I don’t remember how I become so eager to visit Târgu Mures’s Zoo (Romania); must have been an article on the internet a couple of years back.
And then – kind of out of nowhere – this Spring I had the opportunity to visit it. It was the sunniest day of the year so far (sometime in March) and there I was entering the great forest all excited to see the beautiful animals.
So long, excitement! Seeing these animals made me anything but happy.
It was 16th April and I was visiting Bratislava for the 3rd time. It had been only 3 months ago I said that I’m looking forward for my Spring and Autumn walks in Bratislava, and here I was sticking to my wishes.
It seems like the Slovak capital gets smaller and smaller with every visit. But I kind of got over that with the walk up the hill, where the Bratislava castle (Bratislavský hrad) is. It’s still not a place or an experience to get crazy about, but it’s hard to see a city from above and not be happy with it.
”Just look at me to know that I do
Look at me to know that it’s true.”
The day starts, it’s 00:00. I missed it but a few minutes later I am remembered. Outside I imagine it’s cold and dark – during the day it has snowed. Inside – warm air filled with a smell that attaches a bunch of great memories. Could I remain there?
We try to get comfortable but the light is too harsh. The ride is silent enough though and I can think peacefully. I am 22 now. I am traveling with great people; the best people.
The next thing I remember is laughter. And wind – it’s so cold, so unforgiving. And then Budapest starts to unwrap. It’s so different from outside of a car… However, it’s far from being daunting like I aspect big cities to be like. Or maybe is the this new ‘relax, you don’t need to worry’ whisper that got cozy near my ears.
We start in the back of the Parliament, where as soon as we arrive it starts to hail. Then it stops, the sun gets out while the freezing wind continues to blow. By the time we reach the Danube I am way to happy to finally be here so I start to care less of the weather.
”And I hate that I can’t say your name
Without feeling like I’m part of the blame
And it’s never gonna feel quite the same
But it’s never gonna change.
And I hate that I’m always so young
Had me feeling like you were the one
And it’s never gonna feel like it’s done
‘Cause it’s never gonna change.”
I feel like is quite early for me to learn that in order to mix business with pleasure you have to make a few sacrifices but it only makes me happy.
This being said, I’ll tell the story backwards:
- it is Saturday morning between 8 and 9 o’clock and I am walking around Bucharest’s Old City;
- I wake up at 7:20 tired after 6 hours of sleep and just as willing to sleep some more, when I remember (that)
- last night, giving my hotel room-mate the heads up that I’ll go in the morning for some city exploration she asked me bewildered: “WHY?!”