Europe II
From the first stories we shared with Tim for 10 years, I kept hearing about Wolf, his childhood friend; however, I never had a chance to meet him in person. I always wanted to because obviously Wolf had a great contribution to the mental growth of the man I love today. Wolf lived overseas as well and that’s why it did not work for many years. In short, we ended up in Copenhagen at the Lindell’s House where Wolf, Martina, Stella and Lucia have settled. The Lindell house was located perfectly in Solrod Strand, a few houses away from the Baltic Sea. One very interesting thing we figured out is that the sand makes a weird sound as you walk on it. I am not sure what chemical causes that sound but it was interesting.
During the days, Wolf had to get up early for his work and Martina was busy with preparing Lucia for her school as we get out to explore more about the city. Again, the architecture was breath taking. I have never been intrigued by the big cities and tall skyscrapers. Conversely, I like building that take you to the past. I like old rock bridges, red brick houses with cobble stone roads full of jovial people and that is why I fell in love with Copenhagen.
On top of it all, when the evening starts to appear late (11:00 pm) after both kids were in bed, we exchanged many more stories with the help of a couple (!) Carlsberg beers and some Chilean-Argentinian wine with Wolf and Martina. Sure it was hard to depart after having 3 long days and nights together and we hope to see each other sometime soon; may be in Turkey, or in Croatia. We took a train back to Copenhagen and from there, we switched to another one to Amsterdam. We ended up getting in to Amsterdam at about 7:00 pm. By the time we found the house we rented and went out with Lynn Bilbrey and Tim Bray to get something to eat and drink, almost all the stores were already closed except one. This particular supermarket was letting out the last customers and not letting in any new ones. So, we crossed the street, and I literally begged the supermarket director if he could let us in and that we would be out before he knew it. I also added that we just came and we have nothing to eat. Like as if we wouldn't eat at a restaurant. Anyway, so this nice guy let us in, and Lynn was in charge of getting crackers and Tim was in charge of cheese and I was in charge of wine. Needless to say, we managed to buy stuff and head home to celebrate our first reunion in Amsterdam. For the record, we, three of us, had 4 bottles of wine that first night. The next morning, we started exploring Amsterdam. About the architecture, I love the buildings. They look like they are inclining to the front. This city is also impressive with a little bit more added to it. For example, I call Copenhagen as a very delicious meal made up of a yummy salmon salad, but Amsterdam is like a meal made of a yummy salmon salad and a little cup cake as a desert added to it. Literally, the cup-cake makes a difference and you feel it for a longer time than you expected. Lynn, Tim and I had a great night out in the garden of the house we rented. Prior to the dinner, we went to a store where we purchased some brie cheese, olives, crackers, salad and wine. As we were planing our next move with a map of Europe in our hands in the night, we laughed so hard that at one point the vastly tolerant host approached us with candles in her hands to make the experience more memorable. I remember that she also asked us to be a bit quiet when laughing.
During the days, Wolf had to get up early for his work and Martina was busy with preparing Lucia for her school as we get out to explore more about the city. Again, the architecture was breath taking. I have never been intrigued by the big cities and tall skyscrapers. Conversely, I like building that take you to the past. I like old rock bridges, red brick houses with cobble stone roads full of jovial people and that is why I fell in love with Copenhagen.
On top of it all, when the evening starts to appear late (11:00 pm) after both kids were in bed, we exchanged many more stories with the help of a couple (!) Carlsberg beers and some Chilean-Argentinian wine with Wolf and Martina. Sure it was hard to depart after having 3 long days and nights together and we hope to see each other sometime soon; may be in Turkey, or in Croatia. We took a train back to Copenhagen and from there, we switched to another one to Amsterdam. We ended up getting in to Amsterdam at about 7:00 pm. By the time we found the house we rented and went out with Lynn Bilbrey and Tim Bray to get something to eat and drink, almost all the stores were already closed except one. This particular supermarket was letting out the last customers and not letting in any new ones. So, we crossed the street, and I literally begged the supermarket director if he could let us in and that we would be out before he knew it. I also added that we just came and we have nothing to eat. Like as if we wouldn't eat at a restaurant. Anyway, so this nice guy let us in, and Lynn was in charge of getting crackers and Tim was in charge of cheese and I was in charge of wine. Needless to say, we managed to buy stuff and head home to celebrate our first reunion in Amsterdam. For the record, we, three of us, had 4 bottles of wine that first night. The next morning, we started exploring Amsterdam. About the architecture, I love the buildings. They look like they are inclining to the front. This city is also impressive with a little bit more added to it. For example, I call Copenhagen as a very delicious meal made up of a yummy salmon salad, but Amsterdam is like a meal made of a yummy salmon salad and a little cup cake as a desert added to it. Literally, the cup-cake makes a difference and you feel it for a longer time than you expected. Lynn, Tim and I had a great night out in the garden of the house we rented. Prior to the dinner, we went to a store where we purchased some brie cheese, olives, crackers, salad and wine. As we were planing our next move with a map of Europe in our hands in the night, we laughed so hard that at one point the vastly tolerant host approached us with candles in her hands to make the experience more memorable. I remember that she also asked us to be a bit quiet when laughing.
