For the last year (yeah, it's been a year since we've moved here), I had a little obsession about the canal. I really wanted to find the gate which I knew was somewhere close to our house, but I couldn't. And then, one day I had a stroke of genius and just turned right where I never turned before. And it was there! My beautiful escape from busy streets and unfriendly drivers.
Come jogging with me:
it's been a week since we left nyc and i still cannot wrap it up. not that i claimed to do it
but imagine a nyc wrapped in a pattern paper and given as a gift - i know, i'm getting greedy, but heh, if i ask my husband nicely...
now it's more of a declaration, right?
for:
details
colours
did i say details and colours?
vintage twist
cliche shots
stylish (and spacious!) welcome
bowery and nuyorican on the same day with patricia field's store as a little bonus
cycling over the brooklyn bridge
second hand bookstores (yes, i mean bookstores)
cottage cheese burgers
neverwhere
four-wheeled black horses
a little bit of keith haring
and finally, the most important - food for my brain, mood for my soul
this three-week washington chill-out and the three-day new york fever forced me to say yes, the only question is: when?
but it doesn't feel like that. It doesn't mean it's bad either. It's different in a very nice way.
It's like... eating your Christmas eve's dinner at a sushi bar. A VERY good sushi bar. Mmmmm.
jon wbiegl do biura zaaferowany wymachujac plikiem papierkow i konspiracyjnym tonem powiedzial: I got the best seats!
what the hell? what seats? what is he talking about?
o nie! juz wiem. kolacja we wroclawiu, gdzie dyplomatycznie wykrecilam sie od rozmowy o pilce noznej, tlumaczac sie tym, ze nigdy nie bylam na meczu, bo to niebezpieczne w polsce.
boze drogi... ja?
dzis od rana bylo strasznie zimno i wial przejmujacy wiatr. wrocilam do domu z bolem glowy i naprawde ten mecz byl na zupelnym koncu mojej listy marzen. ale nie bylo czasu na wahania.
moze paradoksalnie, kiedy nie ma czasu na myslenie, to robi sie to, co jest w planie. i takim to sposobem dobieglam na miejsce spotkania na czas, zostalam wpakowana w maly samochodzik jona i pognalismy w strone stadionu aston villa.
obowiazkowy element programu - fish&chips w barze pod stadionem zaliczylismy wyjatkowo sprawnie, co nie zmienia faktu, ze jeszcze czuje to swinstwo na zoladku.
stadion wielki i zatloczony 36 tysiacami kibicow. wsrod nich nasze 4 miejsca. wcisneli mnie pomiedzy aleda i jona, wiec brak orientacji w pilce noznej nadrobilam tysiacem pytan do moich dwoch ekspertow bodyguardow. dzieki temu wiem, ze aston walczyl jak lew, mimo ze taktycznie byli gorsi od ajaxu.
bylo tak zimno, ze jedynym sposobem przetrwania bylo zaciete kibicowanie. dalam z siebie wszystko i ... wygralismy 2:1!
spiewajac triumfalnie fanom ajaxu: you're not singing anymore! opuscilismy stadion w rozentuzjazmowanym acz bardzo cywilizowanym tlumie.
jak dobrze, ze swietowanie po meczu nie wymaga kolejnej wizyty w fish&chips!
as promissed:
job: new (confirmed and very much awaited), old (beloved but inevitably coming to an end)
studies: suspended for one year (no blood, no tears shed)
me: ... I don't know, I think I am somewhere there in this new world of mine
