Weekend stories
I surely enjoyed the weekend, since it was rather full and spring-like too. Yes, I think spring came yesterday morning, and left yesterday evening. Now it's just the usual whatever-season weather.
As for the weekend, it involved a lot of eating and drinking. Saturday, we were invited to dinner by some friends and had the very usual (for them) three-course meal plus quite a lot of alcohol. Not bad, since the place to crush for that evening was a few houses away.
Sunday morning we went to a sort of brunch on European issues in the
town (village, if you ask me :-) where most of my husband's family live. Good to see that Europe is coming closer to its citizens in reality. For all of you Europeans who don't really get what I mean by my last phrase, you can get personalised info packages and training on demand from a real europhile (me, of course!)
Then came the good part, with some (finally!!!!) outdoor activities. We went biking for some good kilometers, in a T-shirt (I wasn't lying about spring on Sunday), enjoying the non-urban scenery. That surely does good for a change.
Since it was Romanian Easter yesterday too, we had a little gathering for eating and drinking (la vita รจ bella...) with some Romanian friends, and not only. Among the specialties (not necessarily traditional for Easter, but whatever tastes good is welcome!):
ciorba de burta,
chiftelute,
mici,
oua rosii,
cozonac...
But now again, another week to go... Until the next weekend with a big engagement party!
The Quest
No Holy Grail. Just a house. But this 'just a house' phrase seems to be more difficult to prove in reality. Anyway, it is getting a lot of our energy. We had a good choice until now, and then they sold it behind our backs for a bit more than we were willing to give.
Democracy.
Now it's back to square one. At least we have a better idea about the areas we're concentrating on. It does make things easier, but not less frustrating.
We know however how the kitchen would look like, the bathroom, the livingroom furniture... That thanks to the long evenings spent around various catalogues and brochures. A bit difficult to put that in practice yet.
In a more joyful line, I will start playing tennis again. 'Again' means after a pause of 3 years or so. I used to play long hours with Nadja in the sunny English days... Those were the days indeed. I will take some lessons too, so that the next time I meet my pro German friend, I will be able to win a game or two for once. That is a promise!
And fingers crossed, the spring may well be around. Yesterday I went for the first time without a coat on! It's a sign!
Counting Easter eggs in order not to fall asleep
In case you wonder if I am still frustrated because spring is not here, well, there is no news: I am still frustrated and spring is not here.
Although, there are quite some signs of spring around. Not only the shy sun that tries to come out of the clouds or the love in the air, but also Easter. It is quite irrelevant what kind of Christian you are (I don't suppose other religions would care about Easter), and I am talking here about
different dates of Easter if you are catholic or orthodox. That doesn't matter. You have the same
Easter eggs.
I am not talking about
these Easter eggs, not eaven about
this kind of Easter eggs, but more likely about
this kind of eggs. That is why
here, Easter begins right after Christmas. So basically, why am I complaining? Spring began in February (that's when Christmas is over) and I there's chocolate available all through the year.
Ignoring my nice chocolate ideas above, some probably wondered why I took yet another break in writing something here. I did warn you some time ago that I am organising some event. You know, the type of activity I always swear it's the last thing I do, especially when it comes to that
great student association I used to be part of in the old days. Everything went pretty well. Especially the partying part, where I had to accompany people out for about 5 nights in a row. Really, I couldn't do anything about it, I had to. That explains why my eyes keep closing in front of my screen.
