SIx months.
It's a while.
Holland was something indeed. As the dust settles after 3 weeks of frantic labor I sit here in the relative calm and reflect.
I liked the dutch, speaking the language also gives you more insight into the culture.
The dutch tend to be direct, almost never prudish, temperate and practical. For one with a mediterranean temperament, with our tendency for flair and exaggeration it was a bit stifling.
Nevertheless, their care for the environment, the organisation and the fact you can actually bike to work was very refreshing.
Now I am back, In seductively chaotic Greece and I miss the calm and concise nature of Holland.
Still the nightlife and closeness and expressiveness of Greece is fulfilling and exciting.
More so It's interesting being back on the Fu. Some things different, some new people, some already known.
Fleeting as every moment is, it holds within it a lifetime of emotion and stimuli. We move from one stage to the next. Be it country. house, relationship status.
One goes and another comes, and the dance continues.
Hopefully we have moved ahead each time and get the chance to make new mistakes rather than old ones and get some things right we have yet to get.
Music in the background and cigarette smoldering in the ashtray pensively I find myself looking forward to the ride.