My Sun(ny)day

Strange enough, while the weekdays are extremely cold, the weekends are super shiny. As the girls said, the dogs from the association must have their little paws crossed the whole week and pray for a shiny weekend, so they can get adopted and visited at the shelter by lots of people.

I started going to the shelter again, since the cold came. Though I've been there before at the beginning of the year, I skipped during summer. Now, when I went back, I really felt like crying...it was a mix of excitement and happiness to see the dogs again and the sadness of seeing them THERE. It's obvious that for some of them the hope for adoption doesn't exist....and they might spend their whole dog life in that field. At the same time, a whole new row of pens has been build which means that their numbers grew.

Today was one of those Sundays...beautiful weather, lots of people and happy tails. We fed them, cleaned the pens, cleaned around the pens, changed their water, fixed some of the doghouses and loved them. They seamed the happiest creatures on earth. I love to see them happy...especially when I know their sad stories.

I am super tired, but very content for sharing a bit of my time and heart in a worth-full way.

Miami

I realized that I have no spoof about my trip to Miami. It's been almost two months since I went back to the big S. I guess I didn't write anything about the trip because it wasn't that exciting. Strange, but true. I was missing the vibe of the city, I guess it's just not my type of city. 

I spent my first days at the conference, not visiting much...except for the conference room and expensive restaurants. I stayed at The National and had a grand view. The hotel staff read my mind and gave me a beautiful ocean view room. My first jet lagged nights were marvellous nights spent watching out the window and listening to the ocean. Missing the sunrise typical Bolero, I watched the sun raise up from the ocean surrounding itself with a beautiful red blooded curtain.

My first visit outside the hotel was the beach...I can't even remember how I got there, it seamed to be just behind the hotel...just when I got back I realized that I've been walking for a while. The beach was simply beautiful...and after first seeing it, I couldn't wait to go there again and take a swim in the ocean. And that's just what I did as soon as the conference ended. South Beach is really small so as soon as I moved to the hostel, I took a long walk and saw everything there was, bought souvenirs, and then I spent the extra day and a half I had...at the beach. I was completely sun burned, so sun burned that I had to wear a skirt on my flight back, but I just couldn't leave the soft burning sand and the crystal clear water. That was the best thing about Miami...but I'm sure beach paradises can be found in many other places around the world, even better ones. 

It was a great place for complete relaxation...I would go back, but not alone...it has a great wild side that I'd also like to experience.

Interning

Here I am, an inter again. Why? I might be mentally deranged, but this internship is actually the closest to the answer "where do you see yourself 5 years from now?". It has a lot to do with what I like, what I learned in school and my work experience till now...not to mention it's US related.

I am an intern for the US Commercial Service. I am very scared and paranoid about reveling information due to the security interview I had to go through, and that's such a pitty, because it is the coolest place ever. I wanted to go there because lately I wasn't feeling so much "out there", and I needed to resuscitate my social life. I went there to meet people I guess. The acceptance process took a long time, but it was worth it. The new morning "job" will end on the 10th of December...and this first week it blended pretty well with my afternoon job.

I'm glad that I can compare the atmosphere and the work done at the US CS with the one from the Romanian Embassy/Consulate in Spain (in both places I was an intern and worked with specially trained Romanians). All I can say is that, sadly Romania is extremely far from the world of the big ones.

Ah yes...this week I had my job birthday - I'm a 3 years old official/state registered working class hero and I've been in the best office ever for the past year. Time flies...