Rainbow Child

Biking events are over, the kitty is at her new home, I have the master interviews/exams on the same day, so yeah, why not blog instead of banging my head on the desk?

The more I think about Prague, the more I miss it. When it comes to traveling I don’t need much to be happy. But this time I had more than enough. Pavla was the best guide I could possibly have; her mum was an excellent cook (I’m sorry I looked so suspiciously at those dumplings, but I really didn’t know what they were; and I still want the recipe for that vegetable soup. PLEASE? ); I got a discount for the books I bought at her father’s bookstore; and her brother and sister made everything possible to make me feel welcome.

I can’t describe Prague. It’s a city you have to see for yourself. And it’s a city you won’t ever regret having visited. The old city is fantastic. I wandered for hours and hours on the streets there and I couldn’t get enough of it. Everywhere you looked there were gorgeous old buildings impeccable renovated. Art, history, good taste. It has it all.

Of course there were many tourist. Of course every souvenir had “Praha” written on it. Of course the garbage cans could have been emptied more often. But that so doesn’t matter. Nothing ruined the charm of that city for me, on the contrary. I don’t think I could get used to living in such a city. I would always be amazed of it’s beauty; I would feel like a tourist there all the time.

And even though there weren’t bikers, there were readers. Lots and lots of readers. And beautiful people. Or maybe I chose to see only the beautiful ones. And let’s not forget about the excellent cheap beer. Damn, I miss Prague so much!

I’ve said it and I’ll say it again: I’m a one-person cat. I love my uRMa more than anything in the world and I couldn’t share my love for her with another cat.

But when I saw this little gorgeous thing on the street today I simply couldn’t leave her there.

This summer Mum was crazy about taking a cat from the countryside and making it an apartment cat (until they move into the house, that is), so I thought what I great way of helping a kitty! So, I took her to the vet, got her vaccinated and all the rest. She even has that medical card, but without a name or a owner’s name. (She’s not mine to make such decisions). Mum freaked out when I told her; apparently I misinterpreted and she only wants the cat after they move into the house.

And now here I am, with a beautiful, incredibly loving 2-month-year old kitty (she’d purr all day long, not like the Beast who does it only to get attention) who is looking for a home.  If someone wants to adopt her, please send an e-mail to ionuca@rainbowchild.ro

It could be the best thing that ever happened to you

I shouldn’t ride good bikes anymore, cause every time I return to riding Buttercup I feel like it’s falling apart. It takes some time to get used to her again, but after I get the hang of it, oh boy oh boy, I’m the happiest gal in the world!

I’m not a daredevil anymore so my new pledge is to avoid biking on the streets as much as possible. Today I went only on bike lanes and on the sidewalk and it was perfect. Of course, on the sidewalk I had to wait for the pedestrians, but I wasn’t in a hurry so it didn’t bother me. And besides what’s more important: my safety or being on time? I saw so many bikers on my way! It great that more and more people are buying bikes and using them as a mode of transport. I hope that one day I won’t be afraid of biking on the streets.

But biking on the sidewalk is also an extreme sport. The pavement is bloody irregular, it has a lot of bumps, holes, dog shit. And on my way there are also sprinklers. Yes, sprinklers. I have to wait until they rotate in the opposite direction and only then it’s safe to pass by. I know it’s summer and it’s hot, but I can take a shower when I get home, thank you very much. And the pedestrians are also a challenge especially when they smack your ass. Oh yeah, happened to me today as well. I was so taken aback that I didn’t even turn to tell him to go fuck himself.

Anyways, when I got back home I felt so good that the small bad stuff on the way didn’t matter anymore. Yes, riding the bike makes me happy. A lot.

Whenever I’m in Baia Mare I feel so frustrated when I read about all the cool events I’m missing in Bucharest. But now it’s time I had my share of fun. My first 2 weekends back here are booked, booked, booked.

Friday night I’m going to the Guano Apes concert; then on Saturday evening there’s Urban Soup Night.

Which is eating soup for a good cause. And it’s not only about the soup, but also about meeting people and having fun. A really great initiative. For the ones interested, the event will take place in Parcul Tineretului, intrarea Sincai starting from 19:00. For more info go here.

And then next weekend is going to be biking weekend. Friday night it’s Bike Night #3.

It’s so great to bike at night in Bucharest! No pedestrians, not that many cars, fresh air (not exactly, but at least it’s not that hot). So, next Friday at midnight I’ll be biking More info here.

And on Sunday afternoon I’ll be biking again.

I’ve heard only good things about this event so I can hardly wait to go there

Four days in Budapest were enough to walk around the centre, to visit the major touristic attractions by on foot, but we would have needed at least 1-2 more days to visit the museums and go to Margaret Island. What do you know, in the end we didn’t get bored in Budapest, did we Mum and dad?

The first impression I got was one of grandioseness. In Vienna everything was so clasic, so perfect; here everything was so impressive. Budapest is like Vienna’s little sister gone wild: graffiti everywhere, a lot of alternative people, small streets full of surprises   We walked and walked and walked and we kept staring at things and buildings and I couldn’t understand why people keep mistaking Bucharest for Budapest, when clearly they are so different. I’m sorry for the suckers who don’t know the difference between the two of them.

I’ve also liked their bikers a lot! Girls in dresses or in short skirts, dudes with low-rides, families riding together despite the heavy traffic. We also attended the celebrations for Saint Stephan’s Day and yup, that is one civilized nation. Like it or not, we have a lot to learn from them! *thumbs up for Hungary!*

As for being a visitor in Budapest, one feels great. Even if you don’t make a plan there’s always something that catches your eye: a building, a street, a dude/dudette. I don’t know when I’ll be there again, but I’m planning of becoming a regular