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It's raining! RAINING! Wonderfully cool, wet rain from marvellously grey clouds. I must resist the temptation to think of how well I'm going to sleep tonight, because if I did I might run straight home and give it a try.
And the forecast says it's going to rain tomorrow as well.
Weekend in Warsaw was great. I really like the city, and of course spending time with Gabriele and meeting a few of her friends was awesome. The flights were ok too; the only thing that drove me to a murderous rage being border and security control at the Ljubljana airport. I'd bought wine at the duty free shop in Skopje, and they'd put it in a bag according to EU standards, so I didn't think anything might go wrong. We'd arrived on time in Ljubljana, with 1,5 hrs until the plane to Warsaw took off. Almost one hour I spent waiting at border control, fuming, because there is a "EU passports only" counter, but they use it for non-EU as well. Next, security control, where the guy tells me that I can't take the wine. Why? Because it was bought in Macedonia. But, he said, I was free to put it into my (carry-on) bag, go to the check-in counter and check the bag in. That way I could take the wine.
I'm afraid I wasn't very friendly when I asked him whether he took me for an idiot or was one himself, because it was 25 minutes before departure, i.e. check-in closed.
But I was being good, because I did not just drop the plastic bag containing the wine on the stone floor. Would've loved to, though.
Having arrived sans wine, we went home and I got to meet Gabriele's new cat, a 5-month-old male called Barbosa, shortened to Ossi.
Oh.My.God. Light grey with dark grey dots, white socks, pink nose and toes. As crazy as 5-month-old cats are, eating like a starved shark, and very fond of playing with Alwin, the fluffy white miniature dog. You don't need a TV if you've got those two to watch.
It was around 9 p.m. when we came home, and when I thought it was around 11, or 11.30, I said sorry, but I was so tired I had to go to sleep. Turned out it was 3 a.m.
Unsurprisingly we were a bit zombie-like on Saturday, but since we had a leisurely morning and set out towards the city centre only around noon, it didn't really matter. A bit of sightseeing and lunch with Gabriele's friends was followed by more sightseeing and coffee, then home for a short nap and dinner at a very nice Italian restaurant.
Another lazy moring on Sunday, followed by light shopping. I was being good again, and only bought one dress, one skirt, two pairs of earrings an a very spiffy Nike sports bag (the latter a necessary purchase, since all the others wouldn't have fitted into the bag I'd arrived with).
I'd taken the second part of Storm of Swords to read on the trip, but had of course finished it before I'd even reached Warsaw, and so I bought The Help at he airport to tide me over till home and A Feast for Crows. I've read maybe 150 pages, and it's excellent. They've made a movie of it (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1454029/) but since the actresses look nothing like the images in my head I don't think I'm going to watch it.
Totally forgot to order A Dance with Dragons in time for this Friday's diplomatic mail, so I did the next best thing and ordered today, to be delivered to Janine, who can bring it to me when she comes to visit, i.e. one week before the diplomatic mail arrives on 7 October. *iz cunning*
Nothing else to report for today, except that it's going to be No Sports Day with lots of reading, because I really, really need to know what's happening to Sansa. And Arya. Well all of them really.
It was a bit strange BTW to hear Jaime's name pronounced like "Jamie", when I'd always pronounced it like the Spanish name in my mind. (Which means that Sandor Clegane is firmly Hungarian in my mind, which is rather more on the strange side given the lack of a Hungary in the ASOIAF universe...)
And the forecast says it's going to rain tomorrow as well.
Weekend in Warsaw was great. I really like the city, and of course spending time with Gabriele and meeting a few of her friends was awesome. The flights were ok too; the only thing that drove me to a murderous rage being border and security control at the Ljubljana airport. I'd bought wine at the duty free shop in Skopje, and they'd put it in a bag according to EU standards, so I didn't think anything might go wrong. We'd arrived on time in Ljubljana, with 1,5 hrs until the plane to Warsaw took off. Almost one hour I spent waiting at border control, fuming, because there is a "EU passports only" counter, but they use it for non-EU as well. Next, security control, where the guy tells me that I can't take the wine. Why? Because it was bought in Macedonia. But, he said, I was free to put it into my (carry-on) bag, go to the check-in counter and check the bag in. That way I could take the wine.
I'm afraid I wasn't very friendly when I asked him whether he took me for an idiot or was one himself, because it was 25 minutes before departure, i.e. check-in closed.
But I was being good, because I did not just drop the plastic bag containing the wine on the stone floor. Would've loved to, though.
Having arrived sans wine, we went home and I got to meet Gabriele's new cat, a 5-month-old male called Barbosa, shortened to Ossi.
Oh.My.God. Light grey with dark grey dots, white socks, pink nose and toes. As crazy as 5-month-old cats are, eating like a starved shark, and very fond of playing with Alwin, the fluffy white miniature dog. You don't need a TV if you've got those two to watch.
It was around 9 p.m. when we came home, and when I thought it was around 11, or 11.30, I said sorry, but I was so tired I had to go to sleep. Turned out it was 3 a.m.
Unsurprisingly we were a bit zombie-like on Saturday, but since we had a leisurely morning and set out towards the city centre only around noon, it didn't really matter. A bit of sightseeing and lunch with Gabriele's friends was followed by more sightseeing and coffee, then home for a short nap and dinner at a very nice Italian restaurant.
Another lazy moring on Sunday, followed by light shopping. I was being good again, and only bought one dress, one skirt, two pairs of earrings an a very spiffy Nike sports bag (the latter a necessary purchase, since all the others wouldn't have fitted into the bag I'd arrived with).
I'd taken the second part of Storm of Swords to read on the trip, but had of course finished it before I'd even reached Warsaw, and so I bought The Help at he airport to tide me over till home and A Feast for Crows. I've read maybe 150 pages, and it's excellent. They've made a movie of it (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1454029/) but since the actresses look nothing like the images in my head I don't think I'm going to watch it.
Totally forgot to order A Dance with Dragons in time for this Friday's diplomatic mail, so I did the next best thing and ordered today, to be delivered to Janine, who can bring it to me when she comes to visit, i.e. one week before the diplomatic mail arrives on 7 October. *iz cunning*
Nothing else to report for today, except that it's going to be No Sports Day with lots of reading, because I really, really need to know what's happening to Sansa. And Arya. Well all of them really.
It was a bit strange BTW to hear Jaime's name pronounced like "Jamie", when I'd always pronounced it like the Spanish name in my mind. (Which means that Sandor Clegane is firmly Hungarian in my mind, which is rather more on the strange side given the lack of a Hungary in the ASOIAF universe...)
