Odense in spring

The Czech people we had over last week brought back the urge to travel in me. Seeing them with backpacks, ready to hit the road made me dream again and leave the house. That's how I decided to take Marketa with me and go in Odense at Mihai. And a smart decision that was, especially since he will be leaving at the begging of May and I will only, probably, see him in Bucharest.

It was the perfect trip...very active 2 days and a half trip. We visited the city, played basketball, badminton, fuss ball, pool, got semi drunk and played truth or dare in the Kollegiet bar, barbecued  played football with French/Spanish/Greek and whatever other nationalities we met, went canoeing, got attacked by a swan (the first and hopefully last time in my life...I got so scared), watched movies, cooked and slept well...not with Mihai this time, but with Marketa. I have feet are bruised...but I am suntanned, relaxed and happy to have enjoyed the great weather on the Catholic/Protestant Easter.

Beaching with strangers

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. :*

To live, love, laugh, hug & cry

Tomorrow I will send home the first part of my life in Aarhus, a box of clothing and books.

I am so bad at keeping in touch with people. My Mexican friend, David went to Taiwan this week and met with my Taiwaness freind, Peggy...for me they both became people I answer to from time to time... forgetting the fun times we had together. I do this with all the friends separated from me by distance. I am afraid that this will happen with the friends I have now too :(...I know it will. I always promise to write and I never do...The riot in Chisinau reminded me of my MIRC friend Calin...I was so close to him at some point and I enjoyed talking to him...but then I don't know when everything stooped ..and now I don't know and I have no way of finding out if he's ok or not. I guess this makes me a bad friend and a bad person...I am too spoiled by the people around me...I should be ignored for a time and maybe then I will start reaching.

Today I gave permission to my parents to euthanise my dog, if they consider necessary. So on Saturday they will probably take her to the vet...and this is one of the most painful decisions I had to take in my life... controlling a life. I know she will not get better...and I know she will die and suffer an agonising pain before that. I hate this and I don't even want to imagine it...as selfish as it may sound...I am happy not to be there. I've took decisions over other lives before, but it has never been so painful...I will not buy a pet for a long time...

It should be normal for me by now to loose what I love because of time and distance...but it never stops hurting...