A day late

Last week has been an interesting one. I had a job interview yesterday. That’s why there was no blog when it was supposed to be posted.

You see, this interview took place about an hour and a half from my house. The woman I talked to has a business that helps people regarding the funerals of their loved ones. She is starting to branch out of her region, so she is looking for people who can work for her when the spreading happens. In other words, I had a job interview that does not bring me anything in the near future, but it is a start in getting into the field I really want to work.

I went in, knowing she hasn’t got places to work with in my region yet, so I thought, half an hour tops. She wants to get to know me a bit, but nothing concrete jet.I’ve been in there for about four hours!!!! The thing is, I was supposed to visit family afterward before going home. That had to be cut short because of the long talk.On the other hand, it feels positive the talk lasted this long, because it was one that felt relaxed, like friends meeting.

I hope good things come from it, but the interview, family visit and other things around the house that had to be done made me forget about writing a post. Sorry *shame*.

Well, here it is anyway :D. Today will be a good day, because I am going to enjoy dinner in the company of a very good friend and today we are watching…….. SUPERNATURAL PARODY 2 by Hilly and Hannah. It came out yesterday and we are going to watch it together and record our reaction :D. I am soooooooo looking forward to watching it. It was hard not to watch it yet, but time is there!.

If you have never watched something of The Hillywood Show, you should, you are missing out!Please go to YouTube and look at their awesome work. It is mind blowing. Can’t wait to see it, but I’ll have to. In about 15 minutes my friend will pick me up, we’ll go shopping for dinner and then we can watch. My sister already told me the second one is even better then the first one :D. She send me the link, so I’ll type it up for you, hoping it will get you to the video. https://youtu.be/Nsy06n-omrg . Let me know what you think about it will you!!!

I’ll end this blog now, even though it is a bit short. Write to you soon.

Follow-up, actually saw supernatural parody. It is awsome!!!!!!!!

LoveDreamer

dream diary?

Ok, this time I started in reverse. Normally it’s not a problem to start in English, but I dreamt again, last night, this dream was so strange I started typing in my native language to be able to type as fast as I can in order to recollect as many details as possible. I think I a m ready for a room with padded walls and a nice white coat that closes on the back and has nice long sleeves. At the end I would like to hear if you agree or not. Here I go:

When I just left school I found a job as receptionist at a notary. In this dream a former colleague came to me. Yes you read it correctly. A former colleague. Not the notary I worked for back then, but a former colleague. I don’t think there will be any confusion about that for anyone, after all I mentioned who came to me three times by now. Ok. We started a conversation. Long and boring part short…. would I be interested to work for the notary again. Yes please! We send and old fashioned text message to my former colleagues containing the teasing question: “I will be your new team member…. Who am I”. No pictures, no group chat. This was old fashioned, like it was on my first phone, which is strange, because that phone was replaced by a smartphone a long time ago. No-one would know I send the message, unless they would have stored my number. The idea was no-one would have. Even though my message was old fashioned I got one back that contained a picture…. send by my sister? When did she start working for the notary. Not really a question I was going to ask at night, so in my dream it is totally normal for her to send this text. It’s not weird that all of a sudden I have a phone that has the capability to receive a picture with a text either. It is a picture of a ‘present’ I had given to her a long time ago which contained my name. It was some sort of notebook with stickers to put in it. A present you would give to a little girl rather than a grown-up. I had written something in it back then and signed it with my name. She was sure it was me. ( “Duh, caller-ID” I think wile typing this.) My text was send in the afternoon, the text of my sister came that evening and the next day I started work at my ‘old’ job.

Small side note. I don’t work there anymore because of the financial crisis that happened back then and there was less work to be done. He had to let people go, which is a whole other story I am not going to tell right now. The only important thing to know is that this company had to run on a minimum amount of employees for a while. Back to my dream.

This building did not look like the one I knew. It was big, lots of hallways, lots of rooms and on every wall where these huge letters spelling out which services the company offered. The building felt like a hospital. Only here no patients got cured, here services got provided. The ceilings were high, there were a lot of glass walls and the ones that were not made of glass where white. De words that hung on those walls were a light brown. They almost seemed to be made of coffee. I walked through the hallways for quite some time and ended up in an open space. It reminded me of a school cafeteria, no chairs and tables, but a lot of people talking to each other in small groups. At that moment I got another text from an old colleague, who was sure I was the one coming back as well. The colleague that had come to take me back was standing right next to me when I received it so I was told we were going to give a price to the sender of this text, because he/she was the first one with the correct answer. The colleague had already been told he won and I was struggling with myself because I really had to tell them that the winner was my sister, who was not my sister in my dream?. If I didn’t say something right know I would have to tell my sister she didn’t win because I wat too afraid to talk. A prospect that scared me as well.

Complete transformation in my dream world.
All of a sudden I am standing in front of a building together with my colleagues, but not with my sister. It is a low building, no storeys, square and a mild yellow colour. It is not too big and reminds me of our old community centre (only without other storeys). All colleagues were dressed in weird getups. Clown wigs, without the complementary make-up, were on top of some heads. One of them is dressed as an ‘elderly’, but most of all ‘funny’ costumes. I have no idea what they are supposed to be, but those are obviously characters they assume for work. One of them comes from the building with a few clothes, something I seem to think is normal. The clothes are hers, I can try them out to see what my work attire will be. It is mostly green around us. Trees, bushes, stuff like that. Not a person or building other than the one already mentioned in sight. There is a pick-up truck however, we were standing around it when the colleague came from the building. The car was a mild yellow, the hood and wheel covers a coffee colour. (hmmm, recurring colours?) I undress in front of everyone, standing in my briefs. Not all of them seem to feel comfortable with this, something that strikes me as strange. I get a thick pyjama kind of suit. The thing is a mustard colour and has a print of hotdogs ( I think, at least it has a print, but I really think they were hotdogs. And again brown/yellow?) They gave me a weird sort of scarf made of some kind of aluminium foil. The thing was blue and white and I could wear it around my neck or wave around with it. With the outfit apparently came a song: “From front, to back, From left, to right”. A song I should know the lyrics to, but the lyrics in my dream don’t match the ones I know. My character is a party animal, so that is what I will portrait when I start work.
I still don’t have a clue what it is I will be doing in my dream. I look ridiculous, as do my colleague, but in a strange way everything feels completely logical to me. Of course this is how thing have to be.

Ok, we are going to work.  We pass between two trees and arrive in the streets of…. A zoo? An amusement park? Still no clue where I work, but there are a lot of people walking in these streets and we are going to entertain them. I think I remember there were animals people could go and see, that is why I chose for mentioned options to wonder in which streets we were walking. There were a few houses, almost like a district with just five houses or something where build. Other than that it was an open space, and jet I manage to get surprised while walking around a corner, because apparently my colleagues are giving away a show and I join them quickly. Literally, because they formed a line and are holding hands, so I quickly get to the back of the row.

At some point the surroundings change while I am working. We are no longer in the streets, but on some sort of ginormous cruise ship. In the background there are huge flats made of dark red bricks. I am standing with my back turned to the bow of the ship and all of a sudden two strange things come from the air on the right hand side.
I am not good at drawing, too bad, but wat you see above this blog is the closest I can get to the ting that I still see in my head. A miniature flat? I wish I would be better at shadows and stuff.
The thing had three ‘legs’ and the middle part towers above those. The legs are equally divided underneath this middle part. It reminds me of Tetris blocks, 3d an weirdly grown together to make this tripod figuration. The two things land on deck and the top of them start to retract like a telescope (something I tried to draw as well).

My gut tells me this is not something good. Danger!!! Hide!!! On the other hand I am curious, so I keep glancing at it. Not to smart, because no I don’t have time to hide. In all of this I am still with those colleagues in strange costumes. I have no idea who or what came out of those tripod flats/Tetris blocks, but they turn out not to be friendly indeed. All of a sudden people die like flies in my dreams. Someone gets thrown over the railing here, someone gets turned into ashes by a heat ray there.

We go forward in time (what have I been doing in this time, I just saw those things land and all of a sudden they have been here for several months or years?) Everyone is afraid of the inhabitants of the tripods. If you’re not careful you are next in line to die and the technique of choosing is quite random.

At that moment a siren wails. All children start running, because apparently it is “kill the first kid you get your hands on” day. Al “tripod gods” get to kill a kid so that is what happens, gruesomely. I dreamt this part in detail as well, but I am not going to write that down. The fear I felt was intense. So was the fear. How dare the kill these kids like this! I want to ‘help’ but am to afraid. I feel like a coward. So many people are dying every time, but none of us act on it, because we are scared to die as well and glad we are still alive. I have to do something, it does not matter was.

At this point I wake up, realising I just had a VERY strange dream and keeping as still as I can. “I need to remember! Shall I get up an write it down? No I will stay here just a while longer, I can write my dream down in a minute”. I fell asleep again. When I woke up again I was still aware of the bizarre dream. Some fog was already surrounding it, so I got up and started typing. Ooh, the things that come from the sky, I can’t forget those, quick draw them, go on typing. Put as much detail as you can on paper.

So I did. At first I typed up the skeleton of the dream and after that I went back to the beginning to adjust the text, to get as many details in as I could. Trust me, nothing has been added by me. It was truly another dream. I have no clue as to how my head thinks up these crazy scenes. I do know I have been having a lot of vivid dreams again lately. Ah well, I can share those with you then. How many are there up to this point? Three? Four? I don’t feel like going through my old blogs to find out, but here you are. I am curious about your thoughts regarding this dream. I am starting to get the impression my ‘diary’ is turning into a ‘dream diary’. Sorry for the long post.

Love
Dreamer

 

Dreaming again

Summer has decided to stay it seems, I’m happy about it, even though it is hot out. Better hot than cold and rainy, although that can be nice and pretty as well. I prefer warmth. Vacation for me is not finding a mountain full of snow and sliding down the thing. I prefer sightseeing old stuff alternated with being at/in a pool and the sun keeping me company throughout the day. In other words, I feel like I have a vacation at home except for the pool. And the fact that someone else has cooked dinner. And the fact that the rooms get cleaned without my lifting a finger. And just going to breakfast instead of making it. And not working, but sightseeing.
Ok, so it is not a vacation at home, it is just vacation weather.  I am happy nonetheless.

So not much is happening because of this weather. I don’t do anything unless it needs to be done. But I found that I’ve had such vivid dreams these last few days it is crazy. When I get up in the morning they linger, I actually remember the dreams. If I would have been smart I’d have a dream diary as well, but I don’t so I am sorry, because most of these dreams slip away after an hour or so of being awake. I remember something afterward, but most of it is gone. I do remember that most of them involve treasure hunts or being chased by bad people, so all in all a whole lot of physical exercise is happening during the night. Too bad it does not show when I wake up. That would be great!

One dream I kind of remember, but day by day it slips a little bit further away from me. It involved a house or rather small castle of some kind. It was beautiful, not to big, in the middle of nowhere by a lake. I had been in love with this place for a while and somehow it was for sale now. My partner and I had bought the place and some-one gave us a tour through our new place. The main hall almost looked like a hall at the airport. Loads of windows, two stories up, but no floor in the middle. If you looked up you actually saw the floor above. It had a metal ladder like a fire escape to get up. Wait, I just figured that fire escapes don’t look the same in every country. It was sort of a metal spiral staircase where the steps have these holes in them like a cheese grate. I hope that helps a little. If you went up the stairs you had these nice little spaces that almost felt like a windowsill. Those things you can sit in and feel cosy. Behind that hall there was this space that had the feel of a loft, where the living room and kitchen and so would be. Now don’t ask me why, but the other rooms of the place where in a separate building. That thing had more of a medieval feel. Small rooms with stone walls, wooden doors and wooden beds. Those beds you see in movies when people go to jail and there is a “plank” held up by two chains in the wall.

There was a third building that was part of the purchase, and this building was something that concerned me. I was rethinking the buy because of it. It was kind of a church/monastery sort of building. It had this room meant for prayers that was sooooo beautiful, with tapestries on the walls and candles. The room just gave of such serenity! There where gardens with that and people were getting tours through the thing. The guide told about all the violent deaths that had occurred on these grounds before they build al the structures that where now there, so the place had ghosts. You actually saw the wandering around the garden an church halls! They were not the Harry Potter kind, but luckily for us, they weren’t vengeful either. Still, it made me reconsider the buy. My partner on the other hand was completely sold at this time, where at the beginning of the dream I was the one to say this was perfect and he was the one to tell me maybe it was not our best decision, now I told him maybe he was right after all, but he was already decorating the thing in his mind. No our old couch would have to go, we would buy a new one. And the walls were going to be painted in a very special style that does not exist in real life to my knowledge, that involved coins. Don’t ask me how that would have worked or looked, but my partner knew for sure that was what he wanted.

Now because he was so sure I knew we would have to stay here, ghosts or no ghosts, so I’d better make the best of it. This insane idea occurred to me just before I started waking up. I decided that the medieval building would become my workplace, where I would take care of people that knew there was only a short time left to live because of the illnesses they had. I would be the one to take care of them until they would die and make sure they were taken care of correctly before the funeral, so I would use the course I have taken and told you about in other blogs.

This is one crazy dream. For one thing I don’t have a medical degree, so how in the world would I take care of people that are dying and need medical attention. That was the first thing I thought when I woke up and I still think the thing is crazy, but hey, you make up your mind on that. I would love to hear your ideas on how to analyse the thing.

Love
Dreamer

 

30+ ℃

So first of all, I am sorry. What for this time? For the blogs I delivered the past three weeks.
I was reading them back, translating directly to my mum and noticed a LOT of mistakes, worst of all ass instead of as. Oops. I discover to many mistakes when I am reading them back for soundcloud as well, so I think I will see if I can find some time to go over all my old post to correct them. Other than that I hope I will do better in the future, but no promises, because to be honest I write directly what I think and I don’t take the time to read it back properly. So sorry in advance as well.

So let’s start properly. The title. There is a heatwave going on. Ironically I recorded the blogpost for soundcloud for today in which I state that we will never have a proper summer again as a way for the seasons to tell us we are screwing up the earth. Well, maybe we corrected ourselves, but I doubt it. Maybe global warming is finally through waiting and blasting us with all the heat it’s got.

I can’t for the life of me remember it ever being this hot, but I don’t want to complain either, because it has been a long time since we had a proper summer, and that part I do love. I just hope it will cool of a bit, because the heat is intense. I have never had this much trouble with heat in my life. If I don’t have to work I will not do much else, except sit in front of the ventilator. That makes this a great time for watching shows and listening to podcasts (don’t forget to listen to the latest one of Story Matters!). All in all, I am happy summer has finally come around. I love the sun, even if it is hot as hell.

Now, I am not a person that can do nothing, so even if I listen to something or watch a show, I will be keeping my hands busy. Right now I am working on gloves.
GLOVES!!!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU MAKE GLOVES WITH THIS WEATHER?
Well, I will be too late if I start when I actually need them, and I am sitting here anyway, so why not? I am going to make a couple of pairs in different colours so I can change things up if winter decides to come along again (although I hope he will take his sweet time to come back).

It actually started because I crocheted a knights helmet for my nephews. An adult I know asked me to make one for her as well, because the visor comes down and will protect her face when she is out in the cold. I got the wool for this from her about a month and a half ago and started making this thing. At the end I had some wool left, and since I was not the one that had paid for it I decided to use it to make something else she could use in the winter. I came across fingerless gloves, because crocheting fingers is hard. I made her a pair and liked them.

The wool I used for her was bulky, but there is a design for finer wool as well, so I decided to make those for myself. The difference between the patterns is that the fine pattern has an actual thumb piece, where the bulky one just had an opening to put you thumb through. The bulky one had been easy enough to follow, the fine one became more difficult at the thumb part. You see, people who make patterns  think that a photo of the stage they are at is good enough to see where you should be at if you follow the pattern, but some people, me included, find it easier to do something they saw. So I after taking the whole thing out and starting over I looked in the comments to see if there would be a YouTube video, so I could see wat to do with the thumb. Several people had asked for it already. The answer was always the same: “there is no video and I am not going to make one either. The pictures you see here should be enough, figure it out for yourself or stick with the easier stuff” It wasn’t put like that, but that was the thing I read while reading the no there isn’t, you should be able to figure it out with the pictures. As you can see in the picture I have succeeded after trial and error, but I would have really liked it if there would have been a YouTube link, because I like to see wat I need to do. Ah well, you can’t have everything.

Love
Dreamer

 

I am late!

And no, not like I am pregnant, more like I feel like the white rabbit of Alice in Wonderland right now. I need to leave home in about twenty minutes to go to work and I realised….
I did not write anything for my blog yesterday!!!!! I am late!!!! The next thing I thought was, do it tonight, but that’s no good, because I’ve got plans, so I’ll forget again.
Hell the reason I forgot in the first place was because I put it off yesterday, so…. I hope I can do this thing in a short amount of time and be happy with it. Maybe there are a bit more errors than you are used to, because normally I translate wat I wrote back to my own language for my mom, so she can have an update as well. Her English is not to strong, she is insecure about it, so I translate. A nice check for me. Not a secure check, because since I started putting these on soundcloud I come along a couple of mistakes, but… good enough I guess.
Luckily there are some things I know I can write about here right now, so the writing should not take too long 😀

Ok here I go, first subject carebears. I thought about them on my way to Rome and was wondering if I am the only adult that has this on their mind when seeing clouds. Whenever I see a nice big group of clouds I think about the carebears, because they lived on the clouds. So when going to Rome when we flew…… There was this nice big cloud and when you fly you are not just underneath. On earth you would not be able to see their home, but in the air, above the clouds…. I know it is not real, but hé a girl can dream right? So when above these beautiful clouds I thought about carebears and how I loved those things. Wouldn’t it be nice to see them on the clouds, just to know children around the world will have a little friend to help them if they need it.

Second subject. So not related to the first. I just wanted to share that with you but thought of it after the post I did last week. Second thing is that I started writing. Started…. I can’t promise I will finish. A friend of mine started writing a story just for her and her husband (sort of) and she asked me why I don’t write. My answer was that I do write, pointing out this blog. That was not wat she meant. She told me she loves the way I write and would like to read something else than just my blog. So I started writing…. So far I am in my second chapter of a story. I don’t know how long it will be, but it is fun to write again. Why again?

I had a story in my mind that I wanted to write since I was about 13 I guess. My favourite subject in school was writing stories. I never took the time to really do it though. Then at about 19 I started writing the thing down. After a couple of pages I lost interest and let it be.
A vacation came by, I wrote when I was at the pool, the story I had in my mind was still there, but it got a different starting point, it turned into a story in a story. We came back home. Interest was gone again.

Now years later I picked it up again, and behold… it is becoming a story in a story in a story. I want to stick with it this time though, but it is difficult to take the time and write. I need to push myself to work at it. I don’t know what will work though. Every week half a day or every day half an hour. Will I find my rhythm? Will I finish my story this time? I will keep you posted. And don’t ask me to write the story down here, because I am not writing it in English 😉

Love
Dreamer

Aftermath of Rome

I am back home. There is no place like it. I have had a great time in Rome, but it was good to sleep in my own bed again. You have been able to read a bit of it last week, and this week you will get the conclusion of it.

Let’s start with something that came back EVERY day. At every corner of every street you could find people selling baskets to tourist. A bowl that started out as a round plank of wo layers. One of these layers had a rim you could pull up and voila, you had a bowl/basket type thing. Letting it down again always made this clacking sound. Every evening while we were at the restaurant these men would come along to sell these ass well. The men in our little group started to call it ‘little clacker’, or at least that would be what they called it in English if I translate it the best I can. This happened Tuesday to start with. Wednesday the same man came along and called it little clacker when he passed our table and recognised us. On Thursday it was another man, so at our table the men said little clacker again. The man started to laugh, telling us his colleague had told him about us. Laughs all around.

The other thing you found everywhere accept at dinner luckily was a toy that looked like a pig. The people selling it had a crate with a board taped to one of the small sides. The would set that down on the other side, so it would form some kind of table. The toy would then be thrown on top of that board where it would flatten out completely, only to reform to its original shape. It made a sound that reminded me of a lamb every time they threw it down. I can’t believe they go to sleep not hearing that sound even when not throwing down these things, but maybe they don’t even hear it anymore.

You could also by a self-stick every other step you took and water. If you told the first man no, the next would still try, after all, there is a good possibility you will be wanting something from him after just two steps!

While ‘touristing’ through Rome I had several ideas of things I found funny and wanted to recollect for the blog. With no pen and paper at hand (learning curve) I forgot most of it though. Sorry.

One of the things I do remember (because I filmed the road to help myself remember, and get a good picture to use for the blog) is getting images of taxi’s trying to grab hold of people, to take them off to their lairs. Why? Because there are lanes in Rome that state “TAXI ATAC”. So obviously I see that as a warning or command maybe. Just like those fighting games: Taxi, atac!’ I know without the spellcheck of Word that you don’t write it like that, but it sounds the same in my head, so it means the same in my had. I see a Pokémon, yellow with a stripe of black and white squares along the side, ready to attack. Tell him to use “smog attack”, and he’ll turn around and use a tailpipe looking part on his body to smog things up!
Yeah I know, too much imagination.

Let’s go back to ‘touristing’. So on Thursday we have been to the Colosseum. I didn’t think too much of it before we went, but once inside it was beautiful. So well-structured and huge if you think about the fact they did not have the building tools we have. And the view! When you are inside the thing you can look into the ‘catacombs’.  The floor of the arena has been stripped of for a large part and you see the structure that lies beneath it. Wow! All the people that could have fit in there to watch a spectacle an all the things that must have happened in those ‘hallways’ underneath the floor. I can only imagine, and badly at that, because to be honest, history is not one of my strong suits.

After that we went to the basilica of St. Paul. There are actually two, one within the walls of Rome and one outside the walls of Rome. Thursday was for the one outside the walls. It was beautiful as well. I could have walked around for hours looking at all the paintwork inside. While looking up I saw all the popes where high up on the wall, in circular spots especially put there for them and only the current pope was lighted, so he stood out. I liked that detail. The dead popes in the ‘dark’ and the current one in the light.
I can’t tell you wat it is with churches. I mean, I was not brought op religious, but I love churches. Most of these buildings have such a wonderful atmosphere. And with churches I mean all kinds of religious buildings, I love to visit them because they breath peace most of the times. So did St. Pauls. Looking up at the paintwork I was in awe again.
On Friday my mother in law, my sister in law and I stumbled across the basilica of St. Paul within the walls as well. It is smaller than the other one, but beautiful none the less.
We were on our way to go shopping, since it was the last day when we came across it, and I am glad we did. The men missed this one :D.

Then time was up, we needed to catch a plane and so we did. Not much more to tell. No spectacular things happening to make a more spicy story. Not even my imagination could make anything of it, because I was ready to sleep. As said I am glad to be back home, away from loads of people, because even though I loved seeing all those beautiful things, all these people around you, in your space, take up a lot of your energy. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world though.

Love
Dreamer

 

 

When in Rome…

Act like a tourist. At least that’s what I am doing, so if there are more mistakes than usual, it is because my mobile device does not have Word that has an English spelling check and the keyboard of that same device keeps sugesting words in another language as well. Now you truly get to see how bad my English spelling is, but that should only add to the fun. Another thing that comes with me being in Rome, this will be a longer post than u are used to, after all, what better time to keep a diary than this?

So, I am in Rome, but dit not want to skip the blog. Solution, see above. Now hopefully I will be able to place it, time will tell.

Rome is beautifull, the language sounds like it is sung and the sun is shining, at least up ‘till now. The yourney here was great. For the first time ever I had breackfast on a plane, included in the ticket! There was this weird lady that sat in the same row of seats as I did, but after a while two people could prove with their tickets she was in the wrong seat. Turns out her seat was on the third row, she was sitting in the fourth. She took her sweet time gathering her belongings and relocating as if there where no other people boarding!!!

I allways love that moment the plane takes off. The rumble of the engines, the thrust you feel at take off and the rollercoaster feeling to get to the right hight! After that is is like riding a train, but with better view. I remember thinking the rivers below us looked like a spiders web. Sadly I completely missed the landing because I was talking, so it startled me when the plane touched down. On the other hand that means I had a good time on the plane.

So we had arrived, Wooohooooo, Rome here we come!!!! So the first order of business is getting a ride for six to the hotel one of us in a wheelchair. We have covered travel during our stay, but the transfer moments between airport and hotel got canceled last minute. We had been walking around at the airport for a while, searching for a specific transfer company we could not find. Several people had come up to us to offer their services. One off them huried of quite suddenly and not to long after we found out why. Airport security came our way. At first I thought we where in trouble, even though we didn’t do anything wrong. He said: “only white taxi”. I felt like a spy that forgot the codeword. Luckily nu sister in law knew wat was going on. He told us to only take a white taxi, because those are legit.

Right now we are two days in, when I try to post this in the morning our third day wil start. So far we have seen the pantheon, the trevi fountain and Vatican city. The last one we did today. I found It beautifull, espacially the Saint Peter cathedral. I walked in and literally lost my breath after the second step. Right after I got the urge to cry my eyes out, no clue as to why. The feeling left me the moment I went outside, but I have taken my time inside, it was so beautifull. Literally breathtaking in my case. Next stop will be the colloseum, looking forward to that to.

Not to far from the hotel we have found a restaurant that will be our place for dinner during all of our stay. Not to expensive, good service and most important good food and drinks.

I will go on being a tourist untill Friday, such punishment being here :D. At the beginning I wrote the post would be longer, but I find I want to sleep when I enter my room, so the writing is quite compact, but I will try to remember the best bits and maybe elaborate on this in a later blog. This is it for now. Write to you later.

Love dreamer