Gregorek is a tiny little boxer puppy that was born 15 of August. Gregorek loves to sleep all day long, bite everything withing reach, cuddle whenever your hands are free, walk in the woods and jump on his little dogfriend Indie.
Exou Exou
BG
October 27, 2009
Gregorkuuuuu....
Gregorek is a tiny little boxer puppy that was born 15 of August. Gregorek loves to sleep all day long, bite everything withing reach, cuddle whenever your hands are free, walk in the woods and jump on his little dogfriend Indie.
Exou Exou
BG
October 1, 2009
September 28, 2009
Solden, Austria
Solden is a picturesque little village in Tyrol, Austria.
Surprisingly it is the 3rd tourist destination in Austria after Vienna and Salzburg which seems a bit unfair to Innsbruck, I must say.
Solden in its morning mist...
Innsbruck in summer...
Exou Exou
BG
Surprisingly it is the 3rd tourist destination in Austria after Vienna and Salzburg which seems a bit unfair to Innsbruck, I must say.
Solden in its morning mist...
Exou Exou
BG
Embracing the Upcoming Winter Season
The Indian summer is here in its fullest and I am thinking, again, on how to embrace winter this year in the most enjoyable and entertaining way.
Last year, I did salsa and it was fantastic.
This year, I have not started badly. Yesterday's bike ride to Strachotin with a total of 92k sent to to euphoric heights with my heart beating once 190 per minute.
I have been enjoying sunsets over Svratka river while rollerblading 10k's around the bike paths. I have been getting high with baking brownies.
Now, I will be much busier since this week, the weather will probably shows its crappy side sometime soon. However, I do have a plan.
To change up the annoying routine of hoopsy-doopsy-I-look-like-a-jumping-rabbit aerobics, I have signed up for Techniques of modern dance and I am going to stick to swimming. And, I want to learn how to bake at least 5 amazing desserts.
Also, the prospect of going to Alicante in February is making things look brighter and wonderful.
Yep, that is the plan.
Exou Exou
BG
Last year, I did salsa and it was fantastic.
This year, I have not started badly. Yesterday's bike ride to Strachotin with a total of 92k sent to to euphoric heights with my heart beating once 190 per minute.
I have been enjoying sunsets over Svratka river while rollerblading 10k's around the bike paths. I have been getting high with baking brownies.Now, I will be much busier since this week, the weather will probably shows its crappy side sometime soon. However, I do have a plan.To change up the annoying routine of hoopsy-doopsy-I-look-like-a-jumping-rabbit aerobics, I have signed up for Techniques of modern dance and I am going to stick to swimming. And, I want to learn how to bake at least 5 amazing desserts.
Also, the prospect of going to Alicante in February is making things look brighter and wonderful.
Yep, that is the plan.
Exou Exou
BG
September 12, 2009
It has not been so long since I am back in CZ (oops, I wrote "home" before but home is where the sun is). I have been getting organized and of course thinking a lot about the last year.
I have not changed. People do not change.
They just act different according to circumstances, places, people.
However, I like when things are put into perspective. I look at old pictures, not out of melancholy, but because I have thousands of pictures and I need to organize them. I do not have any broken feelings over people that preferred to trade my friendship for others.
I like perspective.
That is how I learned that at the end of August, my friend died. He drowned. If I say, he was a genuinely nice person, I mean it - he is the definition of those words. Logically, I have been remembering our times together (funny how so many buried memories tend to pop up in your head once you stimulate the remembering process) and all our memories are from Alicante.
And the very same day my once very (very, very, very) close friend left, without even saying good bye. I realised that Donovan is dead. I realised Donovan would never hurt anyone. And he would be always protective of and nice to his friends.
I realised I really lost someone who was sweet and who would never betray me.
I realised the girl took me for a disposable toy. I was just the convenient friend. Trashed friend. A blow for my feelings and maybe the ego (you never know) but things must be put in perspective.
She intentionally hurt me. He would never do that. And he dies. He is dead.
She is not.
I like things in perspective.
Exou Exou
BG
PS Saw her recently on her pics. She is again the nice winter girl. The girl I used to like. Funny.
I have not changed. People do not change.
They just act different according to circumstances, places, people.
However, I like when things are put into perspective. I look at old pictures, not out of melancholy, but because I have thousands of pictures and I need to organize them. I do not have any broken feelings over people that preferred to trade my friendship for others.
I like perspective.
That is how I learned that at the end of August, my friend died. He drowned. If I say, he was a genuinely nice person, I mean it - he is the definition of those words. Logically, I have been remembering our times together (funny how so many buried memories tend to pop up in your head once you stimulate the remembering process) and all our memories are from Alicante.
And the very same day my once very (very, very, very) close friend left, without even saying good bye. I realised that Donovan is dead. I realised Donovan would never hurt anyone. And he would be always protective of and nice to his friends.
I realised I really lost someone who was sweet and who would never betray me.
I realised the girl took me for a disposable toy. I was just the convenient friend. Trashed friend. A blow for my feelings and maybe the ego (you never know) but things must be put in perspective.
She intentionally hurt me. He would never do that. And he dies. He is dead.
She is not.
I like things in perspective.
Exou Exou
BG
PS Saw her recently on her pics. She is again the nice winter girl. The girl I used to like. Funny.
August 27, 2009
Leaving Home
It is definitely a nice feeling to know that in the world, there is a place that feels like home to me. It might seem strange but I have always lacked any sentimental attachment to my hometown or other places I have managed to have lived at for at least a little while. Actually I have always had the opposite problem, I was always ready to leave.
It was a painful good-bye for me, but I am grateful to know that there is indeed such a place.
While I had spent the morning in Spain, the afternoon was in Bratislava (SK) and Wien (AT). Home (CZ) will probably happen before midnite.
I have not realised what I have been doing at the airport for a while. I have arrived early enough but I was the last in the queue during the boarding. Not only last, my speed of walking could be compared to my favourite caracoles/snails appetizer. Then in the plane, the stewardess started speaking to me in Slovak. I was so puzzled (after all, I have slept 9 hours in the last 2 days), that I stubbornly kept replying in Spanish. I mean, originally I have bought a flight Alicante-Vienna and I am refusing to speak other than Spanish!:)
Now I still speak in Spanish to anyone but that is only because it comes naturally. After talking with the stewardess, it really hit me - like a snowball of sadness and surprise - that no one will want me to speak Spanish (and sometimes, ONLY Spanish) for a while.
But such is the life and I am still and always ready to be surprised.
Exou Exou
BG
It was a painful good-bye for me, but I am grateful to know that there is indeed such a place.
While I had spent the morning in Spain, the afternoon was in Bratislava (SK) and Wien (AT). Home (CZ) will probably happen before midnite.
I have not realised what I have been doing at the airport for a while. I have arrived early enough but I was the last in the queue during the boarding. Not only last, my speed of walking could be compared to my favourite caracoles/snails appetizer. Then in the plane, the stewardess started speaking to me in Slovak. I was so puzzled (after all, I have slept 9 hours in the last 2 days), that I stubbornly kept replying in Spanish. I mean, originally I have bought a flight Alicante-Vienna and I am refusing to speak other than Spanish!:)
Now I still speak in Spanish to anyone but that is only because it comes naturally. After talking with the stewardess, it really hit me - like a snowball of sadness and surprise - that no one will want me to speak Spanish (and sometimes, ONLY Spanish) for a while.
But such is the life and I am still and always ready to be surprised.
Exou Exou
BG
August 9, 2009
Northern Spain and SW France...
I have to say that the Basque country took my breath away in
Pont d'Espagne, Cauterets (Midi-Pyrenees)
many ways. Well, the weather was amazing, the nature splendid, the food gently pleasing the palate every time I ate, the wildlife on the road, the greenery and mountains, the gentleness of people (I am comparing with Alicante here).
Well, we would not be in France if there was not a mention of the strike, would we?
Le lait... le drame... Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire?:)
The church in Girona...
Somewhere in the Pyrenees...
At the top of Col de Tourmalet...
Luz St Sauveur, one of the many cosy mountain villages in the region...
Cafe gourmand... Now, this is my kind of dessert since I can never decide what to have. The variety and choice of little tiny sweet pleasures is exactly what undecisive people need.
The station in Cauterets...
The paisaje/paysage was more than pleasing to the eye. And I even discovered that the sign "animaux en liberte" really means animals on the roads.
Whenever I look at this picture, I almost think it is not real. Yet it is and so is San Sebastian.
Caracoles or les escargots in La Gandara, San Sebastian...
Now I have a theory on French Midi-Pyrenees cows. It is my theory so do not even try to steal it. Every time I ordered a beef steak (I always nostalgically recall the beef steaks I used to have in La Grande Motte), I got a fatty piece of meat that tasted like, well, fat. My theory is that cows here have life so good, that their meat is not tasting that great.
Yes, it is true, I swear, I had 3 and every time I deeply regretted since I finished eating only my frites.:)
Exou Exou
BG
Pont d'Espagne, Cauterets (Midi-Pyrenees)
many ways. Well, the weather was amazing, the nature splendid, the food gently pleasing the palate every time I ate, the wildlife on the road, the greenery and mountains, the gentleness of people (I am comparing with Alicante here).Well, we would not be in France if there was not a mention of the strike, would we?
Le lait... le drame... Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire?:)
The church in Girona...
Somewhere in the Pyrenees...
At the top of Col de Tourmalet...
Luz St Sauveur, one of the many cosy mountain villages in the region...
Cafe gourmand... Now, this is my kind of dessert since I can never decide what to have. The variety and choice of little tiny sweet pleasures is exactly what undecisive people need.
The station in Cauterets...
The paisaje/paysage was more than pleasing to the eye. And I even discovered that the sign "animaux en liberte" really means animals on the roads.
Whenever I look at this picture, I almost think it is not real. Yet it is and so is San Sebastian.
Caracoles or les escargots in La Gandara, San Sebastian...
Now I have a theory on French Midi-Pyrenees cows. It is my theory so do not even try to steal it. Every time I ordered a beef steak (I always nostalgically recall the beef steaks I used to have in La Grande Motte), I got a fatty piece of meat that tasted like, well, fat. My theory is that cows here have life so good, that their meat is not tasting that great.
Yes, it is true, I swear, I had 3 and every time I deeply regretted since I finished eating only my frites.:)
Exou Exou
BG
August 8, 2009
You said
you'll be there for me
My throat is stuck, I cannot breathe
You forgot to say
I'll be there
but not always and not everywhere.
Exou Exou
BG
you'll be there for me
My throat is stuck, I cannot breathe
You forgot to say
I'll be there
but not always and not everywhere.
Exou Exou
BG
July 14, 2009
Altea (again) and Caves de Canelobre
We thought it was worth it to go back to Altea. Once we went on Sat and once on Sun. Both days the place was pretty empty, the restaurants more than half-empty, so it was beautiful to walk around. Then we ended up on a beach nearby which was also quite empty. I am wondering if they always have so few people out there, after all it is July?!
The cathedral on the hill is stunning, the roof colours fit perfectly with the white-washed houses, blue sea and blossoming flowers.
The day before we drove to Busot where we visited Caves de Canelobre. For 5 Eur, it was definitely worth it. I felt like Charlie in the chocolate factory. Inside, classical music was playing and it was so fitting, so uplifting. Then we visited a bit of the mountains and went for dinner in El Campello.
Judging by my El Campello and Altea dining experiences and my recently discovered cooking skills (includes creativity as well), I find it not worth it to go out to eat here since I like my food better. Unlike France, food seems to be not done with precision and care...;)
Exou Exou
BG
July 10, 2009
Exploring Alicante's Surroundings
Alicante is not bad as everything BUT a summer destination since it is way too hot. Fatigue sets in pretty easily and that is no fun.
However, who would have thought that this almost park-less and cheesy-tourist-style city has amazing surroundings?
For aficionados of quaint little local villages, Sella is the place to go. Surreal countryside where few cars that appear and disappear. Breathtaking sunsets. Wind in the hair.
A visit of Altea was nice even though we have heard too much of British English... Then our waiter came to us and without asking informed us on the Wimbledon score. Oh well... Still way nicer than skycraper Benidorm, home to cheesy niteclubs and Irish bars.
In a nutshell, I feel like a local with a twist in some tourist resort while in Alicante but when I get outside of it, I feel like I am experiencing real Spain.
Exou Exou
BG
However, who would have thought that this almost park-less and cheesy-tourist-style city has amazing surroundings?
For aficionados of quaint little local villages, Sella is the place to go. Surreal countryside where few cars that appear and disappear. Breathtaking sunsets. Wind in the hair.
A visit of Altea was nice even though we have heard too much of British English... Then our waiter came to us and without asking informed us on the Wimbledon score. Oh well... Still way nicer than skycraper Benidorm, home to cheesy niteclubs and Irish bars.
In a nutshell, I feel like a local with a twist in some tourist resort while in Alicante but when I get outside of it, I feel like I am experiencing real Spain.
Exou Exou
BG
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