Why It’s Not Okay To Lecture Me About My Diet Just Because I’m Vegan

“I don’t like vegans because they always try to lecture me.”

Yeah, right.

I won’t lie – there are vegans who are pretty ‘fanatic’ and have to bring up the discussion of meat vs no meat vs being vegan at every opportunity. Most aren’t like that. On the other hand, try being vegan and sitting down with a bunch of omnis at a restaurant.

Recently, I drove my grandparents to their friends’ house and we all decided to go for lunch. The only option for me was a salad, which was fine because I wasn’t there for myself but just to accompany my grandparents. I didn’t say a single word about food that day. Out of the blue, the woman turned to me and said “Being vegan is SO unhealthy, I really think you should stop that.” Like – what the fuck? Why did she feel that it was okay to criticize my diet? She kept talking about how unhealthy it is (all while eating her pork swimming in sauce with fries on the side – okay) and even tried to talk about a doctor who had apparently told her son how unhealthy being vegan was. All while I was still sitting there quietly, contemplating what to say while my grandma was embarrassed. I just told her that the doctor was wrong and that I am sure that I get all the nutrients I need, and that I didn’t want to discuss my choices. I would’ve said more, but my grandma was already embarrassed.

I don’t understand. Why do I have to defend my diet while eating meat is totally acceptable? Even being super unhealthy is more accepted than eating vegan.

People feel like they have the right to comment on alternative diets but I can’t criticise a conventional diet including meat and dairy because then I’m just a fanatic vegan stereotype. Regarding food, I really keep to myself, I don’t comment on anyone’s diet – healthy or unhealthy, meat or no meat, because frankly, it is a personal choice. While I love to educate those who are interested, I never bring it up unprompted.

So now, pray tell, why can’t omnivores give me the same common courtesy?

Have a picture of my super unhealthy food choice this morning:



4 Amazing Couchsurfing Stories

.. and they all happened to me during the past 18 months. I had never tried couchsurfing before, though I was registered on the website. If you don’t know, it’s a website where everyone can sign up to host travelers and be hosted by locals for a number of days that you agree upon.

What you usually read are scary stories, things gone wrong, weird hosts and stolen goods. While it can be dodgy and I have had my fair share of weird experiences, I wanted to show a different side: the amazing people that you meet and the extraordinary experiences that you can have.

#1 Joe in Quebec City

We arrived at Joe’s house and the first thing he did was invite us up to his roof for a beer. It was noon, a hot summer day and the roof wasn’t actually accessible – we literally climbed out of the window and up the slope. He then told us about his plan: He was a radio host, so he asked us to be on his show. The show is in French, my friend doesn’t speak a word in that language, but that wasn’t a problem, as he had a different idea. He was going to ask the questions in French while we answer in German. Needless to say, we had a blast during that show (where everyone was drinking again). Not sure what the listeners thought, but it was a hilarious experience for us.

#2 Mike in New York City

Mike lives in New Jersey, just across the river from Manhattan, and he gave us his basement. The house had a pool that we could use, a huge kitchen and his lovely wife and daughter. As if that wasn’t enough, he thought that there was too much traffic to go into the city, so naturally, he took us to Manhattan on his boat. On the way back it was almost time for the sunset, so he asked us if we’d like to make a detour to the Statue of Liberty – umm, yes?? He was the best, honestly, I trusted him so much that I left my car with him while I flew to California. He showed us around Manhattan, he was the best host I could imagine.

#3 Sharon in Los Angeles

We didn’t meet Sharon through Couchsurfing, but I’ll tell the story anyway because it’s THAT amazing. We were in the Sierra Nevada, sitting in those hot springs and got talking to Sharon and her friend Amy. They gave us their numbers in case we’d go to Los Angeles so we could stay with them. We called Sharon a few weeks later and she offered to let us stay at her house. We got there, she was just about to leave – for the weekend! She went to the store, bought everything we’d need, told us how to care for her dogs and left. We had a house in the hills in L.A., Netflix, dogs, food and a whole weekend to ourselves. Is there anything better?

#4 Molly in Tahoe City

When we arrived at Molly’s cabin, we were amazed: built out of wood, tiny, but so beautiful! Two blocks away from the famous Lake Tahoe. She had to leave right away, but let us take her two dogs down to the lake, she showed us her box of veggies from the market that we could use, and she offered to take us to yoga. She’s such a kind spirit, it was great to meet her and the way she trusted us with her dogs right away was incredible.

Have you ever had an amazing experience with Couchsurfing? I’d love to hear about it!

How To Deal With Homesickness

Everyone who has been traveling knows homesickness. It doesn’t always have to be the soul-crushing sadness that some people talk about, it can also mean the inexplicable feeling you get when you see pictures of your best friend’s birthday while you’re not there or the festival in your city that you always went to. It can come after a week or after a year, often in waves, and it’s not always something you recognize at first. The question is though – what can you do?

The advice you usually find in these kinds of posts is ‘going out’ and ‘distracting yourself’. While that is very true, it’s never that easy. Usually there’s also the advice to ‘not call your friends and family because you’ll miss them more’. Honestly? I think it’s bullshit.

Call your Mum to tell her you love her, to hear about what she’s been up to. Call your best friend and tell her that her birthday looks like the most fun ever and you wished you were there. Call your sister and tell her that everything sucks because you’re missing home. It’s okay. It honestly is.

Don’t spend days and weeks on the phone with them, but just call them if you feel like that’s what you need. Afterwards you might feel worse – that’s true. But you also won’t think about calling them anymore and you can go out and do something else. You might feel better, too. For me, that depends on the situation. Don’t force yourself to not have contact with your loved ones though, in my experience, that almost never helps.

If you have a friend that’s been through something similar, talk to them. If you don’t, find someone on the internet who’s been through the same thing (facebook groups are a good way to start). There’s nothing to be ashamed of, if someone says that they never miss home – well, they are either lying or they really don’t have anything worth missing back home, and that’s just as sad as being homesick.


How To Live In A Minivan

Living in a van sounds romantic, right? Driving wherever the road leads you, parking the car where you like it, sleeping with a view of the stars above, breakfast at the beach.. Sometimes it actually is that way. Sometimes it’s not though. There’s police officers chasing you away, rainy days where you don’t have anywhere to go, a lack of privacy and most importantly mosquitoes. Tons of mosquitoes.

Anyway, the all in all six months I spent living on the road in a van were some of the best ones in my life. Hard, but also fun. I am going to talk about some important points and maybe after that you’ll decide that clearly, living in a van is not for you. Maybe you’ll want to try it out sometime, though!

Get a van. Obviously. There’s tons of different models, big ones, small ones.. I decided on a minivan, a Honda Odyssey 2002, which I bought with my friend David who helped with checking that it’s running smoothly (because frankly, while I’m a good driver, I don’t know much about cars). The good thing about minivans is that they don’t use a lot of gas and are quite cheap on the upkeep. Other good models would be a Ford Windstar or a Dodge Grand Caravan. Bigger vans are more expensive on gas, but have more space. Whatever fits your budget. Local car dealers might have what you need, but private sales on sites like craigslist are usually the cheaper option. Registration and insurance are important, even in countries where you don’t necessarily need it (looking at you, New Zealand!). If you have questions about the Canadian system, let me know, I know quite a bit about that.

Name your van. Totally necessary step! Mine was called Bobby (the car).

car mountains

Equip your van. You don’t need a fully equipped backpacker van with a bed and everything, despite what everyone says. I even kept the seats in there in case I wanted to bring more people and to sell it in the end as a normal car, not just for backpackers. I simply put an air mattress in the back, flipped the seats to the front and bought sleeping bags. Very important: make some curtains (we used shower curtains, another time just cut up some fabric from Walmart)! If not, you’ll have street lights or the sun shining in your face (especially fun if you go to Alaska in the summer – we had kind of forgotten that it won’t be dark at night). A camping cooker is pretty handy. You’ll figure out what you need along the way, depends on how long you want to live in it.

car inside


Find a travel partner. Of course you can also go by yourself, but it can get quite lonely and you might not want to sleep in dodgy areas. I traveled with a girl I met on a farm, then a friend from Germany joined us and in the end it was just the German friend and I. There will be arguments, it won’t always be easy, but in the end I was so glad I had someone by my side to share this adventure.

Find a route. Check if there are unpaved roads. You are risking popped tires (I had three of those during the 15 months I had the van), and if a road is only suitable for 4WD, don’t go on it if you have 2WD. Check for road conditions. Do you have snow chains if needed? Do you even have winter tires? You won’t need them if you’re roadtripping through California in the summer, but go up to the Rockies and it might be a different story. Also remember that in some parts of the world, you won’t  find gas stations every few kilometres, sometimes there might be a few hundred in between. Know the route.

Sleeping. There are different rules in every country, but in general, you are pretty unsuspicious in a minivan. Nobody will suspect that there’s someone sleeping in there, unless you wash your dishes in a parking lot at 10 am (yes I did that. Yes I got caught). Ideally find somewhere where a public toilet is nearby (or alternatively a bunch of bushes). In the US and Canada, you are allowed to camp in most Walmart parking lots, so if you’re near a city, that’s a safe option. Other big supermarkets sometimes allow it, too. There’s public rest areas, a lot of those are okay. Sometimes they are next to the beach, the most perfect spots. Sometimes there’s fire places, go there. Other people have camped there before and most likely didn’t get caught. Check Allstays and Freecampsites (they are not always reliable, but I found some awesome spots on there!)

Don’t leave a trace. Take your garbage with you. In so many places I found other people’s trash, it’s not pretty. There are less and less places where it’s allowed to camp without paying, and people that leave their trash are the reason for that. Don’t be a part of the problem.

Apologize to the police if they find you. The two times I ran into the police while sleeping in a van, the encounters weren’t bad. A warning, they sent me away, that’s it. Don’t turn up again the next day! They might give you a fine sometimes, but usually they just warn you the first time.

Find a place to shower. There’s a few places where you can shower. Firstly, there’s community centres or pools. Truck stations often have showers (for a fee, obviously, but they are mostly pretty clean and sometimes you can do your laundry, too!), some hostels will let you shower. Campgrounds will most likely let you shower for a fee (or you just walk in and don’t get caught).

Take a break. Sometimes it’s good to book a motel room just for one night. You’ll see when you’re at that point. For me, it mostly came after about three to four weeks. It’s okay – you don’t have to live on the road full time.

Word of advice: It always sounds great to buy a van and then sell it in the end, because you’ll get your money back anyway, right? No, not always right. Sometimes it costs a lot on the road because it’s expensive to get parts replaced or repaired, and sometimes you won’t be able to sell it for the same price because the demand isn’t high. We were lucky with repairs, just a few new tires and oil changes, but in the end, our brakes were done, the doors didn’t work and we had to scrap him. So when you buy a car, always remember that you might not get your money back. Still cheaper than a rental though, and to be honest, way cooler. Once we knew that we wouldn’t get any money for it, we drew on the ceiling – in the end it was an artwork of our time there.

scrap van

Got any questions about living on the road? Let me know, I’d love to help!

Around The World In 526 Days

I only planned to travel the world. Not literally around the world. It somehow happened anyway, and it’s been glorious! How, you may ask? That’s quite a long story with lots of ups and downs, turns and a few loopings. After I got my bachelor’s degree in February 2015, I knew, that I wasn’t ready to face work life yet. I just had to go abroad. On March 31, my flight left from Frankfurt to Denver, where my sister was living at the time. I didn’t know at that point that it’d be 18 months until I set foot on German ground again. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it to Denver that day. Thanks to a storm I had to spend the night in Reykjavik, Iceland, and had 24 hours to explore he city. After that, I spent a week in the Rockies with my sister, we celebrated Easter, fought against the snow and then went hiking with a sunburn. Welcome to the USA!


After that, I was off to the real destination of my trip: Canada. Black bears playing in the grass on the side of the road. Grizzlies hunting in the fields. Moose crossing roads. Clear lakes that never quite warm up. Mountains that have barely ever been climbed by humans. Neverending roads, that go straight for hundreds of kilometers. Snow so high you can’t see out your window. All of that is Canada. Most of all, it’s home for me.

It all started in 2008 when I spent a year in Quebec when I was 16 years old. I lived with a family, got my high school diploma and promised my friends that I’d be back. I kept that promise. Between 2009 and 2013, I visited my favourite country four times.

It was now April 2015 and I was back for longer. I stayed in Montreal for the first month with my friend David and visited my old host family in Cowansville almost every week. I wandered through the city, ate Poutine at La Banquise, hiked on Mount Royal, discovered shops I already knew and some I didn’t. Most importantly, I spent time with the ones I loved.

Mai was a pretty special month. On a website called workaway.info I had found a farm in Port Hope, close to Toronto, where I was able to work and live (I didn’t have a working visa at that point, it was volunteering). I spent some of the best days of my trip there with Lin, her daughter Julie and their dogs and horses. I loved it so much that I went back there in August and even watched the farm for Lin while she visited her son in Alberta. In Port Hope, I also met Cassy. We decided to go on a roadtrip to the Eastern part of the country together. I had already bought a van, put a bed inside and called him Bobby.

For six weeks we now lived on the road. The cliffs in the Gaspesie in Quebec, neverending forests in New Brunswick (and neverending rain), the red shores of Prince Edward Island and the Highlands on Cape Breton were some of the highlights, just like the dolphins we saw in Nova Scotia were. We slept in Walmart parking lots or at the beach, drank beer on the roof of a student in Quebec who interviewed us on his radio show and drove thousands of kilometres. I spent my 23rd birthday doing tidal rafting and my friend from Germany, Stine, joined us. That was the beginning of our one month long trip to the US!

We drove down to New York City and slept in a house with a pool by a guy called Mike, who also took us on his yacht. He kept our car while we flew down to San Francisco. We spent time in Los Angeles, hiked in the Grand Canyon, relaxed in hot springs in the Sierra Nevada and climbed mountains at Lake Tahoe. We lived with Molly who let us take her dogs down to the lake, and with Sharon who gave us her house for a weekend in L.A. We partied in Las Vegas with Tokio Hotel, a German band that I got to know a few years ago, and I visited their shows in Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, New York, Baltimore and Philadelphia. Back in NYC, Mike took us on a boat to watch the sunset near the Statue of Liberty and we said goodbye. At that point, my life was so fast that I couldn’t even think clearly.

After these first five months on the road, it was time for a break. I got my work visa and Stine and I drove 4000 kilometres west to Jasper, a little village in Jasper National Park in Alberta. We had a job offer from The Fairmont Jasper Park Lodge. We ended up staying much longer than planned – we lived and worked there for more than seven months. We hiked on our days off, explored beautiful lakes, glaciers and mountains. We drove the legendary Icefield Parkway to Lake Louise and Banff, made lots of friends and the best time. I rediscovered my love for cross country skiing and snowboarding, we celebrated Christmas, New Years and Easter with new friends, saw the Northern Lights lighting up the night sky and managed to save up quite a bit of money for our next trip.

May 2016 was when our next big roadtrip started. We started at the beginning of the Alaska Highway in Dawson Creek and reached Alaska after a few days and a stop in Whitehorse, Yukon. We didn’t only see bears and moose, but also bisons, we slept in places where nobody was for hundreds of kilometres and finally stayed in the US’ northernmost state for ten days. Nature was breathtaking up there and the sun never really sets in summer, it was beautiful. On the way back we hiked in Kluane National Park and visited the Olympic Village in Whistler, British Columbia. We took the ferry to Vancouver Island and stayed there for two weeks. Such a different climate! Rainforests everywhere. We surfed in Tofino, lied on empty beaches and watched the Euro world cup in an Irish pub in Victoria. It was the end of June, our last days in Canada. We met our friend Julia from Jasper in Vancouverand spend a few days there. Bobby’s journey came to an end. We had to scrap him after 30 000 kilometres.

You might think that it was time to go home. It wasn’t. On June 30th we arrived in Auckland, New Zealand. For seven weeks we drove around the North – and South Island. It was winter, but for winter in New Zealand is pretty warm. We even went to the beach in the North. The Tongariro Alpine Crossing was a real highlight, we hiked through active volcanic terrain, smoking volcanoes, balancing on craters. For two weeks we did some work for stay with Melissa and Burton close to Wellington. Kiwi life at its best! I was able to ride the horses everyday, up in the hills, through rivers. Amazing days. We celebrated my 24th and Stine’s 26th birthday. I went snowboarding in August, we saw beautiful valleys and lakes, snow-covered palm trees, empty beaches, neverending fiords – New Zealand is a dream! Nevertheless, the nights in hostels became pretty exhausting. We also had an accident that cost us 2000$ excess for our rental car.

Next stop: Thailand. On August 20th we flew to Melbourne and then Bangkok. A new culture, haggling with taxi and tuk tuk drivers, almost dying when walking on the side of the road and very different hygiene standards. There were also breathtakingly beautiful temples, neverending markets, the friendliest people and an incredible amount of exotic fruit for almost no money. Ayutthaya and Chiang Mai in the North were our first stops. Chiang Mai is amazing for going out to eat, we basically had red, green and yellow curries all day, as well as fruit shakes. We hiked to see beautiful waterfalls, rice fields and rain forest in Doi Inthanon National Park. We spent the second week on an island called Koh Lanta where we didn’t do anything except for sleeping, eating and relaxing. We fell asleep to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, how beautiful is that? We also started to mentally prepare for ‘home’. One last stop in Bangkok, a few massages, manicure, pedicure – ready to take on the long flight to Germany!

This is how I arrived back in Germany after 526 days, i had accidentally traveled around the world and brought home a rucksack with almost no clothes, but lots of experiences. 18 months on the road have not always been easy. I missed having a home, there were bad days, car troubles, sickness. I am so lucky to have a family who supported me through everything, who was always there to skype when I felt down. I had the best travel partner who was by my side every day. I have friends in Germany who couldn’t wait to have me back. I saw a whole ton of things and I’m now ready to face real life for a while. I miss Canada and I promised my friends the same thing I always do – I’ll be back.

A New Beginning

Well, hi there. Maybe a cliche start. Maybe a cliche blog. Maybe not though.

This is not my first blog. I had one when I was younger (it’s off the internet now, believe me, not worth reading) and then I had one for the past 18 months, where i documented my travels around the world. It was mainly for my family and friends and for that reason it was in German, most of them don’t speak English well enough (for those of you who speak German or just like to look at the pictures, it’s mainly in diary style). Inspired by one of my best friends Tina and a Portuguese girl I met a long time ago, Ines, I decided to keep writing – I love writing, always have, always will. I’ve written for newspapers, small and big, for online magazines, and now I decided to share something a bit more personal with the internet. Hence this blog.

I have traveled a lot in the first 24 years of my life and I plan to do the same in the future, so look forward to some adventures. I’ll also share some thoughts about backpacking, living in a car, certain destinations, etc. I have lots of ideas, so expect a lot of posts about that. A second main theme of this blog will be veganism. I’ve been a vegetarian for six years, some of those vegan, but after coming back from traveling I decided to be completely vegan. Mainly for ethical and health reasons, I might go into that one day. Expect recipes, restaurant tips, how to be vegan in different countries.. Who knows what else I might think of. The rest of the posts will be personal (expect me to go deep, I have a passion for self exploration, reflection and inspirational stuff) and lifestyle (redecorating my place for example, because that’s my next big project). There might be some social justice posts because I’m a feminist with all my heart.

Read a bit more about me on my about page – if you have any questions, ask away. If you have a great blog, let me know, I’m looking for more great blogs to follow.


If you want to find out why I live to run, stay tuned.