I would say that out of the many towns I have visited in the Netherlands, my very favourite is Utrecht. Imagine, somewhere as pretty as Amsterdam, with half the tourists around. I am not a big fan of crowds and this was perfect for me. The streets by the canal are still full of coffee shops, tourist shops as well as restaurants. Yet it is less busy, and loud. Perfect.
Here’s some photos I took, just to give you an idea.
The photos does not do it any justice.
I would suggest that you do not miss the opportunity to visit this town while in Holland. Besides, it is just 1.5 hours away from Amsterdam by train.
I am quite a sociable person, and I get introduced to a considerable amount of people of the male gender; some face to face, others over the internet. I must say that the amount of interesting guysis decreasing time and again. I guess this issue is not just with the guys, but also with the gals.
As a person, even though I need to find the guy attractive physically, I think that what is the most important for me is intelligence. Yes I am a Sapiosexual. I love a guy who can talk on various subjects, who can hold a conversation; someone who I can learn a thing or two from. This on top of a guy being fun and funny, and who can make me laugh about the silliest of things, yet he can be mature when the situation requires it. I hate it when I have to mother a guy… I’m looking for a partner in crime. A guy who can live in the moment but can think about the future.
(Then comes the obvious ‘honest, loyal, truthful..’ characteristics, but that’s a given)
I know what I want.
Thing is, how many guys out there know what they want?
And out of those, how many would meet my basic requirements?
I wonder… Am I asking for too much?
It’s not like I am asking for a top model millionaire who owns Bran Castle, a beach house and a cabin by the lake in the middle of nowhere.
The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was, the rain. The first thing I heard when I woke up today, was the rain.
The room, was still so dark at 7AM. I thought, I woke up in the middle of the night rather than a few minutes before my alarm went off.
I love the rain, when it’s not accompanied by wind… As such I was happy with a rainy Monday morning. I thought to myself, better the rain than a sweaty summer’s day.
Now, it’s almost bed time again, and I wonder if I will hear the rain again… or whether it was the last rain before summer hits our islands… I hope there will be more rain, even if not abundant.
Yesterday I spent most of my day in Sliema. Due to the excessive amount of cars and traffic in the area, I did not manage to park in Sliema, but rather I parked in Gzira. Although I was not so happy at the time, as I worried I’d be late, it turned out to be quite a pleasant walk. The promenade was not full of people yet; I guess they were either lazy, or because it’s still May… (not summer yet!)
The sky was as blue as the sea. Thankfully, even though sunny, there was a pleasant breeze which I really appreciated throughout the walk.
Most of the people who know me, know that I am not someone who goes to Sliema so frequently; or voluntarily for that matter. The reason I was there, is because I had to meet with some friends for a bridesmaid shopping spree. Good news is it was successful, and we later celebrated with a few cocktails at Quisisana! Yay for the happy hour until 4pm! 🙂
I have been dreading this day for a long time now, but unfortunately good things (and bad too!) come to an end…
I think, that the final episode was very well balanced. There was a lot of suspense, with Amanda fleeing captivity, and looking for Victoria. Amanda’s father shooting Victoria, and the latter shoots Amanda almost as she was taking her last breath. Killing them both, would have been very dramatic, but I think a lot of viewers would have been very, very angry.
Amanda points her gun at Victoria, who says, “I died long before you were born. This is just a formality.”
David Clarke dies, while watching snow on his front porch… Although it’s sad, his daughter lived to honour his legacy… with infinite love.
Amanda did get her happy ending… She married Jack Porter, adopted a puppy just like the one Jack had during their childhood… and sailed away to an unknown destination…
And they lived happily ever after..
Nolan Ross… feels so useless when the whole revenge was over…. but Amanda never stops surprising us… The series very last scene is an unknown character walking to Nolan showing him a newspaper… his mother is about to go on trial and she’s innocent…. There dear Nolan, purpose found!
Last night I went to Sliema and I had two things planned, all done within 6 hours. I won’t bore you with this, however I made it home at around midnight, which to me is quite a late night for a Sunday. More so, since I wake up around 6am during the week.
I was beyond exhausted, stomach full and happy. I was not worried, and I had no particular thought on my mind; except a smile. It felt good to have a great Sunday. When I switched off the light, turned on the fan and went into bed, I tried to sleep… Despite being tired and eyes were red and hurting, for some reason I couldn’t get to sleep.
I was turning around in the bed, accidently falling asleep… Then I am back up… and the saga repeats itself. 5 or so hours later, I was still pretty much wide awake. I might have slept a maximum of 2 hours last night.
My question here is, why does this happen? I had no reason not to be able to fall asleep!
Any tips or tricks? I had tea right before I went to sleep, I was not stressed but actually happy, exhausted beyond belief and ready for a new week!
This morning, like all other mornings during winter, spring and autumn… When kids go to school… I was stuck in traffic. Today I spent 45 minutes in traffic… Yesterday it was an hour and 15 minutes… I guess, not starting work at 7 am is taking its toll on me… Getting to work in 20 minutes made so much more sense…
But at least, this morning, I had a cute sight right in front of me… for almost half the time I spent in traffic:
That did make me smile. I hope it did to you, too!
One of the plans I had for this weekend is to meet up with my good friend Mirka and our Italian friend Paddy for a cook-out. We have been saying that we should attempt making fresh pasta, for weeks; if not months. Finally the day was upon us!
For our first try, we decided on keeping things simple, and make tagliatelle.
To make the pasta dough, it turned out to be quite a marathon, or even a workout. We took turns to knead the dough until silky and smooth, and until no flour blobs were visible.
Making use of the Andrew James pasta maker was pretty straightforward for us newbies, and we made the most gorgeous pasta.
We cooked it in hot boiling water, with some salt and made a mushroom, onion, and bacon white sauce for it.
It was great, and I can confirm that the first attempt was a major success!!
Things are never the same, when your favourite character dies in a series…
I am still under a shock, and traumatised following the death of Victoria Grayson. How and if I will ever get over it is another question. There is so much that I loved about this woman;
1. Her sense of style and the way she portrays herself physically in every single episode… Should I look half as good as her when I am her age, I would be so happy.
2. Her fashion statement was not only her clothes, but also her furniture.
3. Her ability to manipulate people and have several men falling for her
4. Her evilness and her wickedness
5. And most of all, how her suicide (sadly), was her master plan to ruin Emily Thorne’s (Amanda’s) life… Lets see if Amanda would be able to get out of this one! [Read more here]
Last night I was going through my stuff and I came across the leaving card my ex colleagues in England gave me. I reread all the messages and it made think on what could have my life been like if I never left.
I am still in love with all things British and sometimes I fear I have made a bad decision. I love being close to my family and friends but I miss the green, the nature, the events, the sense of peace and calm in my life that only that country seems to give me.
With all things going in my life.. especially the house and the cats it should totally feel like I’ve settled down. But truth be told, I wish I could be in two places at once. Or perhaps I can live some of my life here and some there.
But for that to happen I need to be rich or be in a situation were I can work from anywhere in the world and actually afford such comfort.
Now that I have put this on paper I hope that I can put this thought to rest; At least until two months time when I will be travelling to South Wales, London and possibly Kent. God I miss you!
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