Quite unbelievably, this was just yesterday.
How have I fallen for Vondelpark? But of course, biking. Then we had lunch in a former synagogue, now called Bazar. Which was turned into an Arabic restaurant. I call that fusion, some other people call it a lit match on a barrel of gunpowder. I of course have taken the traditional bathroom shot (photo shot! you go to the bathroom with your cam and you shoot yourself in the mirror. Ignore reproachful looks on the faces of others incoming visitors).
I love this city. It makes me feel carefree.
I have been pampered with Galician hot wine with orange, butter, cheese and rosemary cream, grilled smoked cheese with cranberry sauce (it’s a must that I should try this on my own again), mushroom soup with noodles, “Noble duck breast in forest mushrooms served with red cabbage and buckwheat”, Hot Apple pie with whipped cream and vanilla icecream and Cracovia-style cheesecake. All topped with dry Galician white wine.
The other night I have dreamed I was assigned to live on my own in a remote small medieval city in the hills. It was deserted and the snow covered abundantly the gardens, yards and cubic stone alleys. It smelled like the houses of my grandparents in Timisoara. I had an armchair and a pair of speakers, they were in white yellowish ivory-like plastic, like those huge antic piano-radio receivers, only smaller. The whole thing was beautiful, cold, silent and very very lonely. Then I woke up rested.