si! How could I ever forget. Even if I take equally or even more mindblowing trips in the future, the things I saw and felt while sailing Patches are now a part of me, the time on the boat a chapter in my book or…
So I told you the story about the first 3 days on the Ocean Cleanup Mega Expedition. Then came magical day 4 and from then on, things started going uphill. Significantly. By not having to concentrate on our bodies and nausea, we started noticing how blue the Pacific Ocean was and how beautifully the sun set…
NOT OUR FRIEND By Alexandra 25. August 2015 Close your eyes and picture this: it’s hot, it’s summer, you are on vacation. You are at the beach and you’ve been lying there in the sun, bronzing. In your swim wear. When you feel the need to cool off, you jump into the clear blue and amazingly fresh…
How can you fully feel and understand my story if you don’t know who I was traveling with? Well, the first few days I didn’t really know who I was traveling with, either. Living with me on this boat, there were 4 Latin American guys speaking various dialects of Spanish and one north American girl…
