A little bit about me:
Born into a sedate village in the Swabian Alps, I spent a blithe childhood amongst
my lovely family, fantastic friends and fresh country air.
But soon it became obvious, "I need to go out and explore this awesome planet!"
This was one of the main reasons for my decision to start a career in the hotel industrie. I did a 3-year apprenticeship in the Moevenpick Hotel Neu-Ulm. Afterwards I stayed in Swabia for two more years, to finally pack my bags in winter 1998.
I left for Soelden, in the mountainous neighbouring country Austria. As not expected differently, the following months consisted of a fair bit of work, snow and après ski.
After so much winter I was ready for sea and sunshine. So off to Portugal I went, to beautiful Carvoeiro at the Algarve coast. Next to the mostly stressful saisonal job, I still managed to find plenty opportunities to laze about at the beach.
At my next stop, the Ibis Hotel London Heathrow, I was faced with the importance of speaking English, for the first time. My
(at this time) poor command of English frequently caused my co-workers to burst into laughter.
Back from the island I moved to "the world's greatest city" - Hamburg. I worked as a receptionist in the Alsterhof, right in the city centre. Two terrific years in an awesome cultural metropolis! But after two years of Alster, Kiez and Schanze I got hit by the travel bug again and it didn't take very long until the Working Holiday Visa for Australia arrived in my letter box.
Time to get lost in Down Under. During this amazing year I crossed this fascinating continent together with my loyal mate "Bruce". I worked at a funfair, in a casino restaurant, at catering events on the outskirts of the desert, poured Bundy-Rum in a small pup in no-man's-land and served wine to satey sticks with the world's best peanut sauce in a Malayan restaurant in Sydney. I discovered
a new and breathtaking world. A staggering vastness with the most intense colours I've ever seen, odd outback residents, empty beaches, a massive thunderstorm during the dry season and of course BBQs, BBQs, BBQs.
I had a hard time saying good bye and not even the discovery of the fully automatic, speaking toilet at the airport in Seoul could cheer me up.
That's why, after a few month at home, I packed my bag again and set out for wonderful Japan. At the beginning it was very difficult for me to get along in a country where an unfamiliar language is spoken and where jobs don't grow on trees. Frustrated and unemployed I left the capital and drove to Kyoto. Then - Jackpot! I got employed by Biwako Kisen in Otsu and was given the wonderful opportunity to work as a waitress on a paddlewheeler on Lake Biwa. Wearing a Dirndl-like dress, serving snacks and softdrinks on the open deck, whilst savouring the sublime view onto the surrounding mountains, accompanied by the delightful sound of a Dixiland-Jazz-Band - what job could be better than that? Of course I also never missed a chance to take a glips into the mystical world of shrines, tea ceremonies and Geishas and discovered a country that masterfully combines ancient tradition and modern age.
Once the work visa expired I decided to add some more month for travelling. With my backpack, flip-flops and natural buoyancy
I took a ferry to China and continued my adventure overland through Hongkong, Macao, Vietnam, Cambodia and Malaysia to Thailand. On the road I visited countless temples and historical buildings, slept in punishingly overcrowded trains, met a great deal of warm-hearted people, tasted the one or other curious delicacy and got lost in the gigantic diversity of different cultures, languages and traditions.
On the train from China to Vietnam I met two Expats on their way back to Hanoi, where they worked as language teachers. Throughout the whole journey they wouldn't stop telling me about their job with an incredibly contagious enthusiasm.
An - as one would say - fateful encounter.
The conception of working independently all over the world, by sharing my love for the English language, became an idea that wouldn't let go.
For this reason, I went to Barcelona to take a TESOL/TEFL course in the "Escola Mediterrania".
I passed the exam in autumn 2006.
And again, fate led me to Asia. Or more precisely, to Qinhuangdao in China. At first appearance, a very ugly industrial town, approximately 300 km east of Beijing. But if one bothers to take a second look, he will spot all those lively restaurants, the colourful markets and the long sandy beach in neighbouring Beideihe. It's also just a short trip to visit "Laolongtou", the head of the big dragon, who lies down to drink from the sea - better known as the eastern end of the Great Wall of China.
Working as an English teacher for EF was great fun. I taught all age groups and language levels, from three-year-old students via teenagers and adults up to business classes. I gave group lessons as well as private lessons and enjoyed every minute of it. To put it crudely, I had a blast.
My time in China was followed by another journey through South-East-Asia, a winter season in Bad Hofgastein, two summer jobs in a high ropes course and a 5-month trip from Panama to Mexico.
By doing this, another two and a half years went by until I eventually came back for good in 2010. Since then I have been working as a freelance English teacher. In 2013 I started teaching
German as a foreign language and since 2014 I have been licensed by telc
to conduct the oral A1-B2 examination.
Thanks for reading.
See you soon ... ... in order to avoid
things like that :-)