Sunday, 18 March 2012


Hat - Claires
Scarf - Edgars
Demin Jacket - Woolworths
Riding Pants - ZARA
Chelsea Boots - Italy

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Munich, Germany.

I am explored my true German roots when I entered the big city of Munich. The vibrant city full of colour, music, delicious food, Christmas cheer and a language I could hardly understand, took me by surprise because by the time I had to say goodbye, I didn't want to leave.

The highlight of my German experience was the Christmas Markets, these markets take place a couple of weeks before Christmas and lead up to the afternoon of Christmas Eve. The festivity and vibe was a whole new experience of its own. Never had I come across beautiful stalls decorated with Christmas decorations that I wish I could take home and add them to the Christmas tree.

Munich over all persona was clean, historical and festive. I visited places I would probably never thought of visiting. Heading to the alps, checking out famous castles which inspired Walt Disney, visiting Dachau concentration camp and breaking a storm shopping down Munich high street.

My family also decided to take a day trip down to Salzburg, Austria, where the famous Mozart lived for many years of his life. This little city is beautiful and quaint filled with tourists snapping away with their cameras, cheerful Christmas markets, big games of chess and the people there were overly friendly that I could not believe it.

In Germany the legal drinking age for beers, wine and ciders is 16. So therefore I had my first legal beer, a tall big glass. I was in the true Munichen experience with my family. Singing the folk songs, laughing and just having the time of my life. Munich pulled the inner German out of me.

The last day in Munich was the best, truly magical. The coldest day, that's when the snow started to fall. These little white flakes on my hair was a sight I had never seen before since coming from sunny South Africa, where the only snow is found on the top of high mountains. I twirled in the snow with a smile on my face, true bliss, I was like a little kid in her element.

Needless to say when I board the train to Paris, a tear was falling down my cheek as I bid farewell.

Here are the photos:

Monday, 12 March 2012


I have finally decided to sit down and write about my European trip. I know it has been a long time since my last post and a few months since I came back but I have so busy with school that I hardly have time to sit down and take a breath of fresh air.
I am now making the time because this can't go on any longer.
The first stop : ITALIA.

Italy for me was sensational, vibrant and cultural country. As I walked around every corner my breath would be taken away from something extravagant and beautiful. The language was the best of all, the way the Italians speak with the tongue twisted words and full body gestures, especially their hand movements, would kept me mesmerized. I fell in love with the cities and I know I will return to them again.

I was a real tourist, camera around my neck, bag packed with snacks, daily make-up, extra clothes and many other bits and bobs I decided to pack in which weren't necessary. I walked around Rome, Naples, Pompeii and Venice taking photos of everything to I loved. Believe me now when I tell you, I loved everything! I left my heart in Italy, I just cannot describe the experienced I had there without sounding repetitive and cliche.

Fashion there was outstanding, my eyes opened up when almost every women's pair of shoes was a piece of heaven. Italy certainly has the best shoes in the world. The style was impeccable, those women and men know certainly how to dress. That is when I knew I was born to live to shop. I was born to buy those heavenly shoes that every women wished she could own. One problem. Have you checked the prices of the shoes. I will have to a really well paid job to afford those shoes. Anyway thinking way into the future there. I don't know how to explain the comfort, beauty and style of the clothes and shoes I had seen. Certainly going back to Italy next year!

I walked down the Rome and Venice High streets as if I was meant to walk them everyday of my life. Seeing the Chanel and Prada and all the designers stores on one street put me in my element. I might not have been able to afford a Dior dress or Chanel handbag but my eyes did the looking, touching and my imagination ran wild.

Italy, especially Rome, is crowded with many churches all over and around ever corner. I know it is because of it becoming the heart of Roman Catholics. That grammar sounded completely wrong but I had no other way to put it. Those churches made me feel the closest feeling to Christianity I have ever experienced. Like everything I touched and walked on was holy and no wrong had ever been done.

The weather in Italy was exactly like the winter in Cape Town except just a few degrees colder. And it rained more than anticipated, had my mini purple umbrella from WoolWorths with me all the time. I shall not say that the umbrella was the best quality because by the end of the holiday it was just a file of rust, not good for the advertising of Woolies, but what can I say, it did the job when I most needed it.

I cannot wait till my next visit to Italy which shall be Milan next time, I hope. The fashion capital of the world.      I hope Italy is ready for me then.

Here are some photos from the trip:

P.S. All photos are taken by me.
Coming up next: Germany.

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