Southern Corners 40 - island Fuerteventura

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Visiting my beloved island Fuerteventura means not only staying at the ocean and watching the blue and the waves for hours and hours. 

It is also the peaceful and very quiet atmosphere around our lovely house. The small things glowing in the golden light of silent days which fill heart and soul again. 

Smelling the scent of blooming oleanders and salt in the air, listening to the quiet cooing of the pigeons... 

... and looking forward to a delicious fish dinner at the seaside restaurant. 

Home again the sundown is kissing the mountains and we are surely in heaven, we know it. 

In the south the senses are heightened. The hands become more agile,

the eye more attentive and the thinking clearer.

Vincent van Gogh

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Southern Corners 39 - Lake Zürich, Switzerland

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Some stays are much more beautiful than others because of the selected hotel, the weather, the local food, etc. And these memories above are truly some of the best hotel room outlooks we've ever made. 

It was growing dusk, the blue hour when solid things take on a certain transparency
and phantoms become palpable.

- Kage Baker

And as a cherry on the cake we've had a magical Alpenglow. 

Alpenglow (from German: Alpenglühen, lit. 'Alps glow'; Italian: enrosadira) is an optical phenomenon that appears as a horizontal reddish glow near the horizon opposite to the Sun when the solar disk is just below the horizon.

Our hotel was the gorgeous Alex Lake Zürich located at Thalwil, Switzerland and that's what we see when we look out of our lovely room. 

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In der Maienfrühe

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In der Maienfrühe

Lang seufzt ich vergebens,

es war mir im Drang

und Unmut des Lebens

verstummt der Gesang.

Nun bauen die Sänger

des Waldes ihr Nest,

nun halten mich länger

die Sorgen nicht fest.

Die Sorge, die eisig,

das Herz mir umschnürt,

hat alle der Zeisig

und Buchfink entführt.

Welch üppiges Blühen

in Wald und Geheg!

Die Qualen und Mühen,

nun jauchz' ich sie weg.

Früh auf aus dem Bette,

durch Wald und Gesträuch…

Ich pfeif um die Wette,

ihr Vögel, mit eich!

Ich singe und pfeife,

so wie mir's gefällt,

durchschwärme, durchstreife

die lachende Welt.

Und sättige wieder

des Herzens Begier…

Auch hab' ich ja Lieder

und Flügel wie ihr!

Heinrich Leuthold, 1827 -1879

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