I am in love with Aarhus since spring came. Forests, animals, sand, colors, sea shells, the wonderful smell of salty sea, flowers, sun, happy faces, kids, bikers (who like to wave at me and show off :D)...ah...everything I could wish for. I would definetly love living here now...and the houses next to the beach invite me to dream and build fairy tales.
As I was saying, today I took a box with some of my stuff to deliver them home by bus. So, I had the opportunity again to interact with Romanians...and it felt strange. I felt weird because I felt like I had to act differently I felt like a reject and as if I didn't go in the picture of my world. I am afraid I seem arrogant ..I can see people feeling this attitude in me...and I strongly try to avoid acting like that...so I just preferred to leave the box, take Marketa and leave as soon as possible. Marketa said that the scene had a certain colour in it, a colour you don't see in Danes...the bus drivers, the clothes, the language, the attitude and the broken scale for luggage added a certain sense of life to the image...a sense I feel, but for which I feel like changing myself in order to fit in.
A group of unknown people came to stay at our place over the night. They are Czech, 2 boys and 2 girls...friends of friends. Since we have a free room we offered to hold them over the night...and what a night...I didn't have so much fun in a while...we had a mixture of everything - red wine with bier with strong Czech alcohol and special cookies...and the result was strong...extreme hangover but happy, relaxed mood.
One of the guys told me that he was last summer in Bucharest and he felt in love with Motoare...he brought back the place in my mind...I miss it...I miss the noise of the people there, the music, the warm summer wind, the bier...I could never get enough of it...hanging out - doing nothing. To the beach we go...for picnic and volley ball. :*