rain clouds vs. roses

alright ... i'm just gonna throw this out there. it's been a pretty weird week for me. pretty weird as in pretty awesome. my little cloud-filled mind is not sure what to do about this. it's been one of those weeks where every day (read that - every day) i've caught myself joyfully ... burstingly ... happy. enough to force me to a standstill mid-walk. enough to get me to do the shady-eye snake stare waiting for the ha-ha moment and the clouds to open up with a booming "suckaaaaa". what the hell is going on? i can't decide if i should be more concerned with the abnormal amount of wonderful in my life right now or the fact that one wonderful week gets me all hot and bothered.

so i'll leave you with this thought by dear 'ole ethel ... and hope i didn't just jix the shizz outta my week.

soundtrack: the boxer

Simon and Garfunkel - The Boxer

One of many highlights from my ridiculous four months in Europe – A half hour train ride outside of Berlin is the town of Werder(Havel). Each Spring, the town hosts Baumblutenfest, a festival to celebrate the cherry blossom and the arrival of Spring. It. Was. Crazy. You roll outta the train with hordes of people and commence drinking, eating and general merry-making. Folks were selling plastic cups of homemade wine out of their garage for one euro. Bands were playing every other street corner. I bought a doughnut the size of my face. Towards mid-afternoon, we stopped at a stage to take a breather and finish our latest cup ‘o wine. The picnic tables were packed shoulder-to-shoulder with fellow drinkers and when this song came on … up went the cups and everyone began to sway. It was that moment where you think, this is so cool – it should be in a movie … and then you realize it’s your LIFE and it’s happening AT THAT MOMENT. Pretty fricken sweet.

Lunch ... 

Baumblutenfest

Nummm ...