Okay, so after the drinks I’ll talk a little bit about the different kinds of foods I ate during my trip to Brazil (yes I know – I’m already back here in Germany, time passed so fast!). First of all, there’s the banana. Well, everybody knows that kind of fruit, obviously, but in Brazil there are two different types of bananas: The ones you eat right away and the ones you have to cook or fry first before you can eat them. They are bigger than eating-right-away-bananas, and so you can recognize them pretty easily. You can buy them in the local supermarkets or markets and Borboleta made a partly fried- partly cooked banana for my to try it. Yummy! It tasted really good! It was sweet, but not too sweet and fried banana has definitely a better taste than just cooked ones.

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The Dietrich Diaries

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Seriously… Costa Rica was amazing.

I’m looking though all of my pics from the trip & thinking it’s time to plan a trip back!  We had so much fun meeting locals, enjoying the ocean & drinking cocktails out of coconuts, it made it almost impossible to leave!

So be patient with me as I get organized… I will have full vacation details soon!


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The Adventures of a Teenie Yogini

Yesterday was so super awesome!!!!!! I saw tons of amazing yoga, got to introduce my cousins to my studio mates. Chris placed 8th!!!!! My great aunt came to see us. AND!!! It SNOWED!!!!!!! It was my first time ever seeing snow falling!


Of course, that’s not to say the day was without challenges. I don’t have to eat lunch. That’s in The Rules. But my cousins don’t have eating disorders, and, therefore, have no aversion to lunch. I got really upset and couldn’t figure out how to explain myself, or what to do… Then Robyn said “if you don’t want to eat, that’s ok.” I calmed down, enjoyed the time spent with my cousins… And Emmy was dining a few tables down from us, which was pretty cool.

Getting to dinner was a fiasco, all by itself. I cried a whole bunch. But in the end, it worked out. We…

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Oh ,the agony of being a South African.


Today I walked into a beautiful decorating shop in the trendy Nimmanhaemin road in Chiang Mai.


After walking around looking at the beautiful objects in the shop, as I left, the young man raised his hands infront of him in a prayerlike blessing. I did the same and left.


I thought about this moment. It’s gentleness, its simplicity. I also thought of the conviction of the young man who chose to dignify that moment with his blessing.

It was quietly special.


We carried on walking and decided we were hungry. We found a little restaurant and ordered some delicious Korean food.


The conversation I had with my two sons and my wife veered towards comparing this peaceful country with our own beloved South Africa, with all its problems.


My older son commented that the peace had…

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I unearthed another treasure at a local charity book sale today. Namely, The Pagel Story by Carel Birkby (1948. )I was only able to make the book sale on its second day and had resigned myself to the fact that all the good pickings would have been snapped up on opening the previous morning. I am not sure what made me pick this title up, the genealogist in me, I think, but imagine my delight when I realised that it was the story of a South African family circus!

According to Chapter V after forty years of tenting Pagel was a household name in Africa, familiar “to white and black alike from the Cape to the Great Lakes “.
“When Pagel took the first circus into Rhodesia starring his own Strong Man act. The natives dubbed the show “ istrongimani”, and to this day (1948) any circus is still called…

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South African thieves are walking around with knives, robbing people of their dreadlocks they’ve taken years to grow and selling them on the streets. It’s known that dreadlocks take a lot of time and patience to grow, but the thieves in South Africa are taking Sweet Brown’s infamous stance on the topic, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”So, they’ve been stealing them off the heads of those patient enough to grow them.

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A 28-year-old man from Zimbabwe told the BBC, “They had a knife and cut off my hair with scissors. I still feel pain when I think about that night. I used to see people selling dreadlocks on the streets and didn’t know where it came from.”

The thieves are supplying a demand on the black market. Hair that takes…

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