Should I stay or should I go?

The only thing that I really had, have or I will have is myself. Almost nothing in my life has been easy and I had to fight in one or the other way for it. And I just want to have one simple thing without even one single thought whether is right or not, whether it will work or not… Because when you know it, you don’t have to think about it. You just go for it…And what will happen? Nothing more that you feel good and happy and feel that there is someone who gets you and is happy that you can share and live it…

I mean I don’t want halfhearted things or pragmatical solutions – I don’t feel happy with them. I can wait, I could adjust, but the thing is – do I want it? 

 I saw a lot of things there.

 I went to the ghettos.

I watched the buses arriving and leaving.

 The weather was so shitty like in Hamburg.

 I gazed in the grayness of the one of the sunnies countries in Europe.

 And I smiled.

 I still did not know - should I stay or should I go?

And other things during the stay. Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.

I ate and drunk. A lot. Finally, the food was better than in Hamburg.

 Once, I wanted to grab some meat from the plate of the Spanish guy sitting next to me and almost lost my hand. Spanish are really sensitive when it comes to their food. A lot of unemployment there and now they guard their food like their eyes...

I had also a lot of coffee there. Cafe con leche. Love coffee.

 It makes me happy and lively.

 I watched also couple of soccer games there. Spanish are soccer-crazy.

 That was part of my life there. Sitting in bars, drinking cerveza and watching soccer.

 Good life.

Afterwards getting some snacks with the Spanish. They love to eat on their feets. Not sitting. Staying and eating. Lots of pigs die there. Almost so much like in Germonkey.

I am more like Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.

The food during the stay

I ate a lot.

 A lot of eggs.

 A lot of eggs with seafood.

 A lot of meat.

 And bread.

 And then again eggs.

And I drunk a lot of cerveza.

The stay

I haven't wrote since long time. Guess why.

 I was in Madrid.

 It is full of life.

It is full of light.

It is full of royals.

That's funny, or not actually. A Spanish judge charged Princess Cristina - younger daughter of King Juan Carlos - with tax fraud and money laundering.

I also wore a crown from a horse and horse rider.

I like Madrid. Especially the food.

Hola Coño

So, how my trip started?
like this - first, I took the train.

  Then, I had big Latte Macchiatto

 

I love coffee with milk, but have to be careful, coz it makes me shivering...And then I have to spend my energy somewhere...I saw cows on the airport...Cows, ducks and sheeps...

Then, I spend sometimes on the airport... First, window shopping

 and then... looking at the planes and cars..

Long time...

Long time...So long, that I got tired from starring so much and so long...

But my eyes were full of excitement...

I was on the road again. Hola Coño! I am comming...

Madrid

I needed change. From a traveling monkey, I turned in the last months in homie. Knitting, sleeping...thats not life. Therefore, I packed my luggage, and took the plane straight to Madrid. Pics follow tomorrow

The Monkey Diet

Ok, I got caught. I dont remember who. I dont remember for how long. Fact is, I want to be more powerful, healthy, beautiful and fit and not to be caught by colds and viruses and aliens and to waste time of my life. So, I decided to start eating and getting healthy.
I found on blogger one chick. I like her. She seems to make good meals for herself. And she looks pretty strong and big. She could fight with an alien. Especially, with a cold one. I asked her to make me a healthy diet. But, Stela remember, I eat only tasty food and I will not become under no circumstance entirely vegan!

http://thesixbasics.blogspot.de


Probably, she will help me. Let see. I will write on her blog until she answers. She has a name of a Star. Therefore the alien will be afraid of her, I hope. I will search for fitness trainer too.

The Cold Alien

Well, Hamburgmonkey is not known for sunny and nice weather. But if you only knew, what I have been through past week. Grey. Not fifthy, but thousands shades of grey.

Then cold. So, cold that I never could imagine that inside of the fridge would be warmer. Only in one the lake froze.

So, I stayid in my bed for couple of days.

Shivering and depressed. When suddently, I heard someone in my back yard. Walking and scraching with nails on my window. If I had pants, I would have shited inside. So, scared I felt in the first moment. But then, I remebered my magic pink hat, that I knitted when I was sick, put it on and went outside to see who was there.

I looked around.

It was an alien. With one leg with three toes and it putted snow outside. I looked around again.

The alien made some signs in the alien snow. I think, they knew that I am special and were looking for me. All of the signs were in the direction to my door.

It even weared a huge shoe for it one leg. One leged, three toes and it forgot its shoe. The alien should be really cold then. I was shivering.

When someone grabbed me from behind...

This time, pants or no pants, I shited...

The Hat

I discovered a new talent in myself, when I got sick. I felt cold, had fever and I realized that what I needed exactly was a knitted hat and a scarf in the color of the real men - pink. To feel warm and masculine and to survive my first illness. Where do I know that pink has this power on men? I read it. I want to citate something: "In the 18th century, it was perfectly masculine for a man to wear a pink silk suit with floral embroidery,” says fashion scholar Valerie Steele, director of The Museum at the Fashion Institute Technology and author of several books on fashion. Steele says pink was initially “considered slightly masculine as a diminutive of red,” which was thought to be a “warlike” color." If you want to read it on your own, read here http://qz.com/114774/pink-used-to-be-a-masculine-color/

I discovered that I am gifted in knitting. Actually, the little kitten showed me.It knew it from its grand mother. The little kitten's grand mother is dead since more than 8 years now, but it teached the little kitten of so many things and skills, that she is still living in creating and passing over skills and warmth.

So, look at me:

 exactly, how the little kitten showed me, and how the grand mother of the little kitten showed it.

 And i knitted and knitted and knitted

 and knitted, and knitted, and knitted

 and knitted and knitted and knitted and it made me happy and warm.

 Not only warm, but also very very beautiful and stylish.

Kisses from Mr. Monkey Garlic Dior. Why Garlic? This is another story. Will tell it tomorrow. Good night kisses