Friday, April 17, 2009

Double Easter in 2009

Catholic Easter:

Because in Denmark they don't have egg paint, we had to follow traditions and colour eggs with onion leaves. It worked (to my surprise because I never did this)!In Denmark, Easter is only symbolicaly celebrated. Only children paint eggs, with acrylics  This is because, as Henry, my work supervisor said, you don't get anything for Easter...he said "give a Dane money or presents and he will celebrate whatever you want"...but this came from the mouth of an atheist, so I don't know if I should take it as it is or not...fake and superficial maybe, or just pragmatic nation...judge it as you may. But since I live with Czechs, I had a fast, but nice Catholic Easter...because they respect traditions, and even if Easter is more like a celebration of spring...they celebrate it similar to Orthodox.

Orthodox Easter:
Friday
- lunch at the beach...on the molo in the sea (no words can describe this) and our favourite shopping (Marketa is so bad in buying shoes, I can't believe she's complaining about my habits of long shopping, when it took her 1 hour to decide for a pair of shoes she didn't finally buy - she bought another one in the end :P)!!

Sunday
Marketa went to Barcelona this morning. So...I am home alone again. I am too lazy to go to church or even out shopping for food, even if the sun is inviting. I will stay home, watch a movie and start my essays...and other school stuff. I would like to finish my first 2 essays before Wednesday, when Marketa returns, so that we can enjoy the weather by going out everyday...eating at the beach, reading along the Aarhus river and running around Brabrand lake. At home everyone is meeting and spendig time with their family...that's how it always is. Food, gifts, talking and maybe going out...tht would've been my day today if I was in Bucharest. My fist Easter and major holiday away from home. More to follow, I am sure...but at least I will aprecite it more that before when I will be there :).

Monday, April 13, 2009

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.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

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. :*