so-called vacation

the long, sunny month in france is long gone, more like a dream now. after that i headed for a week to finland to a summer cottage, bringing couple of german friends with me. i enjoyed my time there, of course, it my favorite place in earth (honestly). but you can barely call that a vacation. first couple of days i spent explaining where what was and how this and that worked. on third day i got sick, and laid the next two days down in my bed. the last two days would have been near perfect, unless... we'd not have managed to burn the sauna down. yes. really. luckily no-one was in, the fire was noticed immediately and it didn't take too much time before the firemen were there. and it was nobody's fault, but rather something structural waiting there for who knows how long to catch fire. so these people are still my friends. and follow-up in the next summer: building a sauna. wait to see more.

so coming back to berlin last wednesday i was more than exhausted and felt like shit. after sleeping trough friday and weekend, i'm working again. and the energy i got in france for my work seems to be still there.