The (hopefully to be) weekly restaurant check (# 3)
The human is a creature of habit. Once you truly arrive somewhere you start going to your favorite place, eating your favorite food and wearing comfortable jeans while doing so. Is that #boring or just just nice and bequem? I don’t know. But I have experienced this fact first-hand each time I settled in a new location. When I came to Erlangen, Nuremberg, Cologne, even in Berlin, where I was week-wise, visiting/living with friends. And now that I’ve come to Munich… well.
I must admit, I’ve never been a huge fan of Munich. I have spent few holidays in Bavaria as a kid, visited Munich occasionally and kept it in mind as “the city of expensive shit” to be honest. Maybe “the city of too many pedestrians” in second place. But… now that I am here I want to the make the best of it. Really, I try to unpaint the blackness I’ve perceived as a part of my ‘radical honesty’ lifestyle for a while now (not really following a definition, but I like the term). I am trying to make it less black and more gray (baby steps, people, baby steps, okay?).
Therefore, I think it’s best to break my routine. And, as I implied, I always create one wherever I go. Once the quarter I live in is charted, I go to the same places over and over again. In Cologne that was Kaffeebud, a really nice café in Ehrenfeld. In Berlin it was ‘Wohnzimmer’ (it’s crowded but wasn’t that crowded 10 years ago, also they serve awesome breakfast, hipsters or not).
In Munich, I started going to the places in “Universitätsviertel” (University quarter) and I mostly fed on curry and rice from Orange Box. Nothing wrong with that so far but then I thought… one year has about 50 weekends. What if I could manage to check out 50 new places each year? I am now at 3 of 50. Here’s the place I checked out on Nov, 26:
Café Ignaz und Tochter
A woman I asked for directions on my way there told me “Everyone here knows this café.” Café Ignaz is on the corner of Georgenstraße to Isabellastraße in Schwabing. It’s a quarter with many historical apartment buildings but also a lot of shops and cafés. If you go there don’t make the mistake of thinking “Oh, this street doesn’t look as if there’s gonna be much more…”. If you’re walking the streets of Schwabing, just try walking a little longer and there’ll be some other interesting place like 500m from where you just thought nothing else would come. It will unlikely end in a painful feet experience without a coffee. (continued “Munich weekly restaurant check – Café Ignaz”)
These days en vogue: Standing up against body-shaming. Fat people, chubby people, skinny people–everyone found something to complain about. Fattitude is an actual word. I don’t want to join this chorus. Let me be clear about this in the first place. I think, basically every human has some part of their body they just don’t like. I think, that’s normal. I don’t really think it is normal to have pride about everything. I am not proud to be German, to be a woman, to be not tall or to be fat or not fat.
Anyway, what seems funny to me is the sheer amount of beautiful “yoga bodies”. Those perfect women all over the mats of this world and I’m not one of them. Sincerely, I think, I do look okay, but I do not look like this or that and I’m not sure I or this pose ever will. Somehow, I think that getting there is not the actual point. For me, this is to relax and not to pursue some perfection.
However, next month I’m starting with a new yoga class in Munich! Yay! And I want to be prepared. So, since I’m starting fresh with yoga, this time I want to collect my baby steps in an album. While reading my favorite yoga book I just noticed once again, how well-shaped everyone’s looking in there. (Actually, that’s usually helpful, since with skinny, fit people you can see what you need to do in each pose much better.) Sometimes I’d like to see a book with some normal and chubby chicks. I don’t like the idea of #fattitute, because I basically believe that promoting obesity is the same as promoting smoking… unhealthy shit I don’t really need. But there is something between perfect yoga body from the book and fat pride lifestyle. I believe it’s called average. Something like a reallife yoga book. Doesn’t mean that you can’t be a skinny yoga person. I think, you can, if you want to. Let’s see how that works out for me (Abs, finally?!!). Therefore, here is the first shot. Take care! And don’t stretch too much 😉 Here’s a new hashtag for all you imperfect standard yoginis.
Don’t do what I do with my arms… I had to take this shot a few times and my arms were kind of annoyed…
Finally, I want to be able to bend forwards, since this pose (janu shirshasana) is called the “head to knee” pose… Let’s see how that’s gonna work out.
I am looking for many things in life. Not all of them are more work.
I’ve once heard a feature interview on something called the “Generation Y” on the radio. For those of you who have never heard ot them: That Generation is, in opposition to the post-WW “Generation X” a somewhat lazier and more hedonistic one. Generation X tried to work itself up the ladder, from the dishwasher and everything to the selfmade man. But Generation Y is so very tired of this. They don’t want to be the “killing themselves” doctors and lawyer types anymore. They want to live.
I think, they make a good point. All our lives are matched to effort and reward. We are trained to be effective, productive and creative in an effective and productive way. We watch people go to Harvard on television and wish we would be like that but we’re not. I’m most certainly not, I’m German. Our aspirations will most likely outlive our real lives, still I believe, many can’t accept this. (continued “Things in life”)