Amsterdam, was nice to meet you!

Damas en heren,

Next stop Amsterdam Schipol. Long time ago same lady was welcoming me in Amsterdam: „bla bla bla Muiderpoort Station”. I still can’t really understand the voice in the train.

Same as long time ago, with my big luggage trying to get in the train. Of course, I’m again complaining; no man helped me to bring the luggage inside. Of course, I’m in the country where ladies and gentlemen are always equal and women are small superheroes carrying, fighting and doing same amount of physical tasks as men. No complaint for this anymore, only for this big luggage that I can’t really bring inside. Oh, finally a man is coming to help me. Of course, he is not Dutch. And of course, I’m happy for receiving help.

I wished today a super Dutch weather, and that’s what I got. Lots of raindrops and wind and sun, and then everything again, one more time… So strange, wishing rain! But well, the Blubij…whatever, (the windmill with the beer) was a lot more beautiful today than first time I saw it… Some orange clouds and some other gray were on the top, bringing in the same time rain and sun 🙂.

Such a big mistake to walk in Amsterdam! I miss already my bike while a 5 min by bike distance became now a 15 min of walk…

And yeah, that’s the „I’m coming home song on my mind…”. Were is home? Is there, close to Amsterdam Centraal, where I’ve got some of the best pictures of Amsterdam….or maybe is there, in Vondelpark, where best summer stories were told…Or maybe is somewhere in the east, where the amazing story of biking to the seaside started, long time ago…

They say „home is where your heart is”. Oh, I let a piece of my heart in so many places. And one of the biggest pieces is there, in Amsterdam, where during my birthday is all about the tulip fields. Oh, again the leaning houses…still wishing to be inside one of them! 1849, 1700 and oh, again that super-old house from 1604.

And then, suddenly, everything around me start being „understandable”: the Dutch bla bla bla of Amsterdam became now Romanian… So great to finally hear people speaking to each other and being able to listen to their conversations!

But wait, no, no…you can’t tell a girl she’s stupid, even if you’re her boyfriend, and of course you can’t tell her to do something the way you want, just because you are „smarter than her”. Ehm, so sad…just a Romanian couple discussing about decisions, where while the girl is speechless the guy is telling her how stupid is she…uhm, that’s something that in Holland will be discussed as women being equal with the men. And then again, lots of Romanian words, lots of familiar faces, same stories for everyone.

And then clouds, while the boats, the houses, the sky, the sun…the blonde kids, bikes, feelings, beers, cheese, friends, and still many other are flying in my head…

„Welcome to Bucharest. The temperature is 9 degrees, the local time is 00:00…”

Such a story!