
I am so happy there are two big guys around (my fiancé and my brother) to help carrying around these things. My back hurts already thinking about it...
Dortmund - Leverkusen - Rio de Janeiro - Chemnitz - Sao Paulo - Flensburg - Barcelona. Home is where there is an internet connection ;-)

and zack, the apartment was full... my parents friends were sitting on the other side of the room ;-)

Then it got later and i tried to bewitch the cat. It worked somehow. At least as long as I still had some food in my fingers. Then she somehow lost interest.
So, we thought we would end the night with some nice little candles and the fire burning. Burning. Burning. At present we have 25°C in our apartment. That's 77°F (see http://www.heise.de/ix/browser/javascript/fahrenheit.html with the usual disclaimer of course)

Daniel, my second brother (22 years until the 25th) also helped us, especially explaining Danny how he could put the decoration on the tree without hurting his fingers.
Well, then the tree was almost ready and we started to decorate ourselves. Here you see me and my brother displaying some nice little appels. 
OK, and that's the result. A nice little (well, big) Christmas tree with candles, angels, appels, nuts and other things.
So, this is a German (?) tradition: we have this Adventskranz (literally advent wreath), just that in my case it's more a rod. But well, the important thing are the four candles, one for every sunday before Christmas. So, now you know: only two weeks left until the "Christkind" is coming to drop off some presents. Hopefully. If you behaved, at least, I guess. 
That's me and the effect november is having on me: getting whiter and whiter (I want my Brazilian sun tan back!) and getting used to really thick wool pullovers. But at least they keep me warm, in nice teamwork with my tea. Green tea of course.
And here you see a nice little street in Flensbug. It is saturday evening, so there is not much going on. Probably most of the people are at home, drinking tea and eating cake, or their are taking advantage of the great weather to explore the beach.




To get to the Sugar Loaf you need to take the cable car. Here you see the version from 1919 (or something near that date). Find the yellow man in the yellow car. 
And that's how Sugar Loaf looks from Urca-Hill (the frist cable-car station). Well, and my man in front of the Sugar Loaf.
Me and the center of Rio from the Urca-Hill, before going on to the Sugar Loaf.
The "post-card"-view from Sugar Loaf. Copacabana. The (very tiny) red arrow shows where my apartment is. More or less at least.

Well, I could give you some photos of a congress room with about 2500 congress participants, but I guess you prefer this one, where you actually see me. We shared the dormitory at the youth hostel and had a lot of fun discussing questions about hetero, homo, bi and bi-curious.