On the road – Biking!! (2nd series)

I'm new with this biking thing.. some people have done it for all their life.. as a matter of fact they cannot even imagine it how it is not to have a bike. No to jump on a bike (in the morning) and get to your job, uni, musical, date, concert, circus, pub, whatever! They've been biking for as long as they can remember.

Now as I'm new to this, I take pleasure in doing it. I like the wind in my hair, the fantastic moves I make, the motion, the street, the people, the kids in front and back.. I still cannot imagine it how people talk on the phone, hold children still, a umbrella and groceries. I still think they must be some sort of spider-men and women to be able to do so.

But anyhow, Salilorboy's teaching me tricks and making me practice. In this direction, we bikes to Haarlem. I don't even know how many kilometers there are up to there. Something between 15 and 30. We anyhow took one long and one short route, so we might as well had done around 40-50km, that's not something you'd do every day. At the same time, I felt good, no shade of exhaust.

I guess my going off to work by bike every day paid off. In our way there we encountered the most peculiar garden I've ever seen. Besides the tractors or used instruments and devices planted artishly around the garden, there were real animals, including a lama or two.. very strange indeed. Do you just import them from Peru?!

Well anyhow, we got there, sat at a terrace... it was fabulous weather out there!! did some walking around. We surprisingly saw that there was a jazz festival we didn't know about,

but also decided not to stay there, 'cause it'd take us to long to get home afterwards.. we biked back after a relaxing time to an even more lazy time at home.. watching a film, doing nothing.. just perfect!!

In One Word: YUM!!

If sailorboy’s birthday is coming up, what are you going to say?! You’re so lovely great perfect lovable wonderful… in one word: YUM!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utVMxahPm24

So then it happened: my first official dinner with no less than 4 courses. Beforehand, I had talked to mum for tips, advice and valuable recipes, then I said my payers and then I just cooked some. I was so nervous, I thought my spoon was going to drop any moment. At the end of it I got thanked for and kissed for – it must have been yum ;)

One little box, two little boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…

Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Honey, are you done yet?! No, I some more boxes…
Sounds like baby’s moving in.. with many more boxes than I expected.. at some moment I was wondering where would it all fit in..

Good he brought some pans though, I don’t have any! I had his, now I’m having more of his.. lights, chairs, side table, this and that, guitars for the sound, more sound.. more, more!
Wow! Man, we need a new house! It definitely won’t fit in! so my sailorboy needed to move some things away to a special storing place till the time we get a bigger one ;)

Guitar is cool though...
We then realized we didn’t have anything for our books and cd’s. So we went visit the famous Ikea. On a Sunday! Fu%*&$# s((&$t!! Can you imagine the crowd! The people, the phobia, the stress, the sweat! OMG!! Killing yourself now is better! We mentally prepared for the argues we’d have, for the entire phobia’s and much more to come. Instead we were quick, I got anxious once, him once, him at the beginning, me at the end, for the rest, it was fine; we targeted our stuff and ignored the crowd. We Did Survive!! This must be the renewal of a beautiful relationship…

My Baby’s Back!!

For 2 freaking months I was counting down how many days there’re left til my baby’s back. Day in day out counting down for sailorboy to come back!! There were rough times when I could only hope days will pass by quicker. I was listening to music like days go by and still I think of you, to other tracks that made me think of him… til the time I realized everything made me think of him. Every other track it was a kiss, a tiny romantic story, a fun thing about him. Him-him-him. Sailorboy everywhere! On my mind, on the streets, on my tracks, on my paper diary which I’m going to give to him, in my pictures, on my table, in my soul.

So that’s why I’m happy, that’s why it’s a release, a joy that he’s coming. I get the most mysterious call before going to the airport – like, girl, what’s the flight number?! From his sister’s boyfriend whom I met once in my life. Ok, stop laughing, get in the dreamy mood! All the dreams and hopes and illusions are going to be scattered when I’ll be able to see him in flesh and bone again.

And it was weird. I tell you, it’s no fun being away from some one so long. Despite the calls, the online dating, the emailing… it’s still weird. You’re like sitting next to a stranger for whom you have feelings. That makes it even stranger… that you can feel something for a stranger.. too strange! :)

So the family’s there, every time I need to feel some sort of embarrassment. It was there when he left, there again. I need to smile despite I’m dead worried cause the plane is 1 hour late. Every tiny minute I stare through the gates, looking at the damn door til maybe he’ll appear. And he’s finally there! He smiles, we hug and kiss, it’s the same, but different.

I had one day off to get used to him. It’s getting better.. sailorboy’s closer.
After a week, we’re getting there…

P.S. Even the cat likes sailorboy!!

2 Birthdays and 2 Good-bye’s

I’m sad, he’s sad, so we need to keep on partying. That’s how you forget all about sailorboy leaving for the next 3 months - “it might be a year” kind of depressing period.. His Australian friend’s getting older and wiser, so we’re having a surprise party for him. Sailorboy thought of a lot of beer and tea – somehow seems a good present. So he says, let’s bike there. That means he’s going to bike there, I’m just playing beauty on the back of the bike. He tries to have the beers on the stand in front and decides after 50m it’s really a mad circus balancing the beers in front with the woman on the back while going fast 20minutes.. we take a taxi to my absolute content – it’s cold, man! The crowd at the party there is very exotic and I’m still wondering why he got a giant 50cm artificial key as a present from his buddies. We drink old Dutch gin and have beers after while chasing the cat and having another conversation why you don’t need to speak one word of Dutch while living in the Netherlands. That’s birthday 1.

While we’re starting a good weekend, we should end it up with another good party. That’s in Uitgeest. A small quiet place 30 minutes away from Amsterdam. Or 45minutes away, if you take the wrong train, the one I took. By then sailorboy got bored in the car waiting in front of the station and probably all the friends and relatives thought we were getting action on our way. This was first time of “meeting the family”, so I was nervous like hell. Blood was running to my head making me shy and in need to hold sailorboy’s hand and follow him so not to get in contact with strangers. After some drinks I relaxed ‘til I heroically shouted that I protest to having only 2 kingdoms. That was later that evening when we were playing some strategy team game, where my team got only disadvantages to begin with. God I hate losing.. even if it was a trip on foot to Rome!! For some kind of reason, the birthday boy was talking from time to time Russian with me, so I needed to sharpen my senses and somehow react.. didn’t work that well, so I gave it up. That’s birthday 2.

The good-bye day was almost there, so we decided to have a lunch as goodbye.. Sailorboy’s flight was supposed to be the day after in the morning, so no time for long good-bye’s. A quick lunch would do. So we went to the hotel next to my company, hold our hands. I felt miserable. And even more miserable when thinking I needed to go home to an empty half apartment. The thought of it was pumping up tears in my head. The design hotel is inexistent, the table is inexistent, the food is dry, my soul is empty. That’s good-bye 1.

The next morning I was supposed to wake up horribly early in the morning, get a taxi and get to Schiphol for the waving bye-bye. Just when I was about to order the cab, the phone rings. Sailorboy says he didn’t check the tickets. He’s leaving 12 hours later, that’s in the evening… wow! We get a good-bye night! It’s an unexpected sort of present. Like when you hope something terrible’s going to happen, just so he cannot leave any more. Well, at least we had one more fabulous night! That’s good-bye 2.

And then I waved… ta tar! Until we shall meet again…