Karin's Adventures

My general approach to life is to not overthink it. I’m keeping it simple, easy, practical, just letting nature run its course, and going with the flow. I realize that this may not be the best way to handle all aspects of everybody’s life on a global level, but I believe it works very well for most of the situations I have encountered in my little niche of the Universe.

Usually I let everybody come to their own conclusions about how to handle things, I don’t give advice unasked for – but when somebody asks for it, I’ll freely share my opinion – keep it simple, don’t overthink it, doing less is often more.
So, when somebody asks me “What do you do to your skin that it looks so good?”, I will thank them for this lovely compliment – and then tell them: “not much.”

Actually, I do almost nothing to my face: I wash it twice a day with lukewarm water (absolutely no soap, or any other additives), and then I apply Nivea Creme lightly to the drier areas (on the cheeks, and around the eyes) without rubbing too much. When I spend a lot of time outside in the sun, I might apply sunscreen on top of that, or try to stay in the shade. I never use any kind of make-up, except during Carnival or Halloween to go with my costume.

If you want to try it for yourself, make sure you get the original Nivea Creme, made in Germany. I import my supply for a year when I travel to Germany for vacation, but you can also order it on Amazon: original German Nivea Creme

Just make sure you are getting the genuine German product, really made in Germany – not Mexico, Thailand, or wherever else.

My daughter posted a picture on Instagram today, about her first motorcycle lesson. All geared up and excited. As I clicked on “like”, smiling, I was reminded of my own excitement when I had finally saved up enough money to buy my first motorcycle, 36 years ago.

My mother didn’t like the idea of me riding, but she still gave me her father’s old motorcycle gloves, for good luck. I had never met my grandfather; he died long before I was born, but I remember photos of him on his beautiful Indian.

I knew I wanted to ride, in the front seat of course, when one of my classmates in highschool took me for a spin on his new HONDA in 1974. But, since my parents didn’t support the idea, I had to wait and save money to be able to pay for the license, and for the bike, and I had to be independent.

I got my motorcycle license in 1980, and in March 1981 I laid down 9,100.00 Deutsche Mark in cash at a BMW motorcycle dealership for this blue BMW R65 with white hardcases.