Casa Robino

Well... we got a new couch, but life is just as insane with one small child as with a whole bunch of travelers. Kitten is o.k. with it though.

"premium" even, says packaging.
Skipped along with loads of fancy shit (organic oat cookies!) last night in Dresden, Germany.

Many hugs!

The Christmas is comming. And you can clearly feel it the Casa's air.

Therefore, I want to ask you all, Casa people, for cooperation in fullfilling Robino's Christmas wish. He was so nice to us for last 2,5 year constantly hosting/guesting us... I think he really deserves a nice gift.

They thaught us how to make bread, and just when we were ready to do our own pasta madre tripping performance live with an audience, they had to leave again, just before the real fun was starting. "Coitus interruptus" they called it.

We were at Damoclash, an Amsterdam based free culture festival (with pizza's for 7 euro) and we were about to give away 15 kilo of bread, but who was gonna make all that bread?

Sitting outside a petrol station 60km from Verona, 30km after Trieste, at 530am. Hitching today was crazy. How does it happen that people and events just bring you to places that you never thought of arriving before?

I was picked up by a Dutch guy just before Nuerenberg and 9 hours later we are here in Italy, just 250 km away from my end-destination, but through a totally different route than planned before? And without the planned stop-over in Munich, the city we passed, the city I was unable to enter.

This one is one of a series of interestingly lit photographs orchestrated by Anu randomly in the Kitchen while we were all in a surreal mood :)