I love coffee; this could be the title of the next best seller for all employees. We spend hours waiting for the beloved coffee-break, to relax and energise us. But do you know where it comes from? There are a lot of legends about the creation of this miraculous beverage.
In our previous article we took a look at friendship and the many types that exist. From acquaintances and colleagues through to traditional friendships of different levels, we examined what having friends is all about in life. We also touched briefly on the more recent phenomenon of online friendships. This month we'll take a closer look at "Friends in Cyberspace".
In the daily drama and comedy, that is life, it's nice to have friends. While family is extremely important, friends are a different support system of your choosing. As the saying goes, "You can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends." Choosing them wisely can make your life more exciting and inspiring.
All of us are used to foreign cuisine, even if we have never left our home country. We have at least heard of, if not tried, food from many lands - pasta perhaps or pizza, curry or moussaka , couscous and Salad Nicoise. Few of us have problems with such things. Breakfasts though can be another matter. Go into a French supermarket for instance and look in vain for your favourite cereal or even English sausage and bacon. In Germany my daughter was offered doughnuts and sauerkraut. I think my weirdest breakfast ever was on a plane which served a very spicy, stone cold, spinach omelette which I was assured was a ‘Full English Breakfast’. Americans eat bacon with syrup and pancakes and I know at least one Australian who eats grated beetroot for breakfast on the days she doesn’t eat grated apple - but she was just strange whatever her nationality. When I lived in Pakistan a kind hearted neighbour bought me what she had for breakfast several times a week until I plucked up the courage to tell her that large amounts of boiled, spicy spinach just weren’t my thing.
My dabble into landscape painting showed me how much fun it can be to be creative.
When I was a small child, I would rise at the first light of dawn. I could not sleep past six, even when my parents begged and pleaded with me to just sleep a little longer. After they came to the conclusion that my internal clock was on its own time schedule, they decided that I could go ahead and get up, as long as I quietly watched television. This sounded good, but in reality, there was really nothing on at six on a Sunday morning. One morning, though, I came across a show with a strange French guy who was painting landscapes with oil paints.
The term hippie is often misunderstood by many. When thinking of the word or term hippie, many people often picture a bunch of people with beards, headbands, peace signs and bell-bottom jeans (see above). Well, there is much more to the concept of what a hippie or the hippie movement is.