tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808490592167357362024-03-13T03:52:07.507-07:00CREATOR PE GLOBACEASTA MICA PLANETA ESTE FLOAREA DE LOTUS A PARADISULUIAlexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-74795544252560298062014-11-09T06:42:00.004-08:002014-11-09T06:42:59.394-08:00TOKYO 23 iunie - 1 iulie 2014<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 24px;">
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Ahhh…imi trebuie putin timp pentru a-mi aduna gandurile si a povesti despre mancarea din Tokyo. Bineanteles ca nu a fost asa cum ne-am imaginat din Romania ca va fi, dar ne-am propus sa experimentam orice. Cel mai mult ne-au surprins patiseriile si copturile. Sincer nu stiu de ce francezii sunt considerati primii in randul patiserilor din intreaga lume, pentru ca japonezii din punctul meu de vedere sunt la ani lumina de ceea ce se intampla in Franta la acest capitol. Imi vine foarte greu sa scriu din cauza amintitilor culinare inca foarte vii in mintea si inima mea. Cea mai buna prajitura mancata vreodata a fost un pndispan de banane cumparat de la mall-ul Tokyo Bay. Ahhhh…era un aluat pufos cu o aroma divina de banane, foarte racoritor. De obicei aluatul de pandispan e inecacios, dar asta era suculent desi nu avea crema, racoros desi era la temperatura camerei, iar gustul…mi-l voi aminti tot restul vietii. Foarte bun. Alta coptura care m-a impresionat a fost un fel de amestec intre pandispan si clatite. Aceasta minunatie se cocea pe o bara mare de fier, arata ca un kurtosh kalach dar mult mai gros. Se serveste in felii, iar in sectiune se vede ca niste clatite suprapuse. O felie costa 1080 yeni si merita fiecare yen. Pe langa aceste capodopere culinare am mai incercat si prajitura cu mango, covrigi din foietaj cu crema, croissant cu ciocolata, inghetata de cartof dulce. Cea mai ciudata experienta am avut-o in Kamakura unde am vrut sa mancam iaurt inghetat cu clatite. Deci am luat un iaurt inghetat intr-un pahar cu 2 clatite mici. Nu asta ne-a mirat. Dupa doua lingurite de iaurt vedem si componenta ciudata a desertului: dulceata de fasole rosie. In dulceata se simteau boabele de fasole si era extrem, extrem de dulce. Dar cel mai groaznic desert din toate timpurile este prajitura japoneza din orez cu crema de fasole. Costa 81 de yeni si are un gust oribil. Are o consistenta foarte ciudata: pasta de orez e foarte cleioasa si ti se lipeste de dinti, iar pasta de fasole la fel, usor dulceaga. Nu recomand asa ceva nimanui pentru nimic in lume. Cam la acelasi nivel as aseza si suhi-ul japonez. Asta e doar o parere personala. Mie nu imi place consistenta si nici gustul pestelui crud. Sunt sigura ca era preparat corect si arata bine dar mie nu mi-a placut. Si au mai adus un fel de budinca la acest preparat care nu era numai oribila, era si gretoasa. Era ceva din ou cred, era uleioasa si nu am putut-o manca. Sigur ca am intrebat ce este dar cum limba engleza este foarte greu intalnita in Japonia, nu am primit nici un raspuns inteligibil. Mereu primeam raspunsuri in japoneza, indiferent ce intrebam, deci… O alta experienta culinara nu pera reusita se numeste udon. Udon este un preparat care se serveste cald ca o supa sau rece ca niste paste. Eu nu stiu din ce motiv am ales sa le servesc reci. Nu au nici un gust. Ti se servesc cu anumite condimente dar ele nu imbunatatesc deloc gustul de paste reci. Dar am avut si experiente placute si foarte placute. Una din acestea a fost langa statia Tokyo. Japonezii au foarte multe restaurante unde merg in pauza de pranz si mananca foarte repede, deci comandarea mancarii si servirea trebuie sa fie precise. Doar pe acea strada am intalnit un sistem de comandare unic si interesant: afara este un panou cu toate felurile de mancare numerotate. Te uiti la poze, ca de citit nu ai cum si iti alegi platoul favorit. La unele restaurante intri si spui direct numarul si bucatarul ti le prapara in fata ta, la restaurantul unde am fost noi la parter era o receptionera care ne-a intrebat numarul platoului si apoi ne-a poftit sus. Aici am ocupat o masa, ni s-a adus o ceasca de ceai rece si apoi in nici 2 minute ni s-au adus si supele Ramen si budinca de mango. Uau, nu am mai vazut niciodata asa o rapiditate in aducerea comenzii. Cred ca a fost cea mai buna supa din viata mea si eu nu sunt un fan al supelor. Iar budinca de mango…of, nu sunt cuvinte sa descriu asa o bunatate. Foarte usoara, nu prea dulce, cu multe bucati de mango si cu o urma de sirop de capsuni. MMmmmm. Majoritatea meselor le-am luat la hotel pentru ca nu am gasit multe restaurante pe gustul nostru, adica multe erau mici, multe serveau carne si noi cautam fructe de mare ceea ce e destul de greu de gasit. Bine noi avem si o problema: ne place sa cautam restaurantul perfect si pentru asta stam cu stomacurile lipite de sira spinarii pana il gasim. De data asta ne-am intrecut recordul personal intr-o seara in Shinjuku. Mai intai am survolat bulevardul principal si am constatat ca nu exista nici un loc decent pentru noi, apoi am inceput sa mergem pe strazi lateralnice. Pe una din aceste stradute am vazut si o alta latura a Japoniei: era o straduta mica, ingusta si intunecata cu tarabe(mult spus) cu tot felul de mancaruri in principal gratare de vita sau porc. Era un intuneric si un fum acolo de abia puteai respira. La nici un astfel de ”restaurant” nu aveai decat un mic scaun inalt asezat in fata unei mese gen bar iar la capatul mesei era un gratar care era plin de carne. Repet, noi cautam peste sau fructe de mare. La un moment dat am gasit un meniu cu creveti si am dorit sa intram, desi interiorul nu ne atragea prea mult dar ne era foame. O dom`soara zambareata ne-a informat ca daca vrem sa mancam acolo ar trebui sa platim vreo 3 euro de persoana serviciul. Poftim? Pana acum nu mai intalnisem asa ceva in Japonia. Am plecat. Am mai avut o tentativa la un alt ”restaurant”, iar aici chiar ne-au data afara, ceea ce ne-a mirat extrem de mult pentru ca japonezii in general sunt extrem de politicosi. Deci noi am intrebat in engleza desigur daca au peste si ni s-a raspuns ca nu, nu, ei nu servesc turistii, nu au meniuri in engleza si ni s-a aratat usa. Am mai coborat intr-un local unde vazuseram doua meniuri cu peste si orez care chiar pareau apetisante. In interior insa am descoperit ca de fapt ei nu aveau nimic din meniul de afara, nici bauturi, nica. Intr-un final am crezut ca soarta ne-a zambit: am vazut un restaurant foarte cochet, cu niste mese puse in interiorul unui butoi foarte mare. Butoaiele erau foarte mari, erau cam 6 butoaie in toata camera si ni s-a parut foarte interesant sa iei cina intr-un astfel de local, foarte intim. Cand am intrat am vazut pe stanga un cuplu care astepta si am banuit ca isi asteapta locul la butoi. Ok, astptam si noi desi foamea era destul de greu de indurat. Vine la un moment dat un chelner si ne spune ca dureaza 20 de minute pana se elibereaza un loc si ca ne programeaza. Ne-am plimbat putin pana a inceput ploaia si dupa 20 de minute ne-am intors. Chelnerul foarte dragut, mai venea din cand in cand si ne mai spunea cate ceva in japoneza. Noi normal, nu intelegeam nimic. Deja incepeam sa ma enervez. Dupa inca vreo 10 minute vine si iar in japoneza ne indruma spre un lift si ne spune ca sa apasam la etajul -1. Ajungem la -1 si ramanem cu gurile cascate: aici nu era nici un butoi, erau doar niste mese traditionale, joase. Desi eram dezamagite ca nu stateam singure intr-un butoi, am acceptat macar sa vedem meniul. Dupa 2 minute timp in care am studiat meniul, ne-am ridicat si am plecat pentru ca langa noi avea loc o petrecere intre niste tineri japonezi care rageau si tipau cat ii tineau plamanii iar noi nu ne mai auzeam nici gandurile. Bine, nici chelnerita nu ne-a acordat nici o atentie, asa ca nu s-a suparat nici ea probabil. Cu ultimele forte am mers catre un mall cu restaurante. In Japonia exista astfel de cladiri cu cate 8-9 etaje iar pe fiecare etaj exista 3-4 restaurante. Am urcat la etajul 8 si am ales un restaurant foarte linistit si decent. Aici am comandat un peste la gratar cu orez, o supa si galuste cu carne si legume. Supa a fost interesanta pentru ca puteai sa ti-o condimentezi singur: ti se oferea un bol in care iti turnai singur supa simpla cu gust de peste si legume dupa care adaugai legume si condimente din bolurile de pe platouri. Tot aici am baut si un sake cald, destul de bun. Nu foarte bun totusi, pentru ca cel mai bun sake l-am baut in Koln la un restaurant asiatic, era cald si extrem de aromat. Unul dintre cele mai groaznice sake-uri dar si cea mai buna mancare din Japonia am experimentat-o la un restaurant chinezesc in Tokyo station pe Kitchen street. Sake-ul era rece si foarte, foarte tare, semana cu cognac-ul care nu e chiar preferatul meu. Ceea ce m-a mirat in toate restaurantele in care am fost in Tokyo au fost portile care erau imense. Si observam cum japonezii, mai ales femeile care probabil cantaresc nu mai mult decat 40 de kg cu tot cu umbrele si bocanci, mananca cantitati inimaginabile intr-un timp record. Deci li se aduce un lighean(nu pot spune ca e castron pentru ca avea cam 2-3 kg) cu taitei si putina zeama delicioasa iar in cateva minute chelnerul vine si ia castronul inapoi gol golut. Si tehnica de absorbire(ca sa nu spun de sugere) a taiteilor e impresionanta si din punct de vedere al vitezei si al fortei. Inca nu am prea inteles cum fiinte atat de slabe, aproape scheletice pot inghite asemenea cantitati si sa nu se ingrase. Si pe langa aceste mese copioase mai au si acele patiserii pe care le cumpara engros. La acest restaurant mi s-a adus o tava plina cu tot felul de castronase mici in care se aflau doua piftele din carne cu sos, muraturi chinezesti, diverse sosuri. Partea principala a pranzului era un lighean cu taitei fierti intr-un sos absolut divin care iti trezea toate simturile. Apoi pe o farfuriuta se afla o chifla din faina de orez umpluta cu carne si sos. </div>
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covrig umplut cu crema de unt<br />
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cutie bento<br />
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inghetata cu clatite si dulceata de fasole<br />
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galuste vegetale<br />
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orez cu peste si supa<br />
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cea mai buna prajitura cu banane din lume din toate timpurile<br />
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cina de la hotel: creveti, peste prajit, salate<br />
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orez cu creveti<br />
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la restaurantul chinezesc<br />
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Japonia este experienta suprema in viata unui calator. Este prima tara asiatica vizitata si am ramas profund impresionate de nivelul de civilizatie, politete, tehnica, curatenie, amabilitate, servicii. Dar deasupra tuturor mirarilor si admiratiilor se afla oamenii. Este adevarat ca noi am ales sa avem o experienta de neuitat si am ales cea mai buna linie aeriana: Qatar airlines. A fost pentru prima data cand am zburat cu aceasta linie, dar nu ultima cu siguranta. Am zburat 4 ore pana in Doha, capitala Qatarului, unde am stat 3 ore in aeroportul Hamad, proaspat renovat. Surprizele placute au inceput inca de aici: la fiecare 5 metri exista cate un cetatean pregatit pentru a te indruma oriunde doresti sa mergi, sa-ti ofere orice informatie ai nevoie cu zambetul pe buze. Singurul aspect mai putin placut in acest aeroport sunt locurile special amenajate pentru fumatori: sunt mici, gri si seamana foarte mult cu o camera de gazare. In rest totul este locul perfect pentru orice tranzitie catre alta tara, mai ales ca nu are ora de inchidere, toate magazinele sunt deschise non-stop. Din Doha am zburat inca 10 ore pana in Tokyo. In aeroportul Narita am trecut pe la emigrari, am luat viza, ni s-au facut poze si ni s-au luat amprente. Nu a durat insa foarte mult timp.Apoi am pus bagajele pe un carucior si ne-am indreptat spre biroul de unde am cumparat 2 bilete la firma Limusine Bus pentru insula Odaiba unde se alfa hotelul la care ne-am cazat. Aceasta firma, si altele la fel, conduce calatorii de la aeroportul Narita direct la hotelurile aferente fiecaruia. Am luat biletele care costa aproximativ 22 de euro si am iesit la peron, aflat foarte aproape de iesire. Am identificat poarta de plecare foarte repede si aici am vazut o fata draguta care ne-a intrebat unde mergem si ne-a cerut biletele. Pe ecranul de la poarta erau scrise 3 curse, din care a noastra era a doua. Pe jos in fata ecranului erau desenate trei culoare cu vopsea alba si fiecare calator trebuia sa se aseze la coada conform cursei sale. Noi aveam bilete la al doilea autobuz deci ne-am asezat la coada nr 2. In cateva secunde a venit un alt domn care ne-a cerut biletele si ne-a luat bagajele, le-a atatsat o hartie cu un numar, ne-a dat si noua acelasi nr pentru ridicarea bagajelor la hotel si ne-a facut semn sa asteptam autobuzul. Toate astea fara sa ne spuna nici un cuvant, doar prin semne politicoase. Si a venit autobuzul. La aceasta poarta lucrau o fata si un baiat care iti luau bagajele si le puneau in cala autobuzului si te ghidau spre in teriorul masinei. Cand a sosit autobuzul in statie, cei doi s-au aliniat in fata si s-au aplecat in semn de respect fata de sofer probabil. Au stat asa aplecati pana cand soferul a coborat. Apoi ni s-a facut semn sa intram. Cu pupilele dilatate de mirare am observat ca si la plecarea autobuzului cei doi s-au aplecat respectos si au stat asa cateva secunde. Dupa o ora si jumatate am ajuns in fata hotelului. Aici a venit un domn care ne-a luat bagajele din cala si le-a asezat pe un carucior si ne-a poftit in hol de unde ne-a preluat un altul care ne-a condus catre receptie. Langa receptie se aflau 5 persoane care asteptau sa te serveasca cu orice aveai nevoie. Unul dintre ei ne-a aratat unde sa mergem desi noi deja vazusem unde este recpetionerul. Ni s-a facut cazarea si apoi de data asta o fata destul de maruntica ne-a preluat cu tot cu bagaje pana la camera. Noi am mai stat in Europa la hoteluri de 4 si chiar 5 stele, dar asa ceva nu ne-a fost dat sa vedem. Noi am ales un hotel de 4 stele, Grand Pacific le Daiba , care s-a dovedid a fi de 5 stele.Serviciile si personalul au fost perfecte. De exemplu: hotelul iti ofera 4 plicuri de cafea si 4 de ceai verde pentru a incepe dimineata cu zambetul pe buze din camera. Eu nu beau cafea, dar mama da si nu a considerat ca 4 plicuri de cafea sunt suficiente pentru o dimineata insorita. Deci a trebuit sa lasam un biletel doamnei de la curatenie pentru a o ruga sa ne lase 8 pliculete de cafea. Nu numai ca am primit numarul de plicuri cerute, dar am primit si un biletel in care ni s-a multumit ca am ales acel hotel si ni s-a urat o sedere placuta in continuare. Acest minunat hotel se afla pe insula artificial construita numita Odaiba. Pentru a ajunge in centrul orasului Tokyo trebuie sa iei monorail-ul, un fel de metrou care merge fara conductor, pe sine aflate la cativa metri inaltime, la foarte multi metri inaltime. Din Odaiba pana in Shimbashi un bilet costa 320 de yeni japonezi. De aici mergi cu JR(japanese railway) linia Yamanote doua statii pana in statia Tokyo, bilet care costa 140 de yeni. Pentru schimbatul banilor recomand mall-ul Daimaru undeva la etajul 3, este cel mai bun curs: 1 euro este 134 yeni, iar la casele de schimb valutar un euro este 131 yeni. Si in Odaiba la Aqua Magic la un automat de schimbat un euro este tot 134 yeni. Cum se cumpara un bilet in statia Tokyo si in alte statii: te duci in fata automatelor, te uiti la harta tuturor liniilor de metrou si cauti statia la care vrei sa cobori. La fiecare statie scrie cate o cifra care reprezinta pretul in yeni din locul in care te afli pana la statia respectiva. Deci daca te afli in shimbashi si vrei sa ajungi in Tokyo station, te uiti pe harta la Tokyo station si acolo vezi scris 140 yeni. Scoti din buzunar 140 de yeni si ii bagi in masina automata, asta dupa ce ai apasat butonul pentru engleza desigur. Nu exista abonamente pentru o saptamana, nici macar pentru o zi. Exista doar o cartela pe care o poti incarca cu mai multi yeni. Daca totusi nu te descurci, langa fiecare intrare exista un birou unde poti intreba orice legat de calatoriile cu metroul, de la pret pana la traseu. Am auzit multe povesti despre faptul ca in Japonia nu te poti descurca pentru ca totul este scris in japoneza. Partial asa este, numai ca exista oameni peste tot, efectiv la fiecare pas, pregatiti pentru a raspunde la orice intrebare ai avea in legatura cu orice, si e pacat sa nu-i intrebi pentru ca asta ii face atat de fericiti. Chiar daca nu stiu engleza, fac tot posibilul si te ajuta, dupa care se apleaca si iti zambesc timp de 5 minute. E un sentiment foarte placut si e amuzant in acelasi timp cum te poti intelege prin semne si cum ii poti ferici printr-o simpla intrebare. In plus, in statia de tren Tokyo, exista multe birouri de informare unde se vorbeste engleza. Pe noi ne-a abordat un tanar in metrou si ne-a spus ca el vorbeste engleza si ne-a intrebat daca ne poate ajuta cu orice fel de informatie. Astea fiind spuse, doar rea vointa sa ai sa nu te poti descurca in Tokyo. Fiecare interactiune cu oamenii iti aduce zambetul pe buze. Cel mai bun exemplu de politete coplesitoare este la cumparaturi. Am vazut o pereche de pantaloni la un magazin, mi-au placut, i-am luat si am intrat in cabina de probat. Nici aceste cabine nu sunt ca in Europa, aici podeaua este alcatuita dintr-un mic podium cu mocheta si nu trebuie sa intri incaltat, pantofii raman afara. Asa am si facut iar cand am iesit am observat ca vanzatoarea trecuse pe acolo si imi aranjase pantofii foarte frumos astfel incat atunci cand voi iesi sa pot pasi direct in incaltari. Apoi in drum spre casa de marcat vine o alta vanzatoare si te ajuta sa duci imbracamintea catre casa. Aici te preia o alta vanzatoare care se uita la panatloni de exemplu si te intreaba daca marimea este ok, daca iti vin bine. Apoi urmeaza un ritual al impachetarii care se finalizeaza cu sigilarea pungii. Apoi te conduce pana la iesirea din magazin, iti inmaneaza punga cu ambele maini zambind si se apleaca respectuos. Prima data cand am cumparat ceva si doamna de acolo a luat punga si ne-a poftit catre iesire, nici nu stiam ce se intampla. Pana la urma ne-am obisnuit. Dar acelasi lucru s-a intamplat si cand am cumparat o scrumiera portabila, care e foarte mica si ambalata intr-o punga foarte mare. Ne-a trebuit acea scrumiera portabila pentru ca in Tokyo nu exista multe cosuri de gunoi. In primele zile nu cred ca am vazut 2 cosuri de gunoi si alea erau doar pentru cutii si sticle. In tot acest timp am incercat sa-i urmarim pe localnici sa vedem ce fac ei cu gunoiul sau cu tigarile fumate. Pana la urma am reusit sa vedem un japonez care dupa ce a fumat si-a scos tacticos un fel de portofel de piele si si-a asezat frumos mucul de tigara acolo, dupa care si-a pus scrumiera in buzunar. Pe langa asta mai este problema si cu locurile de fumat. Nu se fumeaza oriunde, doar in locurile special amenazate si astea sunt foarte putine. Cele care sunt arata ca o cutie mica si plina de fum. Dar exista multe restaurante in care se poate fuma.
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Pentru majoritatea oamenilor vacantele incep cu drumul catre aeroport; pentru noi incep cu drumul catre hotelul pentru animale pentru a ne lasa odorul. Si acum vreau sa fiu putin rautacioasa dar spun adevarul(din pacate pentru alti caini); pana acum ne-am lasat cainele intr-un loc ce parea civilizat si exorbitant de scump pentru serviciile oferite: Planeta Hamham. Am crezut ca daca dai un purcoi de bani, cainele tau va fi tratat decent si cu mare atentie. Nu este chiar asa. De fiecare data cand trebuia sa il duc la acel hotel eram foarte emotionata, aveam dureri de stomac, simteam o strangere de inima, ma gandeam numai la el si in general nu imi mai ardea de nici o vacanta. Cand il luam de acolo cainele mirosea a grajd, era foarte stresat psihic si dormea 2-3 ore neantors, in plus cand il plimbam puteam observa ca piciorele ii erau amortite si doua-trei zile se misca destul de ciudat. In plus cu banii mei, tot eu trebuia sa ii sun de mai multe ori pentru a programa dog-taxi-ul pentru dus-intors si pentru a-i gasi lui Adamus(asa il cheama pe sufletul meu pereche) un alt caine cu care sa stea pe timpul zilei, toate astea platite desigur. Deci dog-taxi nu functioneaza sambata si duminica, web-cam-ul nu merge, gradinita(atunci cand cainele cazat sta toata ziua afara cu alti caini) nu se poate pentru ca haitele de caini deja s-au format, etc. Si cireasa de pe tort este ca dupa o saptamana in care ai fost stresat(eu sunt foarte conectata cu cainele meu si simt ce simte si el), te intorci din asa-zis-a vacanta si vrei sa-l vezi cat mai repede si intrebi si tu ca omu: Unde este Adamus? Ti se raspunde cu o expresie tampa: care, ala agresiv? Dupa ce-mi revin din lesin, intreb: cum adica ala agresiv, cainele meu nu e agresiv. Ei, nu este cu dumneavoastra, dar e foarte pretentios, nu accepta pe oricine, mi s-a raspuns. Eu am un ciobanesc unguresc frumushal shi dragalas de numai 65 de kg, dar foarte, foarte bland. Daca este tratat cu iubire si respect, se comporta exemplar. Concluzia e ca Planeta hamham m-a dezamagit si vreau sa uit ca am trecut vreodata pe acolo. De data asta totul s-a intors la 180 de grade. Am intrebat in stanga si in dreapta(nu mi s-a raspuns dar eu am intrebat), am cautat disperata pe internet si…am gasit: Ringstar pet hotel. Nu am avut incredere in ce scria pe site-ul hotelului si m-am deplasat personal pentru a vedea personalul si conditiile reale de cazare. Ei bine oamenii astia sunt culmea: imaginile si informatiile de pe site sunt corecte si personalul este foarte amabil. Mi s-au prezentat toate camerele, mi s-a intocmit un contract de cazare a patrupedului iubit, un fel de formular in care trebuie notate toate informatiile necesare pentru un sejur de vis: ce si cand mananca, cat si cand se plimba, de ce boli sufera, ce varsta are, ce vaccinuri are facute, etc. In ziua plecarii domnul de la dog-taxi a venit la ora stabilita si l-am transportat la hotel. Cel mai mult m-a socat in mod pozitiv faptul ca inainte cu o saptamana sau cateva zile inainte de plecare nu am simtit nici o emotie in legatura cu separarea de Adamus, nu mi-a parut rau ca iar plec si il las singur o saptamana, nimic. Din momentul in care a intrat in hotel, Adamus s-a relaxat, s-a asezat pe podea cu piciorele in sus si i-a placut foarte mult pe cei de acolo. L-am dus in camera lui si am plecat imediat tocmai cand bea apa(data trecuta am plecat in lacrimi). In hol au un televizor de pe care iti poti observa cainele, care dupa cateva zgarieturi pe usa, s-a acomodat repede cu atmosfera. In hol ne-am intalnit si cu managerul si seful intregului hotel: Robert Caraiman care ne-a impresionat cu amabilitatea si pasiunea sa pentru caini. Ne-a comunicat ca fiecare angajat de acolo este obligat prin contractul de munca sa detina un caine sau o pisica si ca daca indrazneste ca agreseze chiar si verbal un oastepe cazat la hotelul sau este imediat concediat; lucru care de altfel mi se pare mai mult decat normal, daca nu iubesti animalele si nu ai compasiune pentru ele nu ai ce cauta intr-un astfel de job. Si am plecat spre aeroport fara pareri de rau fara emotii. Pe toata durata vacantei mi-am putut vedea frumusetea de caine de pe web-cam: cum bea apa, cum il scoate la ora exacta (si uneori chiar mai devreme) la plimbare, cum se misca, cum se plimba prin camera, cum nu s-a urcat niciodata pe canapeaua sau fotoliul din dotare, etc. Intr-o seara le-am cerut celor de la Ringstar pe facebook sa ii indeparteze covorul si sa ii inchida lumina pe timpul noptii si cateva ore mai tarziu am observat schimbarile. Diferentele s-au vazut si dupa ce l-am adus acasa: nu a mai dormit ore in sir pentru ca nu mai era stresat, nu mirosea a nimic respingator, nu avea muschii atrofiati, nu avea dificultati in miscare. Ma bucur din suflet ca am gasit acest loc, ii admir si aplaud pe cei care lucreaza acolo si recomand tuturor celor care au un animal de companie sa apeleze cu incredere la serviciile lor. </div>
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Ne-am cumparat bilet Bucuresti-Palermo cu escala de o ora in Milano, aeroportul Linnate. Nici eu nu am auzit de acest aeroport din Milano, dar spre surprinderea mea este extraordinar de mare. Aterizarea in Palermo a fost una dintre cele mai frumoase de pana acum. Orasul si aeroportul sunt inconjurate de munti stancosi extraordinar de frumosi. Pentru a ajunge la hotelul nostru, trebuia sa mergem pana la gara si apoi cu piciorusul pe Via Roma. Am urcat in autobuz. Cum ma uitam eu frumos pe gps-ul din dotare, observ ca daca am cobora pe o straduta prin apropierea portului ar fi mai usor de ajuns la hotel. Ii spun tampi…adica soferului sa ne lase aici. El ne intreaba care e adresa hotelului si cum se cheama si apoi exclama: aaaaa, dar nu e bine aici; trebuia sa coborati cu o statie mai devreme; de aici trebuie sa mergeti foarte mult. (am constatat cu stupoare a doua zi ca de unde l-am rugat pe bou sa opreasca sa coboram era de mers cateva minute pana la hotel, dar cu sicilienii nu e bine sa te contrazici, sunt o specie aparte de oameni, nu de italieni, de oameni) Si ne duce frate inca un sfert de ora cu autocarul pana la dracu in praznic la gara. Aici ne spune ca vorbeste el cu o colega sa ne duca la statia la care ar fi trebuit sa coboram. Toata povestea asta ne-a costat inca o ora de mers si asteptat in acel autobuz pentru ca doamna soferita sa ne lase la cativa metri de locul unde ar fi trebuit sa ne lase celalalt sofer. Zii va fan culo si mergi mai departe. Ajungem la hotel. Suntem obosite si flamande. Intrebam: aveti camere pentru fumatori? Nu, evident. Ok. Mergem in camera si observam ca signora de la receptie ori era beata ori… Camera era prevazuta cu o terasa in are liber de care receptionera nu a mentionat nimic. Probabil a vrut ca surpriza sa fie de proportii si chiar a fost. Hotelul se numeste Mercure Centro Palermo si este destul de ok; spatiul din camera a fost a doua surpriza foarte placuta: camera era imensa, cu 2 fotolii, baie spatioasa; wi-fi gratuit era numai in holul de la receptie si trebuia ca in fiecare zi sa ceri un cod pentru a te putea loga; in fiecare seara la bar existau cateva gustari pentru oaspeti incepand cu ora 19.00 p.m. cam pana la orele 20.30 p.m.(daca ratai momentul…nu mai prindeai nimic). Neplacerile legate de hotel au constat in televizorul minuscul(nici nu vedeam sigla canalului) micul dejun era extrem, dar extrem de sarac, mai ales pentru subsemnata care prefera preparate din carne. Aparent micul dejun era variat, dar intru-cat nu fac parte din categoria celor care se indulcesc de dimineata, pentru mine a fost cam monoton. La capitolul saraturi nu aveau decat 10 felii(le-am numarat) de bacon(prosciuto) din care 6 erau carbonizate si nu exagerez cu nimic din pacate, cateva felii de branza(cascaval), mozzarella, ceva salam fara gust, sunca presata, multa paine(nu consum asa ceva), rosii si bineanteles nelipsita omleta(la care nici nu ma uit). Dulciurile erau foarte bine reprezentate: prajituri de toate formele si culorile, canolli cu branza, dulceata, gemuri, placinte, cornuri(cam tari), fructe, compoturi, iaurturi cu fructe, toate foarte, foarte dulci. Dupa ce ca in fiecare dimineata am mancat numai bacon ars cu rosii(atat mi-a placut din toata oferta) intr-o zi s-a stricat si dozatorul de suc, deci nici din ala nu am mai baut. Un singur lucru nu am inteles: daca eu luam in fiecare dimineata toata sunca prajita(era si multa) la ora 07.00 a.m., cei care veneau dupa mine ce mancau? Pentru ca nu am vazut sa mai inlocuiasca tavitele odata consumate. Trist. </div>
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Primele impresii despre Palermo nu sunt foarte placute: am vazut multi saci de gunoi peste tot, pe strazi, pe trotuare, peste tot; acestea erau acompaniate de un miros specific amestecat cu cel de canalizare(pe asta il simteam si in baia hotelului); trafic infernal: desi este un orasel de provincie(nu este Roma) exista prea multe scutere care merg in toate directiile si nu respecta nici o regula de circulatie. M-am amintit de India. Cand vrei sa traversezi pe trecerea de pietoni te simti jenat pentru ca in primul rand toate scuterele sunt deja pe jumatatea trecerii iar conducatorii de scutere se uita la tine de parca din cauza ta si a trecerii tale nesimtite prin acel loc ei nu mai pot ajunge la destinatie. Mijloacele de transport in comun sunt si mai groaznice. De fapt nu sunt groaznice, sunt ca un lagar pe patru roti. Cand am vazut autobuzele italiene(doar cele din sudul tarii) mi-am adus aminte de autobuzele de la noi, alea care mergeau cand eram copil la tara care faceau un zgomot care iti tiua pana adoua zi in urechi. Am ales sa mergem cu un astfel de monstru pana la singurul mall din oras: Conca d`oro. Pana la stadion am luat autobuzul 101 de pe via Roma care era plin ochi si urechi. Am stat in fata, langa sofer care racnea la doua fete si fetele la el in siciliana. Cel putin asta am crezut, ca se cearta, pana i-am auzit ca rad si flirteaza intre ei, ceva foarte comun in aceasta tara minunata. De la stadion am luat un autobuz mai aerisit si mai modern pana la mall. La intoarcere nu am mai avut acelasi noroc. Am asteptat in statie autobuzul 101 cel putin jumatate de ora, timp in care statia a devenit neagra de oameni care ce sa vezi toti vroiau sa urce in 101. Si dupa o criza de nervi si multe urari din partea noastra pentru sofer si intreaga companie de transport in comun, apare si 101. Ne impingem, fortam si intram in fata autobuzului. Asta a fost cea mai inteligenta alegere facuta vreodata in viata mea pentru ca bara din usa imi intra in coaste si nu mai aveam aer, soferul, inteligent, nu a mai deschis usa din fata, in afara de o singura data cand a intrat o cucoana(nu stiu cum a reusit sa intre). Asa am mers mai bine de jumatate de ora pana am coborat cu 3 kg mai slabe, transpirate si traumatizate. Ne-am asezat pe o banca langa statie pentru a ne trage sufletul si observ o secventa rupta din evul mediu: un alt autobuz ajunge in statie, usile erau deja deformate de multimea din interior si din pacate s-au deschis. Din interior se auzea vocea unui tanar barbat, fara tricou, care ragea la altul care saracu vroia si el sa se urce(nu stiu cum, ca si mustele iesisera din acel autobuz al groazei ca nu mai aveau loc). 5 minute s-au certat, sincer m-am mirat cum de nu s-au luat si la bataie, dar usile s-au inchis si domnul din statie a ramas pe loc. Am mai avut o incercare de a lua un autobuz, atunci cand ne-am intors din Catania si deja eram obosite, dar nici atunci nu s-a putut din cauza unei don`soare care m-a umplut de calti. Deci noi aveam un portofel plin de marunti, de 0.5 eurocenti de care normal, vroiam sa scapam. Sunt tot bani nu? Am numarat 2.60 de euro pentru 2 bilete si i-am dat. Fata a facut o figura de parca ii dadusem bani trasi la xerox si ne-a spus ca ea nu ii primeste. In acel moment am simtit cum adrenalina a luat liftul si a parasit corpul prin podoaba capilara. POFTIM? Cum adica, nu sunt tot bani? Nu, ca trebuie ca eu sa-i dau bancnote si ea sa-mi dea rest tot marunti. Si evident am mers pe jos pana inapoi la hotel, blestemand si urand numai de bine tuturor mamelor italiene cu tot neamul lor de mascalzone.</div>
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Palermo si in general tot sudul Italiei este pentru cei care au un nivel al glicemiei sub limita normalului. Totul este extraordinar de dulce. Si nu exagerez cu nimic. Am cumparat de la supermarket un iaurt simplu, cand am ajuns acasa era dulce. Nu am mai mancat vreodata iaurt simplu dulce. Nu avea nici o aroma in afara de cea de zahar. In alta zi am luat o sticla de apa care ati ghicit, era dulce. Apa dulce? Nu stiu, presupun ca acea cladura le scade glicemia, altfel nu imi explic. Iar dulciurile…sunt prea dulci. In afara de tiramisu nu se poate consuma nimic. Si granita…este un preparat foarte ciudat. Am observat ca in toata sicilia se prepara in modalitati diferite dar toate au ceva in comun: sunt dulci. Deci in esenta este vorba despre gheata zdrobita mai mult sau mai putin stropita din belsug cu sirop de diferite arome. Am baut de cafea(aia a fost cea mai buna aroma pentru ca era foarte concentrata si amara), de menta(groaznica), mandarine, ciocolata, portocale. Dupa o astfel de experienta aveam nevoie de 2kg de apa si ceva sarat. </div>
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Mancarea in schimb m-a socat in cel mai pozitiv mod cu putinta. Este la polul opus fata de nordul tarii. In nord 99.9% dintre restaurante ofera mancare turistica, nimeni nu respecta retetele originale. In Sicilia totul este extrem de bun, retetele sunt traditionale, iar preturile sunt indecent de placute. In prima seara in Palermo, dupa o zi lunga de mers cu avionul plus o escala, am vrut totusi sa nu ne culcam cu stomacurile lipite de sira spinarii. Este incredibil dar la Alitalia nu ti se dau decat niste covrigei mititei saraci si un biscuitel mititel dulce. Atat. Nici in timpul escalei nu am avut timp sa mancam, deci am asteptat pana la destinatie. Am mers in jurul hotelului timp de vreo jumatate de ora cautand un loc decent pentru a lua o gustare de seara-noapte. Era ora 23.00. Am gasit pana la urma un bonito restaurant numit 13, un fel de tapas bar cu un design futurist, foarte modern. Acolo am comandat mai multe gustari; erau foarte mici. Am mancat rulouri de zuchini cu branza, mici piftele cu sos, mici piftele vegetariene si o margarita. De obicei ocolim centrul orasului pe care il vizitam pentru a ne delecta cu un pranz delicios, dar acum cele mai bune festine le-am avut in centru si la preturi rezonabile. Am inceput licitatia cu paste ragu si paste cu branza la un restaurant central cu terasa. Nu era nimeni cand am intrat noi. Servirea a fost ok, dar pastele au fost…de nedescris. In afara de faina de parmezan care ningea ca in povesti peste minunatia rosie din farfurie amestecandu-se magic cu uleiul amarui de masline, sicilienii au un piper foarte aromat care iti catifeleaza cerul palatin. Apoi(in alta zi desigur) am descoperit un restaurant cochet langa hotelul nostru unde am comandat paste carbonara si ravioli de peste cu sos de portocale si o bere. Carbonara a fost divina, iar sosul de portocale de la ravioli…of…foarte bine echilibrat. In Catania am mancat cele mai bune bruschete din lume. Erau cu un sos minunat de verdeturi si rosii. Apoi scoici cu vin alb si usturoi si pentru prima data in viata: carne de cal. A costat 5 euro(incredibil) si era subtire cat o foaie de tigara. Sincer nu mi s-a parut a avea un gust diferit fata de cel de vita. Era putin mai atoasa si mai tare. In ziua cand am fost la Conca D`oro, un mall din Palermo, si mi s-a parut foarte ciudat ca nu aveau nici un restaurant traditional. Exista numai Burger King, panini, inghetata, granita. Am gasit totusi un restaurant texan care parea destul de bun si contrar convingerilor mele puternice conform carora mananc numai traditional in Italia, am intrat, caci nu aveam alta optiune. Aici am comandat un buritto vegetarian si fileuri de vita cu un sos extraordinar de bun, un gust afumat care a facut toti banii. Am lasat pentru ultima zi dulciurile traditionale(le-am mancat in loc de masa de pranz). Am savurat un foarte mare canoli si o minunatie de tiramisu. Eu m-am topit dupa acest miracol numit tiramisu: nu este dulce deloc, placut de parfumat, absolut perfect. Canoli pe de alta parte este destul de dulce dar la fel de bun. Seara in sfarsit am putut si eu sa imi cumpar o gelata de la cea mai buna gelaterie din Palermo. Mi s-a facut rau de cum am intrat. Aveau toate aromele de inghetata pe care ti le-ai fi putut dori, doua robinete de topping: unul cu ciocolata normala si altul cu ciocolata alba, plus dozatoare de granita de unde iti puteai asezona singur propria bautura. Aici am hotarat sa experimentez pentru prima data gelata in chifla de paine dulce, traditionala in Sicilia. Pe langa inghetata ti se ofera si frisca si un disc de napolitana. A fost cea mai buna inghetata pe care am mancat-o vreodata. Acea paine nu era prea dulce si se complimenta perfect cu gustul gelatei. </div>
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Partea care nu mi-a placut deloc in Sicilia au fost carutele trase de cai care transportau turistii prin oras. Nu pot intelege de ce se permite tratarea animalelor in acest hal. Canicula, mai ales din timpul pranzului, era ucigatoare si acei cai stateau si indurau si acceptau tot ce spunea stapanul lor. Groaznica priveliste. Cai stand in picioare asteptand clienti, in temperaturi de peste 40 de grade.</div>
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Calatoria la Catania: dureaza 2 ore si costa cam 20 de euro dus-intors. Am luat autobuzul de la gara si dupa 2 ore eram la destinatie. Catania este un orasel de provincie, destul de saracacios. Speram sa putem vedea muntele Etna de aproape, dar cand am ajuns acolo am vazut o umbra albastrie undeva foarte departe. Am fost destul de dezamagita. Palermo este un oras superb pe langa Catania, este inconjurat de munti. Nu am avut timp foarte mult de vizitat aici, doar cateva ore, dar sincer nici nu cred ca era necesar. Am admirat parcul in centrul orasului care era intr-adevar frumos si cam atat. </div>
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Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-16076287635022691962013-05-17T12:03:00.001-07:002013-05-17T12:30:14.795-07:00Kobenhavn 16 martie- 23 martie 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In aceasta calatorie am invatat ceva foarte important si destul de evident: NU se calatoreste iarna in tarile nordice! Si subliniez: niciodata NU se calatoreste iarna in tarile nordice. Motivul este destul de simplu pentru orice om cu minima inteligenta: este frig, foarte frig, extrem de frig.Este foarte greu sa te bucuri de frumusetile oricarui oras cand iti tragi din 2 in 2 minute caciula pe urechi, fularul pe gura si toate puloverele si gecile pe tine.Sigur ca atunci cand m-am uitat pe harta si am ales destinatia pentru excursia din luna martie, nu batea vantul, nu ningea; m-am gandidt doar la ce frumos va fi primavara in aceasta minunata capitala, cum vom asista la schimbarea garzii, cum vom admira mica sirena, si vom gusta din specificul bucatariei nordice. Si apoi urmeaza drumul: 3 ore pana in Amsterdam, 5 ore escala, si iar o ora pana in Copenhaga. Si de aici a inceput frigul. Am avut rezervare la hotelul First Vesterbro, un hotel de 4 stele care abia ar fi putut fi categorisit ca fiind unul de 3 stele: mobila era din secolul trecut, cameristele nu isi fac treaba decat daca le lasi discret un mesaj scris, informatiile primite de la receptie au fost eronate, micul dejun extrem de bogat dar si exorbitant de scump(20 de euro de persoana). As vrea sa pot spune ca prima data cand am auzit ca micul dejun costa 20 de euro de persoana am avut o mica criza de inima dar nu este asa, adevarul este ca de fiecare data cand ma gandeam la asta aveam o mica criza. Si in prima zi am mers si noi sa vedem ce poate oferi un hotel pentru o asemenea suma. Intr-adevar am fost impresionate: o varietate de legume, toate tipurile de branzeturi, carnati, sunca, sosuri, sucuri, cafea cu lapte organic, fructe, produse de patiserie daneza; cu adevarat merita toti banii pentru persoanele care mananca la micul dejun cat pentru o saptamana. Nu este cazul nostru. De obicei nu imi place sa ascult informatii despre destinatia aleasa, imi place sa descopar totul la fata locului, dar de data asta mi s-au spart multe becuri in cap. M-am chinuit primele zile cu un ger inimaginabil pana mi-am cumparat o caciula foarte groasa, manusi si un fular gros. In majoritatea pozelor am ochii semi-inchisi din cauza vantului, fularul peste urechi si o pozitie a corpului incovoiata. Gastronomia daneza nu m-a impresionat deloc si nici oferta restaurantelor. Desi am parcurs aproape toata Copenhaga pe jos, cred ca am intalnit 3 restaurante adevarate, majoritatea italiene. Restul erau cantine tip bufet, groaznice din punctul meu de vedere. Din cate am observat, chinezii si tailandezii au reusit si aici sa se adapteze. Nici acum nu inteleg cum pot cei dintr-o tara temperata sau chiar calda sa se acomodeze intr-un astfel de mediu cel putin ostil. La receptia hotelului lucra o romanca care ne-a oferit cateva pareri personale despre danezi si Danemarca si citez: ”astia inca nu au iesit din pesteri, sunt foarte nepoliticosi si reci ca vremea de afara„. Nepolitetea daneza ne-a intampinat in prima zi inca de la schimbarea banilor. In Danemarca se folosesc coroanele daneze. Noi aveam euro desigur, pentru ca este mai usor de schimbat euro in coroane. Din informatiile de pe net am aflat ca un euro s-ar schimba cu 7.55 coroane, iar cel mai bun curs ar fi la Forex Bank. Ei bine nu este asa. Noi am mers la Money Change si am intrebat ”cate coroane ne dati pentru 100 de euro?„ ”700 de coroane”. ”Asa putin? Dar pe afis scrie 7.55”. ”Da, dar trebuie sa platiti comisionul. Atat pot sa va ofer in acest moment”. Ok, hai sa vedem Forex-ul. Ochii nostri erau din ce in ce mai exoftalmici ”645 de coroane pentru o suta de euro”. Logic ne intoarcem la Money Change, unde era un barbat cu care negociasem inainte ca pentru o anumita suma de euro sa ne scada comisionul la 12 coroane. Si urmeaza nepolitetea ca sa nu spun nerusinarea daneza: mai intai ne-a intrebat daca am gasit o oferta mai buna decat a lui(ca si cum daca am fi gasit ne-am mai fi intors la el) si apoi ne-a lovit: nu ne mai poate oferi comisionul de acum 5 minute. Si am schimbat cu 7.00. Se pare ca nimic din corectitudinea nemteasca nu s-a raspandit in nord. Ni s-a spus sa pastram chitanta pentru a beneficia de aceasi oferta. Se pare ca daca platesti o data comisionul pentru schimbarea banilor, nu mai trebuie sa-l platesti din nou. Asta este un lucru bun, dar eu tot nu am inteles cum functioneaza acest sistem: fiecare companie si fiecare functionar iti face o oferta dupa propriul plac, fara nici o explicatie si ti se spune ca doar atat iti poate el oferi. Am auzit chiar si 625 de coroane pentru o suta de euro. Este scandalos cat de multi bani poti pierde doar din schimbarea din euro in coroane. Al doilea soc in ceea ce priveste populatia daneza l-am trait in Christiania, un cartier hipiot din Copenhaga in care toata lumea traieste liber si neconformist. Cel putin asa am citit pe internet. Acum nu stiu, poate ca nu am fost noi in cea mai buna zi pentru a vizita aceasta zona libera, dar nu ni s-a parut nici frumos, nici liber. Peisajul era dezolant, cu butoaie de metal arzand, gunoaie pe jos, case derapanate. Am citit ca aici drogurile sunt permise si dintr-o data simtim un miros suspect. Nu stiam ce era acel miros intepator si deranjant: marijuana. Pe o raza de cativa metri patrati se simtea un puternic miros de urina de cal. Groaznic. Pentru ca abia imi simteam degetele de la maini si capul imi era congestionat de frig, am decis sa intram intr-un bar pentru o cana de vin fiert sau ceva foarte fierbinte, orice cu aburi. Cand am intrebat de vin fiert m-am simtit ca si cum as fi intrebat de mancare pentru caini. Mi s-a raspuns foarte arogant ca aici nu se serveste alcool. Eu nu am cerut 2 kilograme de votka, am cerut o cana de vin fiert; avand in vedere vremea de afara care era sub 0 grade, o cana cu ceva fierbinte era o idee decenta nu? Ei bine nu. Mi s-a explicat in timp ce eu aveam o figura tampa, ca aici se serveste 0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0% alcool. Am inteles, deci te poti droga, dar nu poti bea vin. De acolo am plecat la un restaurant mexican de care aflasem de pe internet. Chicos Cantina se numeste si este foarte frumos decorat, dar oferta gastronomica nu este foarte bogata. Lipsesc felurile traditionale mexicane: taco, mole, margherita nu este buna deloc(este ca un suc). Nu vreau sa-mi aduc aminte cat am dat pe aceasta masa ca ma ia cu inima. Tot orasul era in acea zi verde. Se sarbatorea ziua Sfantului Patrik, ocrotitorul Irlandei. Cu aceasta ocazie capitala Danemarcei s-a mai inviorat, pentru ca din ce am observat, peisajul cotidian este destul de sumbru si lipsit de culoare. Dar berea irlandeza a creat veselia si dansul in tot orasul. A doua zi am fost la Malmo, in Suedia. Acest orasel se afla la doar 20 de minute cu trenul de Copenhaga; calatoria costa 20 de euro de persoana dus-intors. Desi am crezut ca in Danemarca este frig dar in Malmo este un ger ingrozitor. Tot timpul cat am stat in Suedia(cateva ore bune) abia imi puteam simti corpul din cauza unui vant salbatic care batea ca si KGB-ul: din toate partile. Nu pot sa spun ca m-a impresionat orasul suedez, dar m-au impresionat mult oamenii care sunt extrem de prietenosi si politicosi. Acestia ne-au urat sa ne bucuram de vremea frumoasa de afara, inainte sa inceapa sa bata vantul. Moment in care am intrat in colaps: cum adica inainte sa inceapa sa bata vantul? Dar nenorocirea aia de afara ce este? Este doar o adiere. Tin neaparat sa subliniez ca era un frig si un vant de iti dadeau lacrimile. Am gasit aici un mic ”restaurant” tailandez. De fapt era un mic bufet cu 6 tipuri de curry-uri si orez, care costa incredibil 50 de coroane suedeze, ceea ce este extrem de putin. Pe 20 martie, adica de ziua mea de nastere, am decis sa vizitam in sfarsit si celebra mica sirena, simbolul Danemarcei. Pentru a ajunge la ea, trebuia sa mergem cu metroul. In Danemarca, ca si in Germania, exista S-bahn, metrou si tren. Un bilet cu 10 calatorii pentru 4 zone(valabil pentru toate mijloacele de transport) costa 150 de coroane; biletul trebuie validat la fiecare calatorie, iar aceasta este valabila timp de o ora. Statia de metrou pentru mica sirena se numeste Osterport. De aici mergi cam 15 minute pana la ”Den lille Havfrue”(mica sirena). Si chiar este mica; eu ma asteptam sa vad ceva mai semnificativ in mijlocul apei involburate, dar am vazut o mica statuie pe o mica stanca, foarte aproape de tarm. Din cate am inteles de la romanca de la receptie, in Copenhaga ninge o data la 10 ani. Se pare ca vremea a decis sa-mi faca un cadou de ziua mea si sa ninga abundent. Ce sa spun, a fost cel putin interesant; cine se mai poate mandri cu faptul ca a vazut mica sirena pe o ninsoare de poveste si un frig horror? Foarte putini oameni, pentru ca turistii care nu fac tratament psihiatric merg in tarile nordice vara, nu iarna ca noi. Dar acesta a fost si farmecul excursiei; ar fi fost mult prea plictisitor fara vant, fulgi si ger. Dupa aceasta intalnire de gradul trei, am hotarat sa mergem sa vedem schimbarea garzii de la palatul Amalienborg. Pentru a ajunge aici, a trebuit sa mergem pe jos aproximativ jumatate de ora (poate mai putin) pana am ajuns intr-o piazzeta rotunda cu garzi care o pazeau. Interesant concept al arhitecturii cu atat de multe spatii extrem de largi si deschise avand in vedere vantul care bate atat de puternic tot timpul anului. Din cate am vazut eu in Spania, mai ales in Toledo, cladirile sunt construite in asa fel incat caldura sa nu poata patrunde. In fine, deci acele cladiri circulare constituie palatul regal. Garda regala pleaca la ora 11.00 de la palatul Rosenborg si ajunge la Amalienborg la 11.30 unde are loc un jalnic ”dans” al soldatilor danezi. A fost si vina noastra pentru ca mai intai am asistat la schimbarea garzii de la palatul Buckingham, care este absolut impresionanta. Garzile daneze erau lipsite de eleganta. Pe internet am citit ca atunci cand regina este acasa, schimbarea garzii se face cu orchestra. Regina era acasa, dar din toata orchestra nu s-a auzit decat un mic fluier care repeta aceasi ”melodie”. Inainte de tot acest spectacol, am vazut multe masini oficiale, multi barbati cu ochelari de soare, multi politisti. Deja imi pregatisem aparatul, credeam ca vom vedea o aparitie regala. Si apare un batranel bronzat urmat de o femeie cu batic pe cap, amandoi inconjurati de multi bodyguarzi. Au inceput sa dea mana cu oamenii veniti sa vada schimbarea garzii(sunt generoasa cand spun ca erau aproximativ 30 de oameni). Si intrebam si noi: cine e bronzatu? Pai cum cine, este prim-ministrul Turciei. Ai lasa-ma, pentru asta am stat cu aparatul la ochi? De aici am mers la un mall, Viskertorvet pentru care am coborat la statia de S-bahn Dybollsbro. Aici am mancat la un bufet asiatic/chinezesc/indian/japonez. Imi plac aceste fuziuni: nimic nu este traditional si toate au cam acelasi gust, dar aceasta este oferta. Nici nu stii ce mananci, trebuie sa te bazezi doar pe aspectul vizual al mancarii si nici nu stii cand a fost facuta si de cate ori a fost reancalzita. Am incercat si specificul local: hot dog danez care este intr-adevar delicios. In primul rand sunt foarte, foarte ieftini: 35 de coroane(dar se poate gasi si mai ieftine, incepand cu 25 de coroane), in al doilea rand ti le asezonezi cu ce vrei: castraveti murati, ceapa prajita si crocanta, ceapa cruda, sos de maioneza, ketchup chilli. Iar crenvurst-ul se poate infasura in bacon si are un gust cu adevarat divin. De dimineata ne-am dus la biroul de informatii sa vedem ce mai putem vizita. Sincer nu stiu exact de ce sunt platiti angajatii de acolo, pentru ca la fiecare intrebare ni se arata un perete pe care erau expuse toate obiectivele posibile din intreaga Danemarca si mici informatii despre cum sa ajungi acolo. Vis-a-vis de acel perete magic era un stand cu harti, pliante si alte fluturase despre ce si cum sa faci in Copenhaga. Si totusi il intrebam pe nenea de la ghiseu: cum ajungem la castelul Rosenborg? A simplu ni se spune, puteti merge pe jos, este aproape, iesiti din cladire si o luati la dreapta si tot inainte. Asa am facut. Trebuia sa imi fi invatat lectia din Valencia si sa nu mai ascult de persoanele de la informatii, dar…probabil vantul mi-a afectat judecata, nu am alta explicatie. Dupa jumatate de ora de mers pe jos in timp ce ningea, dintr-o data simt ca adrenalina mi se urca in varful capului: observ ca ne apropiem de o imagine cunoscuta, statia de S-bahn si metrou Norreport. Deci am fi putut sa luam metroul o statie in loc sa avem crampe si carcei la picioare? Si ajungem la Rosenborg. Mie nu-mi place sa vizitez castele(am avut o experienta de groaza la Escorial in Madrid), deci nu am intrat decat la magazinul de suveniruri(mult spus) de unde am iesit cu viteza luminii. Dar am vizitat gradinile castelului care erau complet acoperite de zapada. Frumos, nu se vedea nimic in afara de alb. De aici ne-am intors la Norreport unde se afla o piata foarte mare acoperita(de fapt erau 2 cladiri) in care se vindeau marfuri proaspete, dar se putea lua si o mica gustare. Am comandat doua chiftelute de porc si o tarta cu branza. Despre tarta nu se poate comenta, nu era buna deloc, chiftelele erau destul de bune, dar nu prea erau condimentate, nu aveau nici un fel de verdeata(in interior erau albe). Am avut ceva noroc pentru ca mai devreme in acea zi am cumparat condimente mexicane de la cel mai frumos magazin de specialitate pe care l-am vazut pana acum: Chilli house. Prima data cand am vazut aceasta firma am crezut ca este un restaurant, dar nu. Este un frumos decorat magazin de condimente mexicane in care poti gasi mole nero, jalapeno, chilli, etc, cu toate explicatiile aferente primite de la vanzatoarea foarte amabila. In ultima zi am cautat un restaurant timp de cateva ore. Pana la urma am intrat intr-un restaurant spaniol ”El Tapeo”, foarte cochet. Am comandat cod prajit, crochete picante si chorizo cu masline, sangria.Carnatii erau destul de arsi: exact asa cum imi plac mie. Am mai mancat si in Spania dar aceia erau cam cruzi, asa ii prefera spaniolii. Mai intai m-a omorat mirosul de carnati arsi, apoi gustul...imi pare rau ca nu il pot descrie, nu exista cuvinte in nici un dictionar de pe pamant.<br />
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la restaurantul japonez/thailandez/chinezesc<br />
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casa din cartierul Christiania<br />
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prin Malmo (imaginea din dreapta)<br />
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la restaurantul mexican<br />
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escala din Amsterdam (stanga)<br />
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numaratoarea inversa pentru Eurovizion Malmo( dreapta)<br />
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schimbarea garzii(stanga)<br />
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in drum spre Malmo(dreapta)<br />
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doua sirene: una mica, una mare<br />
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dans la castelul Rosenburg<br />
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suverniruri suedeze<br />
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restaurantul mexican<br />
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restaurantul spaniol<br />
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Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles? Ei lăsați. Am tot auzit de calitatea nemțească și am vrut să o experimentăm. Recunosc că am avut așteptări mărețe, mai ales că ultima călătorie a fost în Italia iar serviciile italiene… Ei bine, așteptările noastre au rămas ale noastre. Dar cel puțin zborul a fost plăcut. Pentru prima dată am zburat cu German Wings. Se cunoaște cînd mergi într-o țară germană, check-in-ul este mai liber, stewarzii sunt mai politicoși, călătorii sunt diferiți(și sunt foarte politicoasă cînd spun asta) de cei care călătoresc de exemplu în Italia sau Spania. Deci zborul a fost foarte plăcut. Și ajungem în aeroportul Koln/Bonn, un aeroport mare, frumușăl, aproape de oraș, dar nu aproape de gară. A trebuit să mergem mult, să coborîm scări, iar să mergem, iar scări, iar scări, scări și în sfîrșit apare gara. Nici un ghișeu de bilete, nici o persoană autorizată pe care să o întrebăm despre bilete și despre unde să coborîm, doar un automat de bilete care funcționa în reluare. Am avut noroc de o colegă din avion care ne-a arătat cum să cumpărăm un bilet. A dat pe limba germană și a început să apese butoane. Un singur bilet către stația care ne interesa costa 2,60 de euro. Și apoi doamna care știa germana a fugit la tren, fără să vadă că suntem două persoane. Și am rămas cu un singur bilet în fața ”monstrului” automat. Și dăi și luptă și apasă butoane. Dă pe engleză, dă pe germană. Pînă la urmă am reușit, nu știu cum, să cumpăr și celălalt bilet. Pe bilet nu scria de la ce linie pleacă trenul, la ce oră vine trenul și de ce. După ce am mai întrebat de cîteva ori prin gară, am reușit să luăm trenul care trebuia în direcția potrivită. Și ajungem la stația Deutz/Messe. Ok, acum hai să luăm S-bahn-ul, adica un fel de struțocămilă între metrou și tramvai. Alte întrebări: cum ajungem la stația dorită, care este sensul potrivit, de unde luăm bilete. Întrebam în engleză mi se răspundea în germană. Și am ghicit că trebuie să luăm nr 3 pentru 3 stații și biletele trebuie luate din stație sau din S-bahn. Aici mi-a plăcut: butonul pentru engleză nu funcționa. M-am bucurat pentru că eu vorbesc germana fluent în vis, dar în timpul zilei: scheisse. Nici măcar nu puteam să citesc ce scria pe acel panou. Din nou am ghicit, după imagini ce bilete ar trebui să cumpăr. O singură călătorie costă 1,80 euro. Și ajungem la Buchforst, începem să căutăm hotelul Leonardo da Vinci. Îl găsim. Intrăm la recepție. Cerem camera de fumători, așa cum am rezervat-o. Doamna cu naționalitate indiană de la recepție ne spune cu zîmbetul pe buze că nu mai au camere de fumători cu baie, au doar cu duș. Poftim? Păi am rezervat camera acum 6 luni. Da ni se răspunde, dar ei nu au camere de fumători cu baie. Zuper. Mergem să vedem camera cu duș. Încă sunt șocată. Părea cel mult o cameră a unui hotel de 2 stele: patul era dublu dar era pus la perete, exista o ușă în cameră care era blocată, culorile de pe pereți și de pe dulapuri erau o combinație ciudată de griuri deprimante, iar in cameră era un miros(nu a fum de țigări), doar un miros îndoielnic. Eu făcusem rezervarea. Am revenit la recepție, am cerut o cameră de non-smoking. Diferența a fost imensă. Camera era dublă ca spațiu, dulapurile erau din lemn, mirosea frumos, baia era mare, priveliștea din cameră arăta spre Catedrală și spre Lanxess Arena. Nici această cameră nu arăta a hotel de 4 stele, dar era acceptabilă. Televizorul era minuscul, frigiderul nu funcționa. Dar măcar micul dejun era de 4 stele.
Ziua 1: zi de shopping desigur. Pentru a face o pauză la prînz, am decis să căutăm un restaurant găsit pe internet. Aveam doar adresa. Nu pot să spun cît am mers, și acum am cîrcei la picioare. Căutarea pe gps a durat aproximativ 2 ore. 2 ore de mers pe jos. Dar l-am găsit. Eram înfometate, obosite și extenuate. Și conform legilor lui Murphy, era închis. Și aud o voce: adică acum trebuie să ne întoarcem înapoi lîngă catedrală pentru a găsi un restaurant spaniol pe lîngă care trecusem dar nu ne-am oprit? Era mama care abia mai putea vorbi de oboseală. Dar drumul nu a mai durat atît de mult. Și nici restaurantul nu era spaniol. Am comandat miel cu jacket potato, adică un cartof copt cu sos de brînză, o salată de la bufet, o margherita si o caipirihna. Am mai comandat și o porție mică de supă gulaș, care era un fel de sos gros cu mici bucățele de vită și legume. Eu am crezut că în Germania toată lumea mănîncă numai cîrnați și cartofi, dar ni s-a spus de către chelner că nu este așa, că ei mănîncă friptură și cartofi în toate felurile posibile.
Ziua 2: Dusseldorf. Drumul cu trenul durează cam jumătate de oră și costă 37 de euro dus-întors pentru două persoane. Tot cu S-bahn-ul pînă în centru. După o criză de enervare la cumpărarea biletelor cu unul care ne tot explica foarte răspicat(pentru că noi toantele nu înțelegeam și îi tot spuneam ”in english please”)în germană cît costă biletul și de unde să luăm S-bahn-ul, am descins la locul faptei. Aici tot cu shopping-ul ne-am ocupat. La prînz am ales tot un restaurant spaniol numit Flamenco. Aici ni s-au adus două pahare de vin, două vase mici cu unt aromat și un coș plin cu pîine din partea casei. Aici am comandat friptură de miel cu jacket potato și somon cu sos de homar. Am băut și un pahar de sangria plin cu felii de măr. Seara, în drum spre gară, am băut un jumbo cocktail, adică un pahar imens de băuturi combinate care te amețește în două secunde. Și ne-a amețit, deși l-am împărțit.
Ziua 3: Duminica toate magazinele din Germania sunt închise, printr-o lege de neînțeles pentru noi. Toate în afară de cîteva restaurante. Deci ce poți face într-un oraș în care plouă cu tulumba și în care toate magazinele sunt închise? Dintr-o dată simți nevoia de a te culturiza. Și am avut norocul de a găsi un muzeu care prezenta o expoziție cu Van Gogh, Cezanne, Picasso. Cel puțin așa am crezut la început, că am avut noroc. Primul șoc l-am avut la început cînd a trebuit să stăm la coadă, în ploaie, pentru a intra în muzeu.
Asta am înțeles, așa am făcut și la Prado, nimic deosebit. Am intrat, am stat la coadă pentru bilete, apoi am stat la coadă pentru garderobă și apoi ne-am așezat la coadă pentru a intra in muzeul propriu-zis(aici eram în continuare în hol). Al doilea șoc a fost că după jumătate de oră am intrat și am văzut ca acea coadă continua pînă la etajul unu. Al treilea șoc a fost că la etajul unu, coada continua pînă la etajul doi. Și a urmat și al patrulea șoc, pentru că acea clădire avea 3 etaje. Într-un final am intrat în camerele cu tablouri. Al cincilea șoc: o singură operă de Van Gogh mai interesantă, una de Picasso, una de Cezanne și cam atît. Pentru asta am stat mai mult de o oră la o coadă de 3 etaje? M-am simțit ca în Italia. Numai italienii știu să-ți ceară un preț exorbitant pe două semnături celebre. Mi-am mai revenit la subsolul muzeului care găzduia 3 tablouri de Monet elegante și superbe. Dar bine că s-a oprit ploaia. Am mers la un restaurant tailandez unde am comandat o supa cu fructe de mare, un curry cu vită și două cocktail-uri divine. NU se amestecă cocktail-ul(și mai ales unul atît de mare) cu mîncarea de prînz, atît am avut de spus. Și acum că abia mai putem respira, unde mai putem merge? La muzeul de ciocolată! Frumos amplasat pe malul Rinului, muzeul este o mare pierdere de timp, în afară de magazinul de suveniruri care sunt din ciocolată. Muzeul este destul de mare, dar neinteresant, cel puțin pentru mine, pentru care ciocolata nu reprezintă o necesitate ci o plăcere la cîteva luni, în special în străinătate, mai ales în Elveția, Germania. Erau expuse tot felul de mașinării de făcut ciocolată, copaci de cacao, femei care făceau ciocolată. Undeva în interior exista o fîntînă de ciocolată din care o femeie punea 6-7 bețe de napolitană și oferea vizitatorilor. Sigur că abia simțeai gustul ciocolatei, pentru ca la nemți totul este cu restricție. Ei sunt în recesiune. Ți se oferă tot strictul necesar, nimic mai mult. Hîrtia igienică este reciclată, orice hîrtie pe care o folosesc pentru a-ți oferi informații, hîrtia de la bilete, totul este minimalist. Personal nu cred că nemții au nevoie de economii, mai ales cînd plătești servicii de lux și primești servicii mediocre. Singurul lucru care merită vizitat aici este magazinul de suveniruri, de unde poți să-ți faci provizia de insulină pentru cel puțin o săptămînă, ca în cazul de față.
Ziua 4: este 31 decembrie și magazinele se închid la ora 14.00. Ziua a început extrem de bine, cu o vizită la un magazin pentru animale pentru a-i cumpăra frumosului meu cîine o lesă. Trecem peste maratonul cumpărăturilor și ajungem la masa de prînz. Am descoperit un restaurant asiatic în centrul orașului. Intrăm și vedem la o masă o oală care fierbea și patru persoane care iși fierbeau tot felul de lucruri. De câțiva ani de zile ne dorim să experimentăm așa ceva și acum este șansa noastră. Întrebăm chelnerița despre acest procedeu și ce conține el. Ni se spune ca va aduce oala și apoi ne va explica ea ce și cum. Ok. Aduce o oală despărțită în două secțiuni: una era cu zeamă picantă, cealaltă cu zeama aromată nepicantă. Până aici nimic neobișnuit. La un moment dat un chinez mic ne aduce două castroane imense: unul cu brânză tofu, brânză tofu uscată și tăiței uscați, altul la fel de mare cu varză, ardei și spanac. Îl întrebăm: astea sunt pentru noi? Da, ni se răspunde și continuă: mergeți la bufet și serviți-vă cu ce doriți. Deja pe fața noastră se citea disperarea. Apoi frica: același chinez ne-a adus un platou imens cu toate felurile de carne: vită, pui, porc, fructe de mare, scoici. Și din nou: mergeți la bufet și serviți-vă cu ce doriți. Ochii noștri erau din ce în ce mai bulbucați. Și apare chelnerița cu explicațiile. Deci iți pui orice bucată de carne dorești în orice parte a oalei dorești(picantă sau nu) și apoi combini cu orice fel de ingrediente existau la bufet. Noi nu puteam percepe cum poți mânca ce ni s-a adus plus ce era la bufet. Pentru digestie am comandat și un sake, care spre surprinderea mea era cald și foarte aromat. O băutură forte, foarte bună. Și masa a fost foarte bună, chiar dacă am mâncat împreună numai o jumătate dintr-un sfert. La final chelnerița ne-a întrebat, incredibil, dacă mai dorim să comandăm ceva. Întru-cât nu mai puteam vorbi și nici respira, i-am făcut semn că nu mai dorim nimic pentru toată săptămâna. Am mers la hotel pentru a ne odihni pentru noaptea de revelion. Am mers până în centrul orașului unde au început pocnitorile și tot felul de artificii, deși era abia 23.30. Începând cu ora 23.50 deja timpanele ne erau fisurate. Pe scurt, primăria nu organizează nimic. Toți oamenii își cumpără artificii în valoare de mii de euro și le detonează toți, toată noaptea. Nu știu cum aș putea descrie zgomotul făcut de milioane de pocnitori și artificii aruncate milimetric lângă noi. Și acum mă mir cum am scăpat nearse sau explodate. Deci nu se numără de la 10 la 1 la ora 12 noaptea, nu se urează la mulți ani, nu se face nimic în afară de a da foc la artificii. Am stat cât s-a putut sta omenește posibil, apoi ne-am întors la hotel pentru a scăpa de tunetele din cap.
Ziua 5: este 1 ianuarie 2013, concertul cu Andre Rieu. În această zi am ales să nu mai mergem la nici un restaurant ci în piața Neumarkt pentru a mânca ceva tradițional. În această piață erau câteva căsuțe care vindeau clătite cu tot felul de umpluturi, toate modelele de cârnați, băuturi. Noi am luat o cană de cacao cu lapte și amaretto, o clătită cu cireșe, curry wurst(un cârnat tăiat în felii cu sos picant de curry) și brat wurst(un fel de hot dog dar cu cîrnați, fără sosuri). A fost delicios. De aici am plecat direct către concert. Acesta s-a ținut la Lanxess Arena, la ora 16.00 p.m. Am avut bilete undeva la balcon și asta a fost minunat pentru că la un moment dat în arenă a intrat corul de bărbați și fiecare dintre ei aveau câte o făclie aprinsă în mână. A fost o imagine extraordinară. Andre Rieu a făcut multe glume pe tot parcursul concertului, toată lumea râdea, în afară de noi care în afară de ”meine dammen und herren” nu înțelegeam nimic. Asta a fost cum a mai fost, dar partea proastă a concertului a fost că a cântat numai melodii în limba germană pe care le cunoștea toată lumea și pe care le fredona în extaz, în afară de noi. Melodiile erau destul de frumoase, vesele, dar dacă nu le-ai auzit niciodată… Dar la urmă ne-am luat revanșa: a cântat ”Marina Marina” și desigur ”Marșul Radetzky”.
Ziua 6: Frankfurt. Mergem la gară și întrebăm: cât costă biletele până la Frankfurt? Și ni s-a răspuns: 70 de euro. Bun, de persoană? Da, dus. DUS? Adică pentru două persoane ar costa 280 de euro? Da, cu intercity-ul și am ajunge într-o oră. Alte alternative? Sigur: 52 de euro pentru două persoane dus-întors dar durează 3 ore și 20 de minute cu o escală. Am observat că la începutul zilei, când ești odihnit, 6 ore pe tren ți se par o idee bună, dar la întoarcere, să zicem pe la ora 20.20 p.m. cu sosire la ora 23.30 p.m., drumul de 3 ore nu-ți mai aduce zâmbetul pe buze. Și ajungem în Frankfurt. Primul obiectiv: zgardă pentru câinele meu. Mergem la informații. Doamna de acolo nu avea câine, așa că informațiile oferite de ea au fost ”prețioase”. Deci iei tramvaiul 11 sau 21 până la stația Jagellee. Destul de ușor nu? Nu chiar. Luăm bilete pentru o zi întragă care costă 9.50 de euro, ne urcăm în tramvaiul 21 și pornește. Și merge, și merge și merge. După mai mult de 9 stații mă uit pe bilețelul dat la informații și citesc numele străzii și numărul: 618 și dintr-o dată îmi vine rău. Noi eram abia la numărul 429. După încă 15 stații ajungem. Magazinul pe care îl căutam se numește Fressnapf. Doamna de la info ne-a spus că lângă acesta mai este unul, bineânțeles că nu am înțeles cum se numea celălalt. Ceva cu zoo. Ei bine nici urmă de Fressnapf, în schimb am intrat la Kile Zoo celălalt magazin, care era un mall imens. Am cumpărat zgarda și am ieșit cât am putut de repede, pentru că acolo dacă mai stăteam cheltuiam toți banii de cumpărături și de mâncare. În Germania sunt foarte periculoase aceste magazine pentru animale: sunt foarte mari, au marfă de o calitate excelelntă și foarte, foarte variată, este foarte scump dar merită. După care, am luam tramvaiul și iar 100 de stații până la gară, după care 20 de minute pe jos și ajungem într-un final pe la orele 15.00 în centru pentru shopping. La orele 19.30, cu picioarele pline de cârcei pe care oricum nu îi mai simțeam pentru ca nu mai simțeam întreg corpul, am vrut să luăm un mijloc de transport pentru a ajunge la gară. Ar fi trebuit să luăm S-bahn-ul numărul 3 pentru 2 stații pentru a ajunge la gară. Când am ajuns jos în subteran mama a zis că aici este numărul 3, undeva în stânga. Așa era, era numărul 3, numai că era metroul, nu S-bahn-ul. Și am mers cu acesta 3 stații până la gara de sud a Frankfurtului, de unde am revenit înapoi de unde am plecat pentru a lua S-bahn-ul către gara principală. Nu pot să descriu drumul de 3 ore înapoi către Koln…am ajuns la ora 23.30 p.m. A doua zi aveam avion către casă. Pentru prima dată am făcut bagajele la orele târzii în noapte.
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Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-46589322617090004792012-12-02T12:46:00.000-08:002012-12-02T13:07:37.885-08:00Venezia 8-17 septembrie 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ah Venezia! Frumos oras, pacat ca este locuit, la fel ca intreaga tara. Eu am o obsesie de aproximativ 14 ani de zile pentru aceasta superba tara. In liceu am citit cartea vietii mele ”Agonie si extaz” care descrie viata lui Michelangelo si de atunci mi-am propus sa vad fiecare regiune a Italiei. Pana acum am vizitat majoritatea oraselor mari: Roma benteles, am vizitat-o de 3 ori, Milano, Florenza si Venezia. In Venezia am mai fost o data dar nu pot sa o socotesc o vizita oficiala pentru ca am stat o singura zi, nu am avut bani, nu am vizitat aproape nimic, si eram epuizata. Acum a venit timpul revansei. Am facut o documentare pe internet ca niciodata, mi-am notat toate mancarurile traditionale, locuri de vizitat, preturi, comentarii despre restaurante, etc. Din tot ce am scris pentru aceasta excursie, in special la capitolul mancare, nu am putut folosi nimic. Motivul este foarte simplu: Venezia, si mai grav, intreaga regiune veneto, sunt extrem de turistice iar mancarea reflecta din pacate acest lucru. Desi ne laudam ca avem un talent special de a gasi mancaruri traditionale si cautam ca nebunele restaurante mici si cochete oriunde mergem, de data asta nu prea ne-a reusit. Nu vreau sa ma plang acuma ca am venit nemancate din Italia(asa ceva nu exista) si nici nu am mancat panini(o paine taiata in doua cu vagi urme de prosciuto si cascaval si uneori o mica felie de rosie). Dar din majoritatea meniurilor lipseau in mod ciudat felurile veneziene sau chiar italiene. A doua bila neagra este pentru serviciile oferite de catre acesti cetateni. Ei sunt foarte amabili, foarte guralivi, dar foarte aroganti si nepoliticosi. Toti cei care pazesc muzeele, cei care lucreaza la hoteluri, vanzatorii, soferii, etc, au o impresie extrem de gresita ca ei au creat toata arta italiana si ca li se cuvine un respect dincolo de cel uman. Gresit, foarte gresit. Sigur ca au marele merit ca au pastrat totul intact, dar pierd foarte multe puncte pentru ca nu respecta raportul pret/calitate. Pentru prima data am stat la un hotel de 4 stele, in Mestre desigur, care este o localitate aflata la 10 minute de Venezia avec le tren. Am ales un hotel de 4 stele pentru ca in Italia in general cazarea este groaznica spre oribila. Hotelurile de 4 stele sunt de 3, cele ce 3 sunt de 2 si asa mai departe. Cand am fost data trecuta la Florenza am stat la un hotel de 3 stele, aproape de gara si de centru, care abia daca parea a fi unul de o stea. Deci patita fiind cu cazarea in Italia, am hotarat ca este imposibil sa luam un hotel de 3 stele, si asa am ales hotelul Plaza din Mestre. Camera foarte mare(chiar m-am mirat), mobilierul era usor demodat, portarul de la usa lipsea cu desavarsire, personalul nu era prea prietenos, iar micul dejun… Tot o premiera a fost si micul dejun, pe care pana acum l-am savurat in camera si achizitionat din supermarket-uri, din cauza de economii. Eram foarte curioase sa vedem ce se poate oferi dimineata la un asemenea hotel. In primele zile am fost extrem de incantate, mai ales eu, pentru ca pe masa exista o tava de pancetta prajita, calda. Mai exista si o tava de omleta, cornuri cu diverse umpluturi, iaurturi cu fructe, compot de prune…???, mozzarella, un fel de branza fara nici un gust, cafea, suc, etc. Ce nu am inteles noi in toata saptamana, a fost de ce s-a dat in fiecare zi acelasi lucru si cel mai important, de ce nu au existat legume? In tara rosiilor si a ardeilor, nu am vazut nici o leguma la micul dejun. Abia asteptam fiecare dimineata sa mergem la micul dejun sa paticipam la spectacolul zilnic. Priveam cu amuzament si lacrimi in ochi(de ras) oameni de varste si culturi diferite care incercau din rasputeri si incredibil chiar si reuseau, sa-si umple farfuria cu cate un exemplar din tot ce exista pe masa. De exemplu am vazut o farfurie care era destul de mica si care continea carne, omleta, un iaurt, un fruct, branza, un corn cu gem, mortadella. Sigur ca drumul cu aceasta constructie se facea in pasi mici si nesiguri, dar omul nu facea un al doilea drum, asta conteaza. Si deasemenea am observat ca se poate manca un corn dulce cu omleta si carne. Interesante gusturi. Drumul catre Venezia cu trenul costa 2.40 euro, dus-intors. Ieftin si rapid. Am respirat usurate. Pana am ajuns in gara Santa Lucia din Venezia si am vazut preturile pentru vaporetto. Deci tragem aer in piept si citim, pentru o singura calatorie biletul costa 6 euro. Dupa o mica ameteala revenim si citim ca pentru 24 de ore de plimbat pe apa trebuie sa platim 18 euro iar pentru 36 de ore 24 de euro, iar pentru o saptamana intreaga trebuia sa eliberezi portofelul de 50 de euro. Dupa cateva perfuzii de calciu, am decis sa ne plimbam pe jos, ca e mai ieftin, pana in piaza San Marco. Drumul catre bazilica a fost foarte placut, ne-am bucurat de frumusetea tipic veneziana, de stradutele inguste, de stradutele foarte inguste, de canalele care inteseaza orasul, de soarele arzator si de canicula care se asternea in acea zi de duminica. Abia seara la hotel am realizat ca poate nu a fost o idee prea buna sa vizitam Venezia intr-o zi de duminica. Sigur ca am vrut, ca orice om normal, sa ne fi asezat undeva la umbra, sa ne revenim putin. Terasele erau goale in piazza San Marco, toata lumea indura canicula si statea in picioare, ati ghicit, din cauza preturilor. Nici nu am avut curajul sa intrebam cat costa o cafea intr-una dintre cafenele, si asa imi era rau de la caldura, imi mai provoc si un atac de cord. In piazza cred ca mai erau vreo 3 sau 4 porumbei, nu, nu din cauza caldurii s-au ascuns, ci din cauza aglomeratiei. Si decidem sa ne asezam pe treptele unui pasaj, vand grija sa nu blocam traficul. Nu apucam sa ne tragem sufletul ca vine o signora care ne roaga politicos dar insistent sa parasim locurile din care nu ne mai puteam misca de oboseala, pentru ca nu avem voie sa stam acolo. De ce? intreb eu ca un copil naiv ce sunt. Raspunsul este da. Deci daca nu consumi ceva la o terasa, trebuie sa faci joc de glezne, pentru ca in general in Italia nu sunt banci, nu sunt pietre, nu exista nimic pe care sa poti sta, mereu trebuie sa ai bani pentru un espresso. La ora pranzului am decis sa mergem pe insula Lido pentru a lua masa si in speranta de a scapa de aglomeratia Veneziei. Aici am gasit un restaurant nu prea grozav, cu o ospatarita romanca. Am comandat paste alla arabiata si paste cu fructe de mare. Pentru ca imi place atat de mult sa experimentez, am comandat ca bautura, un pahar de campari. Mama m-a avertizat ca este foarte amar, dar cat de amar poate fi? Ei bine nu a fost amar, a fost fiere pura. Nu stiu cine poate bea asa ceva. Din cate am observat ulterior, italienilor le place acest gust amar, au si o bautura numita chino care este un fel de pepsi mai amar. Ala s-a putut bea fara probleme, dar acel campari…oribil. Pastele la fel. In primul rand mi-au adus penne in loc de spaghetti, iar acel sos nu prea m-a impresionat. Dupa, am convenit sa descoperim putin aceasta insula. Si dintr-o data am dat peste…plaja din Lido. Bineanteles ca nu eram pregatite pentru plaja, chiar daca erau peste 40 de grade la umbra. Ne-am luat papucii in brate si am pasit putin prin apa. Si atat. Dupa care ne-am intors la marea de oameni din Venezia. Inainte sa ne intoarcem la hotel, am decis sa cautam o gelaterie numita Mela Verde despre care am citit multe pareri si care era recomandata de foarte multi pe facebook si alte forumuri. Cele 130 de persoane pe care le-am intrebat, pareau sa ne spuna ca suntem nebune, nimeni nu stia ce vrem si de ce. Am intrat la un hotel si am intrebat unde este strada pe care o cautam. Si dupa lupte seculare, am gasit-o…era o simpla gelaterie, cu 4 sau 5 arome de inghetata. Nimic special, dar macar am avut satisfactia ca am gasit o adresa in Venezia. Apoi, dupa ce am stat sa asteptam 45 de minute vaporetto, daca spun ca era aglomerat sunt prea blanda…aceasta experienta mi-a schimbat conceptul despre aglomeratie. Am uitat cumva sa mentionez ca nu am vizitat bazilica San Marco? Nici Palatul Dogilor. Am incercat intr-o zi sa mergem la muzeul Guggenheim, intr-o zi de marti. De obicei la muzee lunea este inchis, aici ni s-a facut o supriza si am constatat ca era inchis martea. Frumos. Ne-am hotarat sa vizitam totusi celebra Verona, orasul celebrilor indragostiti. Costa 7 euro biletul de tren si drumul dureaza cam o ora. In Verona am intrebat la centrul de informatii cum putem ajunge in centru, ce autobuz sa luam si cat dureaza. Pai este foarte simplu: din gara o luati catre dreapta, la prima intersectie la stanga si tot inainte pana in centru si dureaza 5 minute. Si asa a fost. Si am tot mers pentru a o cauta. Cum pe cine? Pe ea, pe Julieta si balconul sau. Si este foarte greu de gasit: tot orasul este intesat de indicatoare si tot felul de semne care l-ar putea ghida si pe cel mai talalau dintre turisti catre celebrul balconete. Si intr-un final ajungem si noi la locul faptei. Este o gradina in care intri printr-un portic scris si rescris de indragostiti din lumea intreaga, vezi o statuie cu presupusa Julieta, in dreapta sus este balconul, in stanga jos este magazinul de suveniruri, cu preturi exorbitante, ca pentru indragostiti. In spatele statuii, undeva in stanga exista un perete cu un gard de care sunt agatate lacatele iubirii. Oamenii vin aici pentru a-si declara iubirea si pentru a o bloca in timp probabil. In fine, am mers apoi sa cautam un restaurant bun, chiar in centrul orasului. Erau sute, unul langa altul. Majoritatea inchise desigur, pentru ca in Italia este o moda foarte incomoda ca sa nu spun de-a dreptul oribila pentru turisti: la orele pranzului, in general intre 15.00 si 18.00 se inchid majoritatea restaurantelor. Eu una nu inteleg acest obicei, pe care l-am mai intalnit si in Amsterdam. Am gasit un restaurant destul de dragut, care era deschis. Mai erau si altele deschise, dar serveau doar pizza. Of! Si comandam: lasagna, pizza cu rucola si cireasa de pe tort: risotto cu sampanie. Sincer nu prea ma omor cu orezul, dar din documentarile mele despre veneto, am citit ca aici s-a inventat aceasta reteta, si deci trebuia sa gust de la mama lui, a risotto-ului. Deja mintea mea flutura stegulete galbene pe campii numai dupa ce am citit denumirea: risotto cu sampanie. Mi-ar placea sa pot descrie gustul acelui risotto dar extazul mi-a sters intregul vocabular din memorie. Desi stomacul ne era plin, nu ne-am putut abtine sa nu ne luam si o inghetata, de mango si de ciocolata neagra. Unul dintre cele mai mari talente ale italienilor este aranjarea inghetatei. Este o arta. Si este foarte greu sa te abtii. Sigur ca nu am mai putut respira in acea seara, dar geleta a fost dementiala. In urmatoarea zi am hotarat sa facem shopping in Venezia. Asta a durat cam 10 minute, din cauza multelor magazine de pe aceasta frumoasa insula. Shoppingul aici este ca un sport extrem: trebuie sa fii campion mondial la maraton si o rabdare ca a lui Isus. Sunt foarte putine magazine, din cele care sunt majoritatea sunt inchise de la pranz pana seara, si nici o firma decenta care are reprezentari in toata Europa nu a binevoit sa vina in nordul Italiei.
Dar vestea buna este ca in acest oras am vazut ceva grozav: in fata unui magazin era amplasat un bol de apa pentru caini. Nu cred ca trebuie sa mai spun ca la noi acel bol ar disparea in cateva minute. Era un bol frumos special, cu o poza a unui caine deasupra. Bravo lor. Indepartandu-ne putin de Canal Grande, am gasit un restaurant tipic italian unde am comandat pentru prima data paste cu homar si supa de midii. Uitandu-ma pe meniu, in dorinta mea nesfarsita de a experimenta mancarea traditionala, am comandat si o portie de tiramisu. Oh, eram foarte entuziasmata. Nu mai imi era foame, desigur, dar gandul unui tiramisu original in Venezia… Si a venit ospatarul… Ce dezamagire. Ce am vazut pe farfurie nu arata a tiramisu, nu avea gust de tiramisu; era o prajitura cu un sos de ciocolata si cu multa frisca deasupra. O-ri-bil. Apoi ne-am plimbat prin piata de fructe si legume. Seara am avut cel mai mare noroc cu vaporetto: stateam in statie si credeam ca vom astepta cel putin juma de ora, caci era noapte si credeam ca lumea doreste sa vada luminile frumosului oras. La un moment dat vine un vaporetto complet liber si cel care ”parca” barca ne-a intrebat : ”unde mergeti?” am raspuns ”coboram la ferrovia”, ”bine, urcati”. CUM? Putem urca in vaporetto cel liber? Care are multe scaune libere? Exista asa ceva in Italia? Se pare ca exista si miracole. Si am mers pana la gara fara nici o oprire. Uau.
O alta idee minunata a mea a fost sa mergem la Belluno. Citisem si vazusem poze ale acestui orasel pe internet. Abia asteptam sa il vad. Pana acum am experimentat cateva zile de o canicula de nesuportat. Si de aceea ne-am imbracat de vara. Cand am iesit din hotel am vazut ca era cam innourat, dar am zis ca soarele isi va face datoria ca in celelalte zile. Nu a fost asa. Parca dintr-o data venise iarna. Din cate am inteles de la domnul cu biletele din gara, trebuia sa schimbam trei trenuri pentru a ajunge in Belluno. Ok. Si drumul dureaza 3 ore. Ok din nou. Am mers pana la Treviso, am stat un sfert de ora, apoi am schimbat la Montebelluno. Pe drum ne-am putut delecta cu privelistile de vis ale oraselelor de munte italiene. Dupa cum parea drumul catre acest mic orasel, ne asteptam sa lesinam la sosirea in gara. Si dupa trei ore si ceva am ajuns in gara… In primul rand ploua torential. Mai trebuie sa mentionez ca nu aveam nici o umbrela? Ok. Mama a avut o idee geniala: hai sa intrebam la biroul de informatii unde este centrul orasului si cum ajungem acolo. Si astfel am aflat ca daca mergi 5 minute de la gara, esti exact in centrul orasului. Bine, oras este mult spus. Foarte mult spus. Centrul orasului era o piazeta patrata cu un mic parc, doua baruri, trei magazine si din cate am descoperit, un singur restaurant, care culmea, era deschis la ora pranzului, desi avea un anunt lipit pe usa care scria ca se va inchide la ora 15.00 pana la ora 18.00. Toate magazinele erau inchise desigur. Deci erau multe de facut aici. Nimic nu era deschis si ploua torential. Si cel mai groaznic dintre toate: era o ceata de nu vedeai la 5 metri. Deci adio priveliste. Eram inconjurate de un lapte spumos. In singurul restaurant din oras, am comandat din nou paste cu homar, care era cam nefacut si fara nici un gust. Deci nu am stat prea mult aici. La intoarcere, am decis sa mai vizitam si Treviso, intru-cat trenurile catre Venezia/Mestre erau la fiecare ora. Si aici ploua torential. Da, a fost o zi memorabila si inca nu se terminase. La Treviso am stat aproximativ jumatate de ora, cat sa ajungem in centru(nu a fost prea greu) si sa mancam o gelata. Da, pe acea ploaie. Eram ude, ne era frig si noi mancam inghetata. Era deja ora 19.00, eram in tren si dintr-o data imi sare inima si spun ”haideti repede sa coboram, am ajuns la Meste”. Coboram repede si citim pe placuta din gara: Mestre D.ospidale. Am inceput sa radem, dar nu era raspul nostru. Intru-cat urmatorul tren era peste o ora si noi nu mai puteam sta nici 5 minute in gara, am decis sa exploram zona in care din greseala am ajuns. Deci sa recapitulam: era intuneric, era frig, ploua torential, era pustiu, nu stiam unde naiba ne aflam. Bun. Plimbandu-ne asa prin acea vreme tare frumoasa, am vazut cu ochii intetosati si chircite de frig: un mall. Asta este pentru cunoscatori: sunt foarte putine mall-uri in Italia! Si asta era chiar unul mare. Sigur ca nu se compara cu mall-urile normale din Anglia sa spunem, dar pentru Italia era gigantic. Cand am iesit era deja ora 20.30. S-a hotarat sa se ia autobuzul inapoi spre hotel si nu trenul, caci ploua cu tulumba, era tarziu si intuneric. Imi amintesc ca am protestat pe moment dar… Dupa cateva intrebari am aflat ca autobuzul care era deja in statie si care apropo era singurul, urma sa ne lase la o strada distanta de hotelul nostru. Ok, nu pare atat de complicat. Si ma duc sa ma interesez de bilete. Deci cat costa beletu? Daca cumperi biletul din autobuz costa 2.50, daca il cumperi de la chioscul de bilete din mall costa 1.30 euro. Si incep sa fug ca nebuna prin acea ploaie pana in mall, pana gasesc un chiosc cu ziare. Bastardo de vanzator imi spune ca deja au inchis. Mall-ul se inchidea la ora 22.00 si el imi spunea ca nu mai poate sa ma serveasca. Of, cate nu i-am urat acelui vanzator si mamei care l-a facut. Si ma intorc in autobuz, cumpar biletele extrem de scumpe si dupa jumatate de ora, porneste si autobuzul. Si mergem, si mergem si mergem. La un moment dat soferul imi racneste ca ar trebui sa coboram la urmatoarea statie pentru hotel Plaza. Ok. Cand am coborat, mi-a venit rau. Cred ca am suferit o criza de glicemie. Intr-adevar hotelul era la o strada distanta, dar nu pe lat ci pe lung. Am mers prin ploaie si prin frig inca jumatate de ora pana la hotel. In urmatoarea zi am fost din nou in Venezia. Era la fel de frig ca ziua precedenta, numai ca de data asta ne-am imbracat mai bine si aveam si o pelerina. Am incercat sa vizitam muzeul Guggenheim. Nu este foarte greu de gasit, numai ca ziua era gresita. Martea este inchis. Foarte tare. Era ora pranzului. Am gasit un restaurant mititel in centrul Veneziei, unde am putut experimenta pentru prima data calzone. A fost ceva special. Dupa experienta cu risotto, aceasta a fost una dintre cele mai interesante experiente culinare din nordul Italiei. Si alualtul era modelat in forma de peste. Urmatoarea zi am intrebat la gara unde ar trebui sa mergem: la Udine sau la Trieste? La Trieste desigur ni s-a raspuns. Deci au urmat 3 ore neantrerupte pana la Trieste. Inca de cand eram in tren ne-am dat seama ca e un oras deosebit. Era o combinatie intre munte si mare. Gara este foarte, foarte aproape de centru. Este un oras extraordinar de frumos, un oras port, cu cladiri in terase. Cand am ajuns in centrul orasului, am observat ca nu semana cu majoritatea oraselor italiene. Strazile erau mult mai largi, cladirile mult mai elegante. Orasul avea un aer elvetian. Singurul dezavantaj care ne-a impiedicat la propriu sa ne bucuram de priveliste, a fost vantul, care batea cu o viteza aproape inumana. Cand am fost in Irlanda, a batut vantul tot timpul si atunci m-am intrebat cum pot oamenii aia sa traiasca cu asa ceva, era groaznic. Dar aici nu era vant, era ceva dincolo de orice concept despre vant pe care oricine l-ar avea. Si asta se intampla in tot orasul., tot timpul. Din cauza acestei stari de vreme nemaintalnite de noi pana acum, am decis ca trebuie neaparat sa gasim rapid un restaurant, ca sa nu ni se smulga capul de pe umeri. Am dat o tura a centrului orasului si am gasit…3 restaurante. Bine, restaurante e mult spus, caci erau cel mult 4 mese si meniurile erau dintr-o fitzuica mica cu 5 feluri de paste. Restul erau terase cu baruri. Terasa pe vantul ala? Am gasit unul cat de cat si ne-am adapostit. Am comandat paste ragu si paste cu fructe de mare. Nu trebuia. In general sunt innebunita dupa sosul ragu, dar asta nu era ragu, era un sos de bulion. Pastele cu fructe de mare au fost foarte bune. Dezavantajul acestui restaurant a fost faptul ca nu serveau bauturi. De ce? Ca sa mananci aici si sa te duci si la un bar sa mai platesti si acolo. Si apoi am decis, nu stiu de ce, sa mergem pe faleza, sa vedem marea. Sa va spun cum era pe dig? Aici nu mai batea vantul, aici era ceva indescriptibil, abia ne putea tine pe picioare, mergeam doar pe mijloc. Dar a meritat. In ultima zi am hotarat sa nu mai mergem la nici un restaurant din cauza plecarii timpurii la aeroport. Si am decis sa mancam o ultima inghetata in Mestre. Si ce inghetata! Am gasit cea mai ieftina si mai buna inghetata din toate vietile mele de pana acum. Costa 3 euro si o singura cupa ocupa tot paharul. Cred ca intreg paharul cantarea jumatate de kilogram. Desi aceasta reprezenta masa de pranz, nu am putut-o termina, nici macar mama care este obsedata de inghetata si poate manca cantitati inumane.
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celebra gelata
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la plaja in Lido
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in Verona
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cel mai bun risotto din lume, cu sampanie
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la casa Julietei
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celebrul balcon
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in Verona
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supa cu midii
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in piazza San Marco
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pe vaporetto
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paste cu homar in Belluno
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ustensile pentru homar
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peste cu piper
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in ploaia torentiala din Belluno
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pe Canal Grande
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mancand un delicios cannolli
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cel mai bun calzone
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vantul ucigator din Trieste
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pe digul din Trieste
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micul dejun de la Plaza
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Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-44411790721046269882012-05-17T22:53:00.002-07:002012-05-17T22:53:25.527-07:00Valencia 21-24 aprilie 29012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Niciodata planul de acasa nu se potriveste cu cel din...Spania. Noi ne-am propus vitejeste sa vizitam 3 orase spaniole, in ordinea de pe tricou: Valencia, Sevilia si Madrid. Intru-cat am lesinat cand am auzit cate ore ar trebui sa petrecem pe tren de la Valencia pana la Sevilia(si pretul biletelor), am decis intelept sa ramanem doar la 2 orase. Mai intai trebuie sa ma descarc si sa spun ca ma enerveaza foarte tare compania aeriana Blue Air. Stiu ca este o companie low cost si ca odata ce iti cumperi bilete la o astfel de companie iti asumi tot ce inseamna acest lucru. Dar, totusi. Stiam si am acceptat de mult faptul ca nu ti se da un pahar de apa, ca se mai intarzie, ca orele de zbor sunt destul de dificil de suportat (ambele zboruri fiind noaptea in cazul excursiei de acum), ca ti se cer bani daca vrei un anume loc in avion si daca respiri mai profund. DAR de aici si pana la a zbura cu un avion care avea niste scaune in care abia puteai incapea este o mare distanta. Prima data am crezut ca m-am ingrasat eu cu vreo 50 de kile si m-am si inaltat cu vreo 20 de cm, intru-cat nu ma puteam misca deloc in scele scaune, nici in stanga, nici in dreapta. Apoi am constatat ca si mama are aceasi problema, ea fiind jumatate cat mine, deci nu era doar problema mea. Dupa aproximativ 4 ore, cand m-am ridicat de pe scaun, am vazut ca pe scaunul din fata mea erau urmele genunchilor mei. Iar la nivelul gatului erau amplasate niste tetiere care probabil erau construite pentru a te ajuta sa-ti sprijini capul, dar de fapt iti blocau spatele si ti-l curbau astfel incat am iesit din avion intr-o durere de coloana vertebrala greu de descris. Asta a fost la dus. La intors scaunele au fost mai bune, insa intarzierea de o ora ne-a intins nervii dincolo de orice limita umana. Ai zice ca o ora nu este mult, dar daca vii la aeroport de la ora 22.00 si ai avionul la ora 02.00 si nimeni nu te anunta cand se face imbarcarea, nimeni nu-si cere scuze pentru neplacerile produse si mai astepti si juma de ora ca pasagerii sa-si gaseasca locul in avion... Aici trebuie neaparat sa fac o acolada, o paranteza patrata si una rotunda. Aceasta calitate umana este intalnita doar la romani. Nu am calatorit decat de cateva ori dintr-o tara straina in alta, dar niciodata nu am vazut o asemenea imbulzeala la usa avionului, si nici cozi interminabile pentru ca unii se blocheaza pe culoarul avionului. Nu pot sa-mi explix la nici un nivel de ce se reped romanii sa intre primii in avion; se tem ca pleaca avionul fara ei? se tem ca raman fara locuri? Si apoi inca o intrebare existentiala: de ce odata urcati in avion nu isi pot gasi in mai putin de 20 de minute locul? Unii chiar sunt dezorientati si intreaba stewardesele. Apoi incepe spectacolul bagajelor de mana care sunt de la genti in standarde normale pana la sacose(sacose, la plural). Iar acele impingeri cu toata forta de genti/sacose in acel compartiment pentru bagaje nici nu mai are sens sa-l comentez. Si daca mai ai si norocul ca in acelasi avion sa fie si cativa copii, idealul ar fi de la 6 in sus si toti sub 4 ani,(cum ati ghicit ca a fost si in cazul nostru)esti de-a dreptul fericit.<br />
Deci ajungem cum era si normal pe la orele 01.00 a.m. Cam intuneric in aeroport. Iesim si intrebam in spaniola, ca altceva nu se stie: cum ajungem in ciudad(adica oras)? Doar cu taxiul la ora asta. Bun. Asta n-am mai incercat-o. Am ales ultimul taxi ramas si am spus numele hotelului: NH Villacarlos. Daca spatiul si scaunele din avion erau macar jumatate cat erau in acest taxi, ajungeam iluminata in Spania. 22 de euro pana in centrul orasului, am respirat usurate. A dpua zi, fiind duminica, am aflat un adevar crud despre Spania: nu este nimic deschis. Ne-am bucurat. Am decis sa mergem in port, sa mancam micul dejun traditional spaniol: churros con ciocholate. Recunosc ca nu ma intereseaza prea mult vremea si cum sa ma imbrac(se si vede) dar mama m-a avertizat de acasa ca in Spania e foarte, foarte cald. Ok. Deci mi-am pus un tricou si pantaloni lungi, in care credeam ca ma voi coace. Si iesim. In 10 minute ne-am reintors la hotel pentru a ne lua gecile. Vantul valencian mi-a amintit de Dublin. Numai acolo am simtit ca imi fuge capul de pe umeri din cauza vantului. Si ne indreptam pe jos spre port. Ar fi trebuit sa luam un autobuz, ca costa 1.50 euro biletul, dar noi mereu suntem curajoase si naive si nu credem localnicii care ne spun ca e destul de mult de mers pe jos. "Ei cat poate sa fie de departe, il vedem de aici?" Nu e vorba ca era departe, ci ca in drum spre port, nefiind nimic deschis, nu era nimic de vazut.Si ajungem intr-un final si in port, unde se desfasura o cursa de patine cu rotile. De undeva din port se auzea o voce, cred ca era prezentatorul show-ului, care ragea ingrozitor incercand sa-i incurajeze pe participanti. Am ocolit zona, intru-cat nu ne auzeam nici gandurile, si am intrat in port, unde speram sa mancam o paella cu marisco(fructe de mare). <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spre surprinderea noastra, nu era nici o terasa, nici un restaurant, nimic. Poate exista in locul de unde venea galagia pe patine, nu stiu. Cert este ca ne-am intors putin undeva langa port si am incercat pentru prima data churros cu ciocolata calda. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Churros sunt un fel de gogosi spritate neutre, adica nici sarate nici dulci, pe care la nevoie si placere le poti inmuia in ciocolata. Acestia pecare le-am servit aici erau preparati cel putin cu o zi inainte si erau destul de mari. Ulterior am aflat ca de fapt nu erau churros, ci porras, o verisoara a churros-ului. <br /><br />Am decis sa mergem la cea mai importanta atractie turistica a Valenciei si singurul loc care era deschis duminica: orasul stiintelor si a artelor.Autobuzul ne-a lasat chiar la intrarea in gradinile Turia. Aici am avut o experienta in afara corpului. In aceasta gradina mare si frumoasa, spaniolii s-au gandit sa faca si un loc pentru caini. Si au facut un fel de lac de mica adancime, unde patrupedele sa poata inota, juca si socializa.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Am vazut caini de toate rasele si marimile. Cred ca am stat mai mult de o ora admirand cum cainii aduceau maingile aruncate in apa inapoi la stapani. Ne-am amuzat si cu cateva nume de catei in spaniola: "bifon" asta a fost cel mai comic, "canela" adica scortisoara si "tres" adica trei.Dupa care am inceput sa ne plimbam prin orasul stiintelor si artelor. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cred cu convingere ca arhitectul care a conceput acest proiect este reancarnarea directa a lui Gaudi, sau ca l-a idolatrizat de mic copil. Gaudi s-a inspirat din formele plantelor pentru a crea minunatia de la Bacelona, iar acesta s-a inspirat din formele marine, in special a pestilor. Muzeele, acvariile si gradina zoologica sunt construite in forme de pesti, balena care iese din apa, pisica de mare, etc. Toate acestea inconjurate de un mic strat de apa cristalina care armonizeaza si energizeaza intregul "oras". Genial. Sunt trei mari "muzee" pe care le poti vizita: muzeul stiintelor, muzeul hemisferic si muzeul oceanografic. Noi am ales sa vizitam doar oceanograficul, care includea si un spectacol acrobatic cu delfini. Intrarea a costat 25 euro de persoana.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Prima adata am intrat sa vedem acvariile ce contineau mii de specii de pesti. Pentru noi a fost pentru prima data cand am intrat intr-un acvariu care se continua si pe tavan si care ne inconjura. Tot aici am admirat jocul armonios al focilor care isi faceau plimbarea de amiaza. La ora pranzului am decis sa mergem la cel mai scump restaurant la care am fost vreodata. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Se numeste "submarin", este de 5 stele si interiorul este inconjurat de acvarii. A fost un decor de vis. Pestii inotau in jurul meselor. Dar ce sa-ti comanzi cand o paella era 25 de euro, in conditiile in care in oras costa 12 euro? Sigur ca era paella cu homar si nu faceau decat pentru doua persoane. Asa ca ne-am comandat doar startere, un consome cu pulpo(caracatita) si calamari cu carnati negri(un fel de sangerete). Nu ne-am saturat intru-cat portiile erau doar asa de gust, de facut pofta, nu de mancat. Dar a meritat experienta decorului. Personal prefer sa manac ce manaca localnicii; este si mai gustos si mai ieftin si mai pitoresc. Apoi am mers la delfinariu. Am ajuns cu o jumatate de ora mai devreme pentru a prinde locuri cat de cat mai bune. Delfinii erau in apa si inotau.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Exact la ora 3 jumatate, cand era programata inceperea spectacolului, delfinii au inceput sa se agite si sa se aseze in fata galetilor cu somon, desi dresorii inca nu aparusera inca. Si a inceput show-ul. Mama a inceput sa planga, eu sa filmez. Tumbe, aplauze cu coada pe apa, demonstrarea vitezei delfinilor, oameni care faceau acrobatii impreuna cu delfinii, dresorii care zburau pe botul delfinilor, absolut impresionant. Intregul concept al spectacolului era de fapt asemanarile si diferentele intre umani si delfini. Sigur ca delfinii castigau de fiecare data, dar ii aplaudau cu coada si pe umani in incercarile lor. Am ras, m-am emotionat, m-am distrat, pana la un punct, cand la un semn al delfinului sef(care era dublu cat ceilalti, probabil era mai batran si mai intelept) au inceput sa scoata zgomotele lor specifice in cor. Pana aici mi-a fost; am inceput sa plang (nu in hohote). M-a emotionat ideea de a te compara cu delfinii, respectul fata de aceste animale superbe promovat de prezentatoare, zambetul lor molipsitor, starea pe care au transmis-o. A fost o experienta divina. Asta e un motiv extrem de bun pentru a veni pe pamant. Apoi am fost in centrul orasului, in piata Reina, am mancat o inghetata de mango si inapoi la hotel.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A doua zi, fiind luni, ne-am gandit sa mergem sa ne luam bilete de tren pentru a ajunge in urmatoarea zi la Madrid. Doamna de la centrul de informatii ne-a spus ca trenul pentru Madrid, numit Ave, pleaca de la o gara moderna, abia construita, dar biletele se cumpara de la gara principala, aproape de centru. Am gasit destul de usor gara cu biletele si ne-am asejat la coada. Cand am ajuns, ni s-a spus ca nu de aici se cumpara biletele ci de la gara noua. Cum? Am intrebat noi, pai ni s-a spus ca de aici se cumpara. Am crezut ca cei de la centrul de informatii stiu ce vorbesc, dar vad ca nu intotdeauna. Urmatoarea intrebare pentru cel de la ghiseu a fost: si cum se ajunge la noua gara? Pe jos. PE JOS? Da, exista un autobuz de la o gara la alta, dar trebuie sa ai biletul de tren la tine. Of. Era si ora pranzului. Drumul a durat cam 15 minute. Ajungem in sfarsit la gara noua, moderna, si intrebam cat costa un bilet pentru Madrid. Si am primit raspunsul: 80 de euro. Dupa o mica pauza, am intrebat: asta e la clasa intai sau la vip? Nu, nu, la clasa a doua, dar ajunge in capitala intr-o ora jumatate.. Aha, ok.
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Am hotarat sa ne intoarcem inapoi la gara veche pentru ca era stategic pozitionata langa plaza del torro si vroiam sa vedem daca exista o posibilitate de a asista la o corida. Nu am dorit sa mai venim pe jos de la gara noua la cea veche(avem un talent special de a merge pe jos pana cand ne simtim tapile in umeri) si hai sa luam metroul sau un autobuz. Autobuzele erau putine si nu mergeau unde mergeam si noi, si am gasit dupa 10 minute de mers o statie de metrou.Da, asa de departe era. Un metroul mai amarat si mai lent nu am vazut niciodata in viata mea. Si scump si urat si cu statii rare.Si am revenit la plaza del torro. Nu am apucat sa vedem muzeul taurilor, intru-cat era deschis pana la ora 14.00 si deci era destuld e tarziu. Am inceput sa cautam un restaurant in care sa experimentam o paella traditionala. Am gasit un restaurant cam turistic unde am comandat o paella cu orez negru si si una cu fructe de mare. Mi-a placut pentru ca nu avea deloc gust de orez, totul mirosea a mare. Foarte, foarte bun, desi eu nu ma omor dupa orez. In urmatoarea zi am purces catre Madrid. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ajungem in gara, facem check-in-ul(in Spania, dupa atentatul de la Atocha, securitatea in gari este un subiect foarte serios) intram in tren si ne ocupam locurile. Benteles ca a plecat exact la ora scrisa pe belet. Sincer nu am mai mers in asemenea conditii de lux; nu stiu cum era la clasa intai daca asa era la a doua. Si am calatorit pentru prima data cu 300km/h. Am ajuns la Madrid pe la orele 13.00, intr-un frig greu de explicat.Madrilenii erau imbracati de iarna, iar eu, din cauza durerilor de picioare, am ales sa ma incalt in sandale, cu un tricou si o geaca. Noi aveam o rezervare la un hotel grandios abia peste 2 zile. Acum trebuia sa ne gasim un hotel pentru 2 nopti si repede, caci frigul deja imi afecta gandirea. O actiune destul de usoara si placuta in mod obisnuit, dar acum era o situatie speciala pe care am aflat-o acolo: Real Madrid urma sa joace cu Bayern Munchen si deci toate hotelurile erau pline. Am avut un oarecare noroc si am gasit un hotel de 2 stele, care arata... dar macar era curat. Dupa ce ne-am imbracat mai corespunzator vremii de afara, am plecat spre celebrul Prado. Ne uitam la preturi si citim: intrarea gratis dupa orele 18.00. Bun, hai la Thyssen Bornemisza, care e destul de aproape. Acolo se desfasura o expozitie a celebrului Chagall. Nu e pictorul meu preferat dar a fost interesant. Este destul de greu de gasit un restaurant traditional spaniol langa aceste doua muzee, dar nu imposibil. Dupa multe cercetari, ne-am hotarat la un mic restaurant spaniol, care gatea la comanda; pentru ca in Spania se obisnuieste sa se consume gustarile numite tapas, care din cate am observat noi, erau facute cu ceva timp inainte si ti se serveau cel mult incalzite la microunde. Nu, multumesc.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ne-am, comandat o portie de patatas bravas, adica cartofi la cuptor si cu un sos iute minunat, chorizo a la placha si creveti la gratar. Erau facuti atunci si aveau o savoare deosebita.Apoi ne-am indreptat atentia catre centrul orasului: Puerta del Sol. Aici se afla celebrul si unicul El corte ingles, singurul mall din Spania(zic ei). Sub egida acestei firme, se prezinta multe, multe, multe firme pentru toate gusturile si buzunarele, trebuie doar sa le gasesti pe cele care ti se potrivesc. Exista un el corte ingles pentru muzica, unul pentru carti, unul pentru firme scumpe, altul pentru persoane trecute putin de prima tinerete, etc. Nu vreau sa-mi amintesc seara la acel hotel, asa am ales si ne-am asumat cele 2 nopti de semi-cosmar. Nici nu prea aveam de ales in acele conditii. Curat era ce-i drept, dar la televizor te uitai cu lupa, covor nu exista, paturile erau usor uzate(ca sa fiu diplomata), dar locatia era de vis: exact lipit de muzeul Reina Sofia, langa gara Atocha. A doua zi am hotarat sa ne-o petrecem vizitand castelul El Escorial. Am pornit de dimineata catre statia de autobuz care ducea catre aceasta locatie. Drumul dureaza o ora si costa 3.50 euro. Sincer nu am mai vazut o asemenea statie de autobuz, cu 3 terminale si zeci de porti. E mai mare decat aeroporturile de la noi. Si ajungem la El Escorial. Cand am coborat din autobuz, am simtit ca mi se taie picioarele. Nu, nu de privelistea mirifica, ci de frig. Erau aproximativ 5 grade si eu eram din nou in sandale. Am fugit efectiv pana in incinta castelului unde erau cateva grade mai mult. Ok, recunosc ca nu m-am documentat prea bine in privinta acestei atractii turistice. Eu am crezut ca a fost un castel in care au trait regii Spaniei si unde pictorul El Greco si-a pestrecut ceva ani lucrand ca pictor al curtii. Am aflat adevarul cand am platit biletul:12 euro: a fost o mananstire. Dintr-o data am simtit un fior rece pe sira spinarii. In continuare ma asteptam sa vad apartamente regale, sau macar camere mobilate, ceva care sa-mi demonstreze ca acolo au locuit niste oameni candva. Dar nu am vazut decat niste ziduri din caramida foarte reci, innegrite si inspaiamnatatoare. Im momentul in care am intrat pe holurile acestei manastiri, am vrut sa ies cu viteza luminii. Apoi am vazut un semn cu muzeul de pictura si am zis hai sa vedem despre ce e vorba. Drumul catre acest asa-zis muzeu de pictura implica trecerea prin cateva holuri. Deja mi se facuse cald, corpul mi se carcise si imi era o frica de nedescris. Mama mergea in fata mea si ma incuraja spunandu-mi ca nu e nimic rau, ca pot merge fara frica. Dar cand am trecut in alt hol, mi s-au taiat picioarele: am vazut o sfoara groasa(ca alea din port) si deasupra era un obiect de tortura din fier masiv. Inca un rand de transpiratii. De aici inainte a fost un chin ingrozitor pentru mine. Simteam o greutate insuportabila deasupra mea, nu puteam respira si mersul imi era ingreunat, corpul aplecat la 90 de grade de frica. Mama ma incuraja sa respir, sa trec fara frica, sa nu ma uit. Ce vorbesti, eu nu stiam cum sa scap mai repede de acolo, imi venea sa sparg un geam si sa fug in gradini. La un moment dat am crezut ca acest cosmar s-a terminat, am dat de un hol care parea a fi iesirea. O doamna care lucra acolo, ne-a racnit foarte amenintator, ceea ce nu este caracteristic spaniolilor si strainilor in general, mai ales celor care lucreaza cu publicul, ca "nu, nu, vizita nu s-a terminat, mergeti inainte". Corpul mi s-a circit la loc. Si am continuat in aceasistare de frica pe acele holuri ingrozitoare pana cand am dat de un semn care spunea ca urmeaza panteonul regilor. O intreb inocenta pe mama ce inseamna panteon si mi se raspunde: mormant. Pana aici mi-a fost. Eu am o repulsie si o frica din nastere fata de asa ceva, nu suport mortii si nici statuile, mi se par ca misca, ca sunt vii. Si la muzee de arta trec destul de repede pe langa sectia de sculptura. Nu am putut sa vad decat o singura fractiune de secunda acea parte a cladirii, cu mormintele si deja mi s-a parut prea mult. Din cat de frig mi-a fost la inceput, acum simteam ca e deja canicula. Corpul meu fizic si emotional nu mai faceau fata. Imaginea pe care am vazut-o era ceva cumplit pentru mine. Era o incapere intunecata complet, luminata doar de cateva lumanari si se vedeau doar unele contururi de statui de pe morminte. Absolut morbid. Am avut un mic noroc si exact in acel moment a venit un paznic si i-am expplicat ca eu nu mai pot continua vizita, ca mi se face rau si sa-mi arate o scurtatura pentr a iesi din acest iad. Si ne-a deschis drumul catre un alt hol care ducea catre panteonul infantilor. Of, din lac in put. Infantii sunt copiii regilor spanioli. Dar macar aici era lumina.Am stat cu ochii in pamant si am tinut-o pe mama de mana pana cand am iesit. Cu coada ochilor am vazut ca erau multe statui, morminte de copii si armuri cu sabii. Abia cand am iesit din caldire am putut respira mai bine. Eram epuizata deja. Si gradinile tot nu le-am vazut, vizitatorii nu aveau acces. Ce era mai frumos si mai frumos, nu am putut vedea. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cred ca daca as fi facut poze in interior, nu m-as fi recunoscut(nu cred ca as fi putut apasa pe buton din cauza starii pe care o aveam); nici in cele de afara nu prea ma recunosc. Simteam ca am trait ceva vieti prin Spania si ca am avut legaturi cu lumea religiei, ca am trecut prin niste torturi din cauza orientarilor religioase, dar nu mi-am puut vreodata imagina ca poti simti intr-un loc sentimente atat de puternice legate de vieti si aspecte anterioare. N-eam intors repede in Madrid si pentru pranz am ales un restaurant mexican, mancarea noastra preferata. Il ochisem din ziua precedenta, acum nu trebuia decat sa il regasim. Decorul era cam infricosator, mai ales dupa experienta escorialului, arata ca o grota, cu cranii pe pereti, cam intunecat. Dar sa nu ne luam dupa aparente zic. Si comandam tamales, un fel de porumb invelit in frunza de banan pusa pe gratar, tacos cu mole nero si quesadilla. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Toate au fost bune, dar tacos cu mole nero m-a terminat. Mie imi plac mult sosurile, iar aici farfuria era inecata de sos. Ca si bauturi ni s-a recomandat mojito si margherita. Noi nu am mai experimentat maergherita pana acuma si am zis de ce nu. Bine am facut pentru ca a fost cea mai buna bautura pe care am baut-o vreodata. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Urmatoarea zi a venit si timpul sa ne mutam la hotelul la care aveam rezervare: Gran Legazpi. Uau, un hotel e 3 stele care pare de 4. Hotelul se afla intr-un cartier al Madridului foarte linistit. Aici am experimentat cum mananca cu adevarat localnicii. Am intrat dimineata intr-un bar si am comandat o portie de churros.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In primul rand costa mult mai putin fata de centrul orasului si a fost cea mai buna ciocolata pe care am consumat-o; cremoasa si gustoasa. Pe jos erau o multime de hartii aruncate: de la pachetele de zahar, servetele, etc. Asta stim de data trecuta cand am fost in Spania, ca se incurajeaza aruncarea gunoiului pe jos in baruri pentru un simplu motiv: cand se face curatenia seara, se matura gunoiul; cu cat strangi mai mult gunoi, cu atat mai bine, inseamna ca ai avut clienti multi. Seara a venit timpul sa mergem in sfarsit la prado. Am asteptat cuminti la coada sa vina ora 18.00, cand vizita este gratis(de luni pana joi).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Salvador Dali avea partial dreptate cand spunea ca exista doua categorii de pictori: Velasquez si ceilalti. Velasquez este cu adevarat impresionant. Muzeul Prado gazduieste cu mandrie celebrul sau tablou "Las Meninas" intr-o camera foarte mare. Si por supuesto ca nu se pot face poze, ceea ce ma deranjeaza groaznic, in orice tara m-as afla. Este greu de descris ce simti in fata unui asemenea tablou. Nici nu trebuie sa stii nimic despre pictura sau arta, pur si simplu ai un sentiment de maretie, respect si grandoare. Sublim. Am spus ca Dali avea partial dreptate, pentru ca pictorul care ma face sa nu dorm noaptea este Rembrandt. Are o singura lucrare la Prado, dar ce lucrare. "Artemisia" se numeste, nu este chiar "rondul de noapte" dar te patrunde pana la celulele stem.Este incredibil cum a putut reda broderia hainelor, profunzimea planurilor, atmosfera intre personaje. Genial. Am fost sa revad si celebrele tabouri "Maya" ale lui Goya: cea goala si cea imbracata. Din pacate "imbracata", care este mai interesanta, nu se afla pe simeze, era la restaurat. Asta e. Urmatoarea zi am practicat sportul nostru preferat: shopping-ul. Pranzul l-am luat la un restaurant spaniol, undeva langa centru. Mai intai ne-au adus din partea casei tapas: doua felii de paine cu jamon.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Noi ne-am comandat patas bravas din nou, caracatita pe gratar si tortilla. De ce nu mi-a spus chelnerul ca platoul cu caracatita contine si cartofi, nu stiu, ca nu as mai fi comandat si patatas bravas. Ce m-a impresionat a fost tortilla. Data trecuta cand am fost in Spania, nu am avut resurse financiare pentru a merge la un restaurant traditional si am ajuns la unul indian care facea mancare spaniola. Si am mancat tortilla facuta de indieni: nu are nici o legatura. Acea tortilla era facuta din multi, multi cartofi, era rece, tare si fara nici un gust. Aceatsa tortilla era calda, moale si extrem de gustoasa, servita pe o felie de panie prajita pe gratar. Caracatita m-a cam dezamagit. De obicei imi place, mai ales baby octopus, dar aceasta era cam grasa si cam moale, desi mamei i-a placut. Iar la final am avut parte de alta surpriza: a venit chelnerul cu nota de plata si cu o tava cu 2 sticle si ne-a intrebat: doriti lichior de Madrid sau de ierburi?Am raspuns ca intotdeauna: de amandoua. Cel de ierburi nu prea putea fi baut, era foarte tare si prea aromat, dar cel de Madrid era excelent, semana cu bailey dar era ceva mai slab. Asta era tot din partea casei. In centrul orasului avea loc o adevarata petrecere: fanii celor de la Bayern-Munchen se pregateau de meciul din acea seara. Barbati imbracati in spenteri beau bere si racneau cat ii tineau plamanii ceva in germana, sper ca erau incurajari pentru echipa lor preferata. Mai treceau cateva fete curajoase(care bausera cel putin cate o cervesa) care strigau "real madrid". In piata au venit cativa mariachi care incercau fara nici un rezultat cateva melodii mexicane, dar oricat de tare ar fi putut canta ei, nu ii puteau acoperi pe fanii germani.
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Inca de acasa ne-am propus sa mergem sa vizitam templul lui debod, un templu egipean, adus direct din Egipt prin anul 1970 in Spania. Imaginile de pe net erau de-a dreptul impresionante, dar realitatea a lasat de dorit. Erau niste pietre simple, asezate frumos pe apa. Am facut 2 poze si am plecat. Ne-am indreptat spre palatul regal care sincer nu mi-a spus nimic. Aceasi arhitectura impozanta si infricosatoare ca toate bisericile din Spania, care imi repugna total. Conform hartii pe care am consultat-o, eram destul de aproape de Plaza mayor. Deci pe jos pana acolo. Pe drum am intrat in toate magazinele de suveniruri, asa cum ne e obiceiul. Inainte de a ajunge acolo, am observat o hala. Arata destul de banal pe dinafara, dar am zis sa mergem totusi sa vizitam si interiorul. Semana cu celebra boqueria din Barcelona, dar nu prea.e numeste plaza de San Miguel si este raiul gurmanzilor. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aici se gatea pe loc orice ingredient iti puteai imagina ca exista pe lumea asta si totul era proaspat. Erau niste mirosuri.... Oriunde te uitai erau aranjamente culinare de mare arta, toata lumea era curioasa si innebunita de ce vedea si simtea, toti mancau, beau, era un orgasm gastronomic. Mai intai am gustat niste chipsuri de jamon, un fel de jambon expandat, sarat, foarte sarat, dar delicios. Cred ca ar fi mers uns cu o bere. Apoi ne-am comandat bocherones, adica sardine prajite cu lamaie si un sandwich cu chorrizo de jamon si unul cu chorrizo cu chilli, facute in fata noastra. A fost pentru prima data cand am putut manca si sta mai mult timp intr-o astfel de piata. De obicei mi se face rau sau ma deranjeaza aglomeratia, zgomotul, dar acum eram atat de entuziasmata de ceea ce vedeam si miroseam, incat nu am dat importanta la ce era in jur. In plus, toti oamenii aveau aceeasi energie: a curiozitatii si mirarii.In imineata ultimei zile ne uitam pe geam si vedem ca ploua cu tulumba. Este evident ca nu aveam nici urma de umbrela. Ce sa facem, ce sa facem, hai la un mall. Mama stia de acasa de un mall, dar cum era de asteptat, uitase cum se cheama. Si dai si explica la receptie, in spaniola desigur, ca vrem sa vedem un mall mare, dar nu stim cum se cheama, nici unde este. Mama: "am impresia ca se numeste "Varguadia". <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Doamna de la receptie ne priveste fara nici o reactie. Dintr-o data isi aduce aminte de numele mall-ului si spune o silaba greu de inteles pentru noi. Reuseste sa ne indrume cat de cat statia de metrou mai apropiata si purcedem. Ploua in continuare. Ajungem la statia cu pricina si intrebam din nou. Iar nu stiam cum se numeste acel mall si inventam de fiecare data. Cand era "venguada", cand "varguada", cand "vengada". Aaaaa, nu e aici. Nu reuseam sa intelegem cum se numeste acel mall din cauza accentului spaniolilor. Pana la urma am reusit sa mai luam un autobuz cateva statii si a ne duca exact la destinatie. Mall-ul se numea LA VAGUADA si era la dracu in praznic, mai departe de stadionul bernabeu. Mancai 2 tortilla pana acolo. Dar merita vazut, mai ales daca ploua in Madrid. Aici la ora pranzului am inceput sa facem o tura de recunoastere. Dintr-o data am zarit ceva ce semana a mancare mexicana. Era celebrul fast-food TacoBell. Cum nu am experimentat niciodata asa ceva(ma refer la fast-food-ul mexican, ca cel american nu ne prea atrage) am zis: vamos.Si am luat tacos, burrito si nachos cu trei sosuri. Superb. Total: 9 euro. Mama: "cat?" 9 euro. Bun, n-am dat atat de putin pe un pranz, doua persoane, niciodata. Si in acesti bani a intrat si o cervesa, adica o bere.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfKQ7MiG1XIDJDguSmeibOOyuaIpDC8i7PpuiMT4tpYdIl65y0eGg5Hs7xE9DIt6DvK5H48yEA0_2RmCnvVyBQ7banOWwiLRheExib3kcLxOfPpoFbjjcrm4QhJ8CLmQR7jmEiMem5tI/s1600/DSC_0687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfKQ7MiG1XIDJDguSmeibOOyuaIpDC8i7PpuiMT4tpYdIl65y0eGg5Hs7xE9DIt6DvK5H48yEA0_2RmCnvVyBQ7banOWwiLRheExib3kcLxOfPpoFbjjcrm4QhJ8CLmQR7jmEiMem5tI/s400/DSC_0687.jpg" /></a></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-5054828495064367382012-01-12T13:31:00.000-08:002012-01-12T23:25:40.038-08:00Londra 26 decembrie 2011-4 ianuarie 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98xIuji2W58P-uUYfU-ypi5uNGRG5DiFenhJ9wJJpjwIsj7lHj9sSYRsFRvM4937HkLvySGH5zsdRxRkvSV-XvkVMDWidXe-YlJCIGl8zYHFO4IcioU6GGCd_PYGJ0b1KoAC7Iac0HLI/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696863188807218530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98xIuji2W58P-uUYfU-ypi5uNGRG5DiFenhJ9wJJpjwIsj7lHj9sSYRsFRvM4937HkLvySGH5zsdRxRkvSV-XvkVMDWidXe-YlJCIGl8zYHFO4IcioU6GGCd_PYGJ0b1KoAC7Iac0HLI/s400/DSC_0327.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeG2wYKiCRVch-X2qN_PBkRwNm5lnlKjg-hY6KLfLBbX_sq9VVtcD9QStBVnXfLRf1Q5EjnVBi4Zz3xQqr6jT4lSoHoflFyYstie3fD8QQcU2snCBqBUJ0h6U7HTki5DRLb3a8C4agug/s1600/DSC_0336.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696863085557751714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeG2wYKiCRVch-X2qN_PBkRwNm5lnlKjg-hY6KLfLBbX_sq9VVtcD9QStBVnXfLRf1Q5EjnVBi4Zz3xQqr6jT4lSoHoflFyYstie3fD8QQcU2snCBqBUJ0h6U7HTki5DRLb3a8C4agug/s400/DSC_0336.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br />Am experimentat deja sfarsitul lumii: Londra la trecerea dintre ani si mai ales in anul de gratie 2012! Turnul Babel a fost mic copil pe langa ce a fost in Londra in timpul acestor sarbatori. Nu stiu daca este la fel in toti anii de sarbatori, banuiesc ca aproximativ, dar anul acesta, poate si pentru ca aceasta metropola este buricu pamantului in aceasta perioada si va mai fi mult timp cu olimpiada si jubileul de diamant al reginei, toata lumea din toate colturile lumii au avut aceasi idee: hai sa trecem in 2012 la Londra!!!As folosi cuvantul aglomeratie pentru a descrie impresia generala pe care am avut-o in intrega excursie dar este prea sarac si nu poate contura imensitatea de oameni care sufoca orasul. As putea spune "baie de multime", dar nu spun pentru ca ar fi fost bine sa fie asa. Nu, nu a fost o baie de multime, a fost ca un montainrouse de la inceput pana la sfarsit. Ne-am simtit ca si cum am fi fost intr-o masina decapotabila, fara centura de siguranta, tamponandu-ne cu toate celelalte masini, intr-o viteza ametitoare.Aceasta este a doua mea vizita in regatul britanic.Prima data nu se apropia anul olimpic, regina nu isi sarbatorea jubileul de diamant, william inca nu se insurase, metroul nu era in greva(doar british airlines, dar noi nu zburam cu ei, asa ca doar am asistat la incredibilele 5 zile de greva), reducerile nu erau atat de mari si benteles nu era anul nou. Acum situatia s-a schimbat desigur. Londra a devenit si mai turistica, daca era posibil asa ceva si uite ca a fost, oriunde te uitai vedeai imprimat peste tot celebrul sarut regal dintre will si kate si nimic altceva.O latura neplacuta a revizitarii unui loc, oricare ar fi el, este ca poti observa oamenii, colegii turisti, care in cazul de fata erau italieni cel putin 40%. Nici in Italia nu am auzit atata italiana cat am auzit la Londra. Apoi cu un procent mai mic urmau francezii si la egalitate arabii si altii cu limbi neinteligibile. Am intalnit si cativa romani, nu stiu daca fericiti sau nu, dar erau acolo. n rest populatia Londrei, formata dupa cum este si normal din...indieni si accentul lor.Era imposibil oriunde te uitai, in orice moment al zilei, sa nu vezi cate un "namaste" vanzand cate ceva. Sigura ca unii dintre ei inca nu prea stiu limba engleza, dar ce conteaza, daca nu intelegi pretul, ti-l noteaza pe o hartie si totul e ok. Cred ca in afara de unii politisti, gardieni si soferi de autobuze, toti londonezii au plecat mancand pamantul in timpul sarbatorilor, sau nu au iesit din casa. Ii inteleg.Un singur lucru nu am inteles in aceasta vizita: copiii. Am vazut multe lucruri care m-au mirat, multe care m-au socat, care m-au tulburat, dar asa ceva... Aceasta tanara generatie de copiii(nu neaparat londonezi, erau si italieni si francezi si alte natii) m-au facut sa apreciez romanii si bunul nostru simt. Avem multe bube si mie nu mi-a placut niciodata aceasta tara in care m-am nascut dar calatoria de anul acesta mi-a schimbat mult perspectiva asupra lucrurilor. Personal nu sunt un fan al violentei, nici macar al disciplinei severe si in nici intr-un caz nu sunt de acord cu zicala "bataia e rupta din rai", dar totusi cand ai un copil ar trebui sa stii cum sa il educi. Probabil pentru ca eram in perioada sarbatorilor si toate bonele erau in concediu, poate ca pentru ca regina ofera premii speciale sau bani pentru cei care au mai mult de doi copiii, ca altfel nu-mi explic de ce nu am vazut oameni fara cel putin 2 copiii cu varste sub 4 ani plimbandu-se prin cele mai aglomerate locuri. Am vazut parinti cu copii in brate, cu landouri cu 2 locuri, tinuti de mana, etc.Si toti acesti copiii tipau din rarunchi fara nici un motiv. Am vazut copiii care trageau cu tota forta de fusta/geanta mamei, care se tavaleau la propriu pe jos, care se urcau efectiv in capul parintilor. In Romania nu am vazut niciodata asa ceva. Iar in restaurante...erau de-a dreptul insuportabili. Nu am vazut nici un parinte care sa isi poata stapani "odoru`", sau care sa schiteze macar un gest de autoritate.Eu inteleg chiar si acest spirit liber si neconstrans de a creste un copil dar totusi cand vrei sa iei masa intr-un restaurant, vrei sa ai o clipa de liniste, nu sa auzi timp de o ora un copil sau mai multi tipand in continuu. Ar trebui sa se cunoasca cine este parintele si cine copilul.Asa-zisa civilizatie nu cred ca include si disconfortul colegilor de masa. Mie nu mi se pare ca esti civilizat doar pentru ca nu iti bati copilul. A educa un copil nu inseamna a-l bate, ci a-i arata cum sa se comporte astfel incat sa creeze armonie oriunde se afla. Nu mai mentionez si faptul ca intr-un restaurant am asistat si la o alaptare la masa(probabil era desrtul), intr-o tara care detine nenumarate locuri pentru asa ceva.Inchei acest capitol care m-a traumatizat spunand ca admir parintii romani care stiu sa-si educe copiii corect, nu numai sa-i cresca.Am sa incep cu transportul care ne-a ajutat sa vedem si o alta latura a timpului.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaK4drOSs_yEvZSRK7ECP08KkF1m5_CBevZhEx6W2EIptFlgko-a4cpb9yK9YbkhJoEdtb_Ploq7ClprdCjTKJkA1P_wJ13eLzCni2QM90O17MZGdT98n-hrVlYNxhrQ1Ah3149epZxU4/s1600/DSC_0442.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862966907690626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaK4drOSs_yEvZSRK7ECP08KkF1m5_CBevZhEx6W2EIptFlgko-a4cpb9yK9YbkhJoEdtb_Ploq7ClprdCjTKJkA1P_wJ13eLzCni2QM90O17MZGdT98n-hrVlYNxhrQ1Ah3149epZxU4/s400/DSC_0442.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUz4uctunOokaVrwToNb9xQBYcWA0DHR_yzmw1-2mUweg_7bJi1oycYhR39AZOwtWLyBOleDOOz1GIZ0CY8dDsyv_zCZ_Kw1tW1Lj6cFn8C96MUeAZFBNYHJg86OgqZssDrfe6qnWCn4c/s1600/DSC_0587.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862867537451154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUz4uctunOokaVrwToNb9xQBYcWA0DHR_yzmw1-2mUweg_7bJi1oycYhR39AZOwtWLyBOleDOOz1GIZ0CY8dDsyv_zCZ_Kw1tW1Lj6cFn8C96MUeAZFBNYHJg86OgqZssDrfe6qnWCn4c/s400/DSC_0587.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />in liftul luxosului harrods<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuz8oCB9L4K0D7zJC0bqCRBMMcTp79yzpXhtBEzHQHtWuOu900LAUbNQRU4El22b5Sa9wAIx8GajDrU-s1bIdbtHxef9NlNTcj8TmVRQgL3cPywiEI2YY-pSVqp6cyipJ7n4D_vdSQNU/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862710747070834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuz8oCB9L4K0D7zJC0bqCRBMMcTp79yzpXhtBEzHQHtWuOu900LAUbNQRU4El22b5Sa9wAIx8GajDrU-s1bIdbtHxef9NlNTcj8TmVRQgL3cPywiEI2YY-pSVqp6cyipJ7n4D_vdSQNU/s400/DSC_0361.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in gradinile palatului Kensington<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vTRkmvspDY7rdvE6q6S_fZlzTgTNBZVVdKi1DxLqOBJM_TNmB_DDPhfD9HX0ZbZkbhqRl5l-vVOmo-rXCGJet1vrp1ReLUTr6d0IVSxIcfwxn-435grrg_D346W6SwEbP24aX5DbAw8/s1600/DSC_0418.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862592979842690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vTRkmvspDY7rdvE6q6S_fZlzTgTNBZVVdKi1DxLqOBJM_TNmB_DDPhfD9HX0ZbZkbhqRl5l-vVOmo-rXCGJet1vrp1ReLUTr6d0IVSxIcfwxn-435grrg_D346W6SwEbP24aX5DbAw8/s400/DSC_0418.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in Hyde park<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3v_KV0oeNqamhrhhV82wegnsK3USXQYq9Ho9Gk7IByoUttxMajp2TCtbP7ebyesfoMDb9RZQxJfJM-Vl3BL2mTTr3bDJnUDTMJ4pIcFv_FHFZ7C86twEXLYA_2wZH7zZVCfQ3OpedjI/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862511252380370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3v_KV0oeNqamhrhhV82wegnsK3USXQYq9Ho9Gk7IByoUttxMajp2TCtbP7ebyesfoMDb9RZQxJfJM-Vl3BL2mTTr3bDJnUDTMJ4pIcFv_FHFZ7C86twEXLYA_2wZH7zZVCfQ3OpedjI/s400/DSC_0412.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2zEWlHGxZh6Tq-3PjdMkIIFJQL0Qo1qXMKI8vdvFU5yngbXee6wRlIoXBg0yln0GalBSY9MAWvbLq3bzrIU3mU0EHUzm_E-dgwrlJZcyXOBd4s01MIuwX5O7BkAK_fFSQZJWK9kTwLA/s1600/DSC_0502.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862359977395218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2zEWlHGxZh6Tq-3PjdMkIIFJQL0Qo1qXMKI8vdvFU5yngbXee6wRlIoXBg0yln0GalBSY9MAWvbLq3bzrIU3mU0EHUzm_E-dgwrlJZcyXOBd4s01MIuwX5O7BkAK_fFSQZJWK9kTwLA/s400/DSC_0502.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Trafalgar square<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF30L2AY6TSrU1FhJFKeRvHhYybSK74LCX9TJqaxkOrXSHtk9pTkXR9pID_EQ_w07eS5Ded4u7wbmbsJaxUsvxiYL22AeQRIHvY84itz87jgOLaptCre0R5o8XrA1KBw0fX1JOAcIBj_c/s1600/DSC_0462.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862150538441890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF30L2AY6TSrU1FhJFKeRvHhYybSK74LCX9TJqaxkOrXSHtk9pTkXR9pID_EQ_w07eS5Ded4u7wbmbsJaxUsvxiYL22AeQRIHvY84itz87jgOLaptCre0R5o8XrA1KBw0fX1JOAcIBj_c/s400/DSC_0462.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />in ochiul Londrei<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAWRfOnaIMq9FwOS4xKK52j0hveK8aNvhGHs-oBXvSKQUVnv4w_QHg0dMcw7L5-SNsbkS_rWm8kVKF7T91Eiio5tpxVKLRT_8uAphc_LDZpUwlgRDRroUiRFonSC0UHU4M15OrdcYV5c/s1600/DSC_0423.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696862064603825234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAWRfOnaIMq9FwOS4xKK52j0hveK8aNvhGHs-oBXvSKQUVnv4w_QHg0dMcw7L5-SNsbkS_rWm8kVKF7T91Eiio5tpxVKLRT_8uAphc_LDZpUwlgRDRroUiRFonSC0UHU4M15OrdcYV5c/s400/DSC_0423.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fquoJQ0dPxqsuB2oKYOT7mMqD5HamWp4LQVRGa_nOP0SM_g0ORiRJAwF8MocqsKp8Cvtugui5P_XBtqLQFwp_ZdCIbc3ZgBk81eZZNFofd6luLf_QQNLzMxjtczW9Z1KlxJJ_lSO4B8/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696861944395813362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fquoJQ0dPxqsuB2oKYOT7mMqD5HamWp4LQVRGa_nOP0SM_g0ORiRJAwF8MocqsKp8Cvtugui5P_XBtqLQFwp_ZdCIbc3ZgBk81eZZNFofd6luLf_QQNLzMxjtczW9Z1KlxJJ_lSO4B8/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />no comment<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_tWvFGRjPPoo3rdI3UAIEReKTLWHyp6gQg0_tDcMU5Pp5KljaNUrmcsr3er9W8_vWRGYMQUwgOFHQTbhFbXZy82gmzws8YQkIslGeXXrMU9PXrdtkoADs8-sSU9BbFo712WHGhRSd74/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696861843132193858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_tWvFGRjPPoo3rdI3UAIEReKTLWHyp6gQg0_tDcMU5Pp5KljaNUrmcsr3er9W8_vWRGYMQUwgOFHQTbhFbXZy82gmzws8YQkIslGeXXrMU9PXrdtkoADs8-sSU9BbFo712WHGhRSd74/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" /></a><br />impodobeste regina bradul<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdc3vM9E0cQ-Sb_ry0_HORcT1JAQqyzEmZmPcsA_8TMxavPKz4mOhNZ_O87BqAfh0O3P-aJMxtQqmhivt7YKICYfWhNABHKaVDoO6Ov4MiTZD82nEvCI95PqENMp-y0Zo5HMt-UIzxMJc/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696861757400742162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdc3vM9E0cQ-Sb_ry0_HORcT1JAQqyzEmZmPcsA_8TMxavPKz4mOhNZ_O87BqAfh0O3P-aJMxtQqmhivt7YKICYfWhNABHKaVDoO6Ov4MiTZD82nEvCI95PqENMp-y0Zo5HMt-UIzxMJc/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />in metrou<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7dizgcCiVQwDFXXFRPApBMQnD6bUmyqtl591KWVsl_QeK4_eF8achSjGyBv2_1gD1K8F20aG9ZD9l8YHRGFngWPt1Dcyasl_RGtq_t2_Zk7WiDiISyI2ZKTdtkxVDHAqBBnPBsiGbuk/s1600/DSC_0320.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696861624857353554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7dizgcCiVQwDFXXFRPApBMQnD6bUmyqtl591KWVsl_QeK4_eF8achSjGyBv2_1gD1K8F20aG9ZD9l8YHRGFngWPt1Dcyasl_RGtq_t2_Zk7WiDiISyI2ZKTdtkxVDHAqBBnPBsiGbuk/s400/DSC_0320.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />in trafalgar square<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qtJ9xHym3khvn6F-4SrenXWTYAY2PTYn7Pn0xN1_O_Vu4ZqgnaHzV1-4xaGDUp9YXwoUXfIb6Tf417RNvx_DJUcrNeqn2Jucl_Q-SdXFKx5hT1whOqxucpeOz_2JHdkWViL23PkNVhY/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696861520929614514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qtJ9xHym3khvn6F-4SrenXWTYAY2PTYn7Pn0xN1_O_Vu4ZqgnaHzV1-4xaGDUp9YXwoUXfIb6Tf417RNvx_DJUcrNeqn2Jucl_Q-SdXFKx5hT1whOqxucpeOz_2JHdkWViL23PkNVhY/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in magazinul de cadouri de la Buckingham<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-39679468062109898472012-01-12T13:18:00.000-08:002012-01-12T13:31:25.930-08:00Londra 26 decembrie 2011-4 ianuarie 2012 (prima parte)<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEkxojqdGCNxIoPubFsXZWmVg88Y_3BBlDGLd0JziE2yKRXayOKonphMYN4NOsurEzJBIVp2A_xTUWNbM85chiSofpeRdwh-WBd7McajOF06z2l7WBNRiWPEw8Kvo3lIItS8q_OTt3gg/s1600/DSC_0397.JPG">1. TRANSPORTUL- mama mea care m-a facut si cu care am fost la Londra!!!!</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2oGaX5LuXE6-UaBbKZRJKI_L3vxrP-3J5rhzpP6Pp8XcOhWcAdVnzdjfjvObBRghyW2kyFhS6rQUSwSZiAU78cgKxMe-h3ZbFi78f2ANsl45Gv8HWYr1Awvk0emP7FDBdrmsVL47CdQ/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696859443876874114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2oGaX5LuXE6-UaBbKZRJKI_L3vxrP-3J5rhzpP6Pp8XcOhWcAdVnzdjfjvObBRghyW2kyFhS6rQUSwSZiAU78cgKxMe-h3ZbFi78f2ANsl45Gv8HWYr1Awvk0emP7FDBdrmsVL47CdQ/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Intarzierile au inceput din Baneasa, dar despre aeroportul din Baneasa(daca se poate numi asa), numai de bine... Deci ajungem intr-un final la mirobolantul aeroport(si pe langa al nostru chiar este) Lutton. Data trecuta am luat trenul pentru a aunge in Londra, acum am vazut ca ghiseul de bilete pentru trenuri era inchis. O fi la baie don`soara am zis eu, hai sa bem o cafea ca poa se intoarce. Nu s-a intors. Si uite asa am ajuns sa cumparam bilete pentru autobus, care au costat 22 de lire dus-intors. Am facut o ora si 20 minute pana in statia Victoria. De aici teoretic trebuia sa luam metroul si sa mai parcurgem in cel mult 10 minute 3 statii pana la Earl`s Court unde ne era hotelul. Teoretic, caci practic era greva la metrou.Ni s-a recomandat sa luam un autobuz. Ok zic, cat poate sa dureze? Mergem in statie, in sensul corect al mersului(adicatelea invers) si ma uit pe programul de mers: 38 de minute pana la Earl`s Court. Lesin. Cand imi revin, ma mai uit o data: tot 38 de minute faceam. Sa mai mentionez ca toata lumea cu bagaje de la Victoria a urcat cu noi un autobuz? A fost mirific. In fine, ajungem la hotel, ne place hotelul, si decidem viteeste sa pornim la un plimbat. Am zis sa mergem pana la Harrods si sa vizitam intreaga strada poate gasim un restaurant pe gustul nostru sa campam. Pana la Harrods cu autobuzul faceam cam 20 de minute. Alte obiective au iesit automat din calcul, suntem curajoase, nu nebune, fiind pranzul am fi vrut totusi sa fim in camera inainte de 10 noaptea. In statie, ce sa vezi zeci de oameni care asteptau exact acelasi mijloc de transport. Am avut ceva noroc si am urcat. Dupa ceva statii, domnu sofer nu a mai binevoit sa opreasca in statii, intru-cat a considerat ca masina era prea plina. Sa explic putin sistemul si gandirea soferului de pe autobuzul londonez. Deci, este doua usi la autobuzul ala suspendat: aia din fata e de urcat si prezentat cardul oyster cu care mergi toata ziua sau toata saptamana si care se poate oricand incarca si a doua usa e doar pentru iesire.Chiar ne intrebam, vazand multimile din statiile unde nu se oprea deloc, ce calm englezesc au unii. Uite dimnule ce inseamna eleganta si bunul simt, nimeni nu comenteaza, daca asa se face, toata lumea respecta, nu ca la noi. Asta ne ziceam noi in gand, pana cand calmul englezesc a rabufnit. Intr-o statie soferul nu a descis decat usa din spate pentru ca unii pasageri sa coboare. 4 persoane mai grabite, au urcat in autobuz. Ca un fulger a iesit soferul si cu un ton foarte aspru a spus ca a vazut(ca are si oglinda in cabina lui tocmai pentru aceste situatii) cum au urcat 4 persoane si sa coboare imediat. Au coborat nu inainte de a-i adresa mamei soferului toate cele bune. Sigur ca autobuzul nu era aglomerat, nu era nici macar la jumatatea capacitatii plin, dar asa este regula la ei. Noi romanii avem alta dimensiune a spatiului: daca persoana de langa tine inca mai are cutia toracica intreaga, mai este loc.Si apoi daca se merge cu usile deschise cu oameni atarnati de bara, ce conteaza, trebuie sa ajungi unde vrei sa ajungi nu? In fine drumul dus catre Harrods a fost distractiv, dar cel mai mult am ras la cel de intors, caci nu a vrut sa opreasca nici un autobuz. De data asta nu eram decat doua persoane in statie si cu toate astea, treceau cu o viteza prin statie... Si am mers o statie pe jos. Apoi inca una. Si inca una...pana am dat de hotel. Nici acum nu-mi vine sa cred ca am nimerit hotelul, fara harta, fara sa intrebam pe nimeni, doar mergand pe jos mai mult de o ora si urand crestineste sarbatori fericite celor care nu au oprit. Nu faptul ca am mers o ora ne-a deranat, ci ca acea ora venea dupa ore si ore de stat in picioare de la 5 dimineata mai intai in Baneasa, apoi prin autobuze si prin magazine. A doua zi metroul si-a revenit aproape la normal. Mai erau cateva linii care nu functionau dar oricum, a fost mai bine.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2.ANUL NOU- vorba Mariei Tanase: valeleu, valeleu!</div><br /><br /><div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696859349065393122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEkxojqdGCNxIoPubFsXZWmVg88Y_3BBlDGLd0JziE2yKRXayOKonphMYN4NOsurEzJBIVp2A_xTUWNbM85chiSofpeRdwh-WBd7McajOF06z2l7WBNRiWPEw8Kvo3lIItS8q_OTt3gg/s400/DSC_0397.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Noi am avut intentii foarte bune, admirabile as putea spune: hai sa vedem artificiile din noaptea de anul nou din ochiul Londrei. Si primul meu revelion pe strada. O idee excelenta am crezut eu.Acuma nu mai cred. Am plecat de la hotel, din pacate, pe la orele 22.00, cu metroul. In acest miloc minunat de transport, erau unele tinere care deja incepusera petrecerea. Am presupus asta dupa lipsa de echilibru pe care corpul lor o afisau. Sigur ca si metroul mergea foarte repede, dar cred totusi ca nici ele nu mai stiau numarul de pahare consumate. Si asta m-a mirat putin, dar si mai mult m-au mirat costumatiile unor fete, londoneze banuiesc, in noaptea de anul nou. Lungimea fustelor putea fi confundata usor cu o curea. Daca nu stiam in ce luna sunt si in ce zi, uitandu-ma la ele as fi putut jura ca suntem in plina vara: purtau cate o camasa subtire si poate un sacou.In mod sigur functiona caldura interioara provocata de la alcool, ca altfel nu imi explic. Cand am iesit din statia de metrou, unde deja era foarte aglomerat, am dat peste o alta multime de oameni care abia abia inainta. Lumea era directionata de catre politie spre un bulevard mai mare spre spatiile special amenajate si marcate pentru vederea optima a artificiilor. Am mers vreo 15 minute cu pasul melcului, dupa care inca vreo 15 minute pasul gandacului, pana am putut putin respira si merge cat de cat normal. Sigur ca nu stiam nici in ce zona suntem, nici unde ne indreptam. Doar urmaream multimile de oameni. Oameni care erau cel putin beti si care de fiecare data cand elicopterul BBC-ului trecerea deasupra lor, incepeau sa raga si sa tipe cat ii tineau plamanii. Si ii tineau bine. Banuiesc ca tipau de bucurie ca au ajuns in 2012, ca alta explicatie nu am. Eu nu am mai auzit asa ceva in viata mea. Cred totusi ca atata calm englezesc trebuie din cand in cand sa mai explodeze. Ragetele animalice(ca asta au fost) au continuat pana la ora 12. In fine, dupa mai mult de o ora de mers, am reusit sa intram pe o strada care ducea catre Tamisa si sa intrezarim si noi ochiul Londrei. Era cam departe, dar il vedeam. Cat am asteptat marele moment, am putut "admira" cum se poate bea jumatate de litru de Jack Daniels in cateva minute, felul in care toata eleganta englezeasca s-a dus pe apa Tamisei, oameni de toate natiile care racneau fara a spune nimic(as fi inteles cat de cat daca ar fi scandat ceva, dar nu), mirosul extrem de puternic de bere englezeasca(urat mirositoare), indieni pe sus, pe jos, peste tot. Si se aude in boxe cum incepe sa se numere de la 30. Uau, acuma e momentul. Si 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy new Year! Si au inceput artificiile. Nefiind prea inalta, nu am putut vedea nimic, dar am filmat si vedeam prin camera. A fost extraordinar...2 minute. Dupa care, datorita fumului produs de tunurile artificiilor, nu s-a mai vazut nimic. Si in sfarsit s-a facut liniste in jur, intru-cat nimeni nu mai vedea nimic si nu mai avea de ce sa tipe.Totusi m-a impresionat un singur lucru in acea noapte si a fost intr-adevar magic. Dupa ce s-au terminat toate artificiile, toata multimea a inceput sa cante "Auld laud syne", un cantec specific acestei zile, un cantec care mi-a provocat o stare emotionala puternica si sentimente de unire si pace. Dupa care a venit potopul. Deja anuntasera sa fim atenti, caci toata lumea vrea sa ajunga acasa si deci metrourile vor fi asaltate. Asa a fost. Deci iar pasul melcului, iar impinsaturi, iar indieni. Eu nu am mai experimentat asa ceva niciodata si voi avea grija de acum inainte nici sa nu se mai intample. Iar am mers trei sferturi de ora pentru a ajunge cunduse de multime la prima statie de metrou care nici nu se vedea de oameni. Pe o raza de 20 de metri in fata intrarii, era o masa compacta de oameni care asteptau sa intre. Nu stiu cat au asteptat, ca nimic nu se misca, iar in interior banuiesc ca nu se putea respira. In fine, dupa o ora de mers pe jos, am gasit o statie de metrou care era accesibila oamenilor normali care nu se imping si am ajuns acasa pentru a vedea intregul foc de artificii de la BBC.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>3.SCHIMBAREA GARZII este de doua feluri: una la Buckingham Palace si una calare la WhiteHall.</div><br /><br /><div>Sa incepem cu Buckingham Palace care nu avea nici o decoratie care sa indice faptul ca tocmai fusese craciunul, in afara de un simplu brad plin de luminite. Am hotarat sa mergem intr-o zi sa revedem schimbarea garzii.Zic sa revedem, pentru ca noi am mai fost o data la Londra si am intrezarit schimbarea garzii printre oamenii lipiti de gard. Dar am uitat ca nu este in fiecare zi. Si ne-am dus intr-o frumoasa zi de miercuri. Era destul de multa lume care astepta deja. Chiar m-am mirat ca am gasit un loc in fata palatului si ca voi putea filma intreaga operatiune. Si asteptam.Si mai asteptam putin. Si inca putin. Pana ne-am amintit ca schimbarea garzii nu are loc in fiecare zi, ci numai in anumite zile. Of, alzheimerul asta. Am revenit a doua zi, cand abia mai puteam vedea palatul de oameni. Asa da, azi e schimbarea garzii.De data asta nu am putut vedea nimic si am decis sa mergem pe jos catre Trafalgar square pentru a reface marsul oamenilor din ziua nuntii regale(de fapt ei au venit pe jos de la Westminster).</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTS9x1eHdROqFmOx371Y5qG4oGKkDLuGCwemKyJVtqglllfEOHcAOtt3_QexJyvdAA0kP69I9lja4so7WHqksup3IDMbhYeBcl77wbTQWj8sLKwiPCStBrQDkIJP4x6IeYskkXfiVVIU/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696859145913064626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTS9x1eHdROqFmOx371Y5qG4oGKkDLuGCwemKyJVtqglllfEOHcAOtt3_QexJyvdAA0kP69I9lja4so7WHqksup3IDMbhYeBcl77wbTQWj8sLKwiPCStBrQDkIJP4x6IeYskkXfiVVIU/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />singura decoratie de sarbatori la Buckingham palace<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhe553XfWs59OKaEU8HjUvUuKbsDMhHsCdHFflFAhx_WRQCoVth1d2pbkMvL_d9MRYsun5Enpiag6vAw8dshEv9G9nDz3-g9kwcaL_Cq2XAdMzHXleRHsO90DAD07oyBUQuScHyLClY0A/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696859065755796018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhe553XfWs59OKaEU8HjUvUuKbsDMhHsCdHFflFAhx_WRQCoVth1d2pbkMvL_d9MRYsun5Enpiag6vAw8dshEv9G9nDz3-g9kwcaL_Cq2XAdMzHXleRHsO90DAD07oyBUQuScHyLClY0A/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />aici inca mai credeam ca vom vedea schimbarea garzii<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3rYG8YO1s7ugt0HAc2n531_VRgRjgo2-zdWlP64nIznsE7-Jsp-nryDNjDolJEhevG-JOMFVWlW2MfPGqkYxEr6Fmcktf2UtnrCcgsw7BNe1nX1WKHWGEw5sMNLinvoTO87M1gH6rZw/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858997525536050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3rYG8YO1s7ugt0HAc2n531_VRgRjgo2-zdWlP64nIznsE7-Jsp-nryDNjDolJEhevG-JOMFVWlW2MfPGqkYxEr6Fmcktf2UtnrCcgsw7BNe1nX1WKHWGEw5sMNLinvoTO87M1gH6rZw/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />poza facuta de la mare mare distanta<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7-7NUXvzITb1LT6NziIdVkZ6kV-U21o5IfZ6jv0ihSU75YPX6Sk-aEvvbQWmrRKY-qpvnizxCz2sHSfb5TULVtxNvNLtCUgV9n9w4rwLvwpVm4-Td3nl4aBkyv4gnWmUxJc0y3TA1N0/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858899156334146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7-7NUXvzITb1LT6NziIdVkZ6kV-U21o5IfZ6jv0ihSU75YPX6Sk-aEvvbQWmrRKY-qpvnizxCz2sHSfb5TULVtxNvNLtCUgV9n9w4rwLvwpVm4-Td3nl4aBkyv4gnWmUxJc0y3TA1N0/s400/DSC_0279.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7KUi8qcoRMx4YZAbDjw00h9pTv9WXoDkVYBaBynNBykhmQTQgvM704Jl0rig6Y6vQw6V3IgmBGXGqqn1dAwSt8nB7-N2tgS1alDE4tUAGbUV3vsl0ujx1k4F9wENPWWIu2dfVc5EZLg/s1600/DSC_0289.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858800504446962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7KUi8qcoRMx4YZAbDjw00h9pTv9WXoDkVYBaBynNBykhmQTQgvM704Jl0rig6Y6vQw6V3IgmBGXGqqn1dAwSt8nB7-N2tgS1alDE4tUAGbUV3vsl0ujx1k4F9wENPWWIu2dfVc5EZLg/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />schimbarea garzii la Buckingham<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK08mzgiTcstWQ8zC5TBQTrpaFOF9JRhueDVRX6EJTlRbe5lCtkCtAWRSiY2eHpGrouaUyUkPB4W2ir3y3GD96qgZ82sil-F_OFLVLdJ2iZtw7OWLC9WFTDWx7HSNNtpbxw4oZoFbLlRE/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858680538008674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK08mzgiTcstWQ8zC5TBQTrpaFOF9JRhueDVRX6EJTlRbe5lCtkCtAWRSiY2eHpGrouaUyUkPB4W2ir3y3GD96qgZ82sil-F_OFLVLdJ2iZtw7OWLC9WFTDWx7HSNNtpbxw4oZoFbLlRE/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNhGEWP5nD5Q97dg039T9tHM7J2LXPTDM-yUixHHV00ONATj3ZFakIz5qcrf6gP9-F2v4j8Dj-ydiogIqXBFCjHmh2-W4TLNJjBDTkDzwdFnxPZ_FOhXonoLyBopLPLw2HdT62XTRUU0/s1600/DSC_0513.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858601335641058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNhGEWP5nD5Q97dg039T9tHM7J2LXPTDM-yUixHHV00ONATj3ZFakIz5qcrf6gP9-F2v4j8Dj-ydiogIqXBFCjHmh2-W4TLNJjBDTkDzwdFnxPZ_FOhXonoLyBopLPLw2HdT62XTRUU0/s400/DSC_0513.JPG" /></a><br />Sa continuam cu schimbarea garzii calare de pe strada WhiteHall. De la Trafalgar square porneste strada whitehall care duce direct catre Big Ben si Westminster. Aici, la muzeul cavaleriei, are loc in fiecare zi(in fara de duminica) schimbarea garzii calare. Este un spectacol interesant, in special daca admiri aceste animale nobile, caii. Dar acestia nu sunt cai normali, sunt cai regali, sunt superbi, mareti, dincolo de cuvinte. Te poti poza cu calul gardianului(cu gardianul nu ca sta calare si e inabordabil), dar esti avertizat printr-un anunt sa fii atent "caii pot musca sau lovi cu copita". Nu este la fel de spectaculoasa schimbarea garzii ca si cea de la Buckinham, dar merita vazuta. Cea de la buckingham, pe langa defilarea initiala a garzii calare, mai contine si un mic concert de catre fanfara regala si dureaza mult mai mult.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgwr8HK9UtUt_wCBunjvnQmXXF6q6dr4UQXrwVUu__JJKwv9Izv3Efj9CVS45OX2Lu1HjljTpt_ck64fFW5fLXlbsM84mqxBtzD6uKfkxy-bwmOupCMGG92Sp7niDDH1XZmGaSxSHuYs/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858523996162018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgwr8HK9UtUt_wCBunjvnQmXXF6q6dr4UQXrwVUu__JJKwv9Izv3Efj9CVS45OX2Lu1HjljTpt_ck64fFW5fLXlbsM84mqxBtzD6uKfkxy-bwmOupCMGG92Sp7niDDH1XZmGaSxSHuYs/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOHBfco_ZQEqNWVK5gzhKpscgpiX84y3eukjqEmLqLCZplysB5JB-V7NbUh6aiWwq_IewA9LOazxusxEy5eoyjTb_yaYtxUoo_BmS_KiB2OpjLlRmnd2IsRPp4xa_ue01uxMHFp15bHM/s1600/DSC_0516.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858452831076018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOHBfco_ZQEqNWVK5gzhKpscgpiX84y3eukjqEmLqLCZplysB5JB-V7NbUh6aiWwq_IewA9LOazxusxEy5eoyjTb_yaYtxUoo_BmS_KiB2OpjLlRmnd2IsRPp4xa_ue01uxMHFp15bHM/s400/DSC_0516.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgflE_TOUgd4SVy07boHnupTIGahBgaWZNqdGDwJ4Iizh8GgVKX5VQP5sidZMBxIpmJt25_GIEb6ZQyYokb8rh7rC5HXIQ0szeQII3gsKR-WdfzqABCBr2Luqb79TSRMGed_lEfXYLxM/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858366414586802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgflE_TOUgd4SVy07boHnupTIGahBgaWZNqdGDwJ4Iizh8GgVKX5VQP5sidZMBxIpmJt25_GIEb6ZQyYokb8rh7rC5HXIQ0szeQII3gsKR-WdfzqABCBr2Luqb79TSRMGed_lEfXYLxM/s400/DSC_0537.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnqFhlcFKgub9tDcrUbYp9DxdvY_eO3iloN-3I5-vAL1MLFxoMZp1x07EgOx5F12W1FQYNUx_V1xiCn_CqS_4auTTEjb6oqZFnbWvWzwYfrHR6uSeCm3ai0fv4TKjMvPyz4Ihzzk1d4E/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696858291773378098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnqFhlcFKgub9tDcrUbYp9DxdvY_eO3iloN-3I5-vAL1MLFxoMZp1x07EgOx5F12W1FQYNUx_V1xiCn_CqS_4auTTEjb6oqZFnbWvWzwYfrHR6uSeCm3ai0fv4TKjMvPyz4Ihzzk1d4E/s400/DSC_0528.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-72693918982492388252012-01-12T12:48:00.000-08:002012-01-12T13:18:54.768-08:00Londra 26 decembrie 2011-4 ianuarie 2012 (a doua parte)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-8K4scCPa2XZEOoqiIB0Eg69mTkLfQbSGQcXzT15Gq3xaqqxEWcgf-aPu3lttTiecq0O9ju1WbkvQypYz0euuIZGwOIdETc0oVCfxZdRVh0HCi-upqptas-XzLepxSRC-Glnfoi4Oc0/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG">4.Mancare-mamma mia </a><br />Londra este capitala mancarii, aici gaesti toate bucatariile lumii, la un pret rezonabil. Noua ne place sa experimentam foarte mult in acest domeniu. Asa am facut si data trecuta la londra, dar de data asta experientele culinare au intrecut orice masura a bunului simt. Am intrat in urmatoarele restaurante: wahaca cu specific mexican, the real greek cu specific grecesc, unul corean, altul chinezesc, busaba cu specific thailandez(de doua ori), si maroush cu specific libanez. Sa incep cu inceputul, cu prima zi, cand datorita intarzierilor am fost nevoite sa luam pranzul la o ora tarzie pentru noi, cand deja eram cu stomacul lipit de spate. Am descoperit acest fermecator restaurant libanez, in apropiere de harrods. La prima impresie, datorita locatiei, am crezut ca preturile vor fi pe masura, dar nu a fost asa. Pe masa ne asteptau un bol plin de masline si un castron mare plin de legume:o rosie, un adrei gras, o salata chinezeasca, un castravete, un ardei iute, o ceapa verde si o lamaie. Toate astea din partea casei. Uau. Ne-am comandat o paine cu halumi si un picior de miel cu orez aromat. Painea/lipia avea un gust divin de gratar, uscata pe o parte si unsa cu ulei pe cealalta, iar halumi....nu am cuvinte; o combinatie extraordinara. Cand mi s-a adus platoul cu piciorul de miel era sa cad de pe scaun. De acolo puteau manca lejer doi oameni flamanzi. Si noi eram flamande dar totusi. Cantitatea era impresionanta iar gustul foarte bun. Cam dulce pentru mine, dar cu putin piper am rezolvat si aceasta mica problema. Si a mai fost una pe care am evitat-o cat am putut: arabii in general pun in mancare seminte de pin. Mie nu imi plac alunele de orice fel in mancare. Iar combinatia de seminte de pin cu orez era putin prea mult pentru mine, gustul era prea aromat, prea spre dulce. La final, ca si cum nu era de ajuns, ospatarul vine si ne aseaza pe masa o portie mare de fructe:o banana, struguri, kiwi, mere, etc. Tot din partea casei? Da. Uau.Eu una nu am mai intalnit un asa restaurant.Evident ca doar le-am admirat. Pentru ca ne-a placut atat de mult acest restaurant, l-am mai vizitat inca o data, in ultima zi in capitala angliei. De datat asta ne-am comandat houmus, o pasta de naut facuta ca la mama ei si kafta cu iaurt(adica un fel de mici). Si de data asta cand mi s-a prezentat felul de mancare ma- luat cu transpiratii. Era un bol destul de marisor, plin de iaurt rece cu bucati de kafta fierbinti si paine libaneza prajita, plus cateva boabe fierte de naut. Din pacate limbajul uman nu imi permite sa exprim gustul acestui fel de mancare. Era ceva dincolo de aceasta lume. Iar la desert nu au mai aparut fructele, in schimb ni s-au adus pe o farfurie cateva delicatese libaneze, printre care am recunoscut si baclavaua.Pe care le-am luat la pachet desigur.<br /><br /><br />aceasta este portia de fructe de la desert din partea casei(cine o putea manca)<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853635800864322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-8K4scCPa2XZEOoqiIB0Eg69mTkLfQbSGQcXzT15Gq3xaqqxEWcgf-aPu3lttTiecq0O9ju1WbkvQypYz0euuIZGwOIdETc0oVCfxZdRVh0HCi-upqptas-XzLepxSRC-Glnfoi4Oc0/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqt-qnMBpDLh3B8J6cD1f4tIA0NzgpfCy-HKuADA_Bbn5TmEiq8ORjxxM50bdId_aV-DB-JNEamQpMfuHm6Xs0STe9wG1mQ1hF3Wm9F9MRmENaFbwrsc0f-cMaTfkbfQqdATreNFExZzg/s1600/DSC_0570.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853567368434818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqt-qnMBpDLh3B8J6cD1f4tIA0NzgpfCy-HKuADA_Bbn5TmEiq8ORjxxM50bdId_aV-DB-JNEamQpMfuHm6Xs0STe9wG1mQ1hF3Wm9F9MRmENaFbwrsc0f-cMaTfkbfQqdATreNFExZzg/s400/DSC_0570.JPG" /></a><br />minunatul miel in iaurt cu bucati de lipie libaneza praita si naut<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4CwYIlnq3N4-XAgN4cIWR4K76LPBZsF1Juj5qHLTTGrDtNMdRyyDS0EaP1qbbnNQvSGRrLldx4tQDkxMf_5qwFwfWhvvec_19MXNqPvLbGdnRGnuaaucQ0TOXtiYKU0-VIaUX_SWlc4/s1600/DSC_0569.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853467181768898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4CwYIlnq3N4-XAgN4cIWR4K76LPBZsF1Juj5qHLTTGrDtNMdRyyDS0EaP1qbbnNQvSGRrLldx4tQDkxMf_5qwFwfWhvvec_19MXNqPvLbGdnRGnuaaucQ0TOXtiYKU0-VIaUX_SWlc4/s400/DSC_0569.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />acesta este platoul de legume care te intampina la intrarea in restaurant si din care iti puteai face o "mica" salata pana la venirea comenzii<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_6iXBwYRA3fDQzxAbWkfHKX4zgwhrTQXL_MVDCxxVST2MjXEAlyu7rIuyUaWr81rKlKpnAY2NNQBo7Vfj1LUymHJR3nLGxeyhEleU5cxRL_CLde6fqeuS_1-u3-LcdKoKtPMCvxCJE8/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853311112859778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_6iXBwYRA3fDQzxAbWkfHKX4zgwhrTQXL_MVDCxxVST2MjXEAlyu7rIuyUaWr81rKlKpnAY2NNQBo7Vfj1LUymHJR3nLGxeyhEleU5cxRL_CLde6fqeuS_1-u3-LcdKoKtPMCvxCJE8/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" /></a><br /><br />haloumi pe paine la gratar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvys1RcQDcEqPcYEHRW3lX1q98zTyrcmUv2ofzB3ntt0FZ3c3b1hVKtD0lVf9TqgzZdRQ_yRfNn6rJHRyiF0g1f3ZxNT9CllPNZmfe-9iSEQrwkJS-jYyl4JK9tgMEgGjy6HZ1oSGsQQ/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853238023282162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvys1RcQDcEqPcYEHRW3lX1q98zTyrcmUv2ofzB3ntt0FZ3c3b1hVKtD0lVf9TqgzZdRQ_yRfNn6rJHRyiF0g1f3ZxNT9CllPNZmfe-9iSEQrwkJS-jYyl4JK9tgMEgGjy6HZ1oSGsQQ/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />piciorul de miel cu orez si seminte de pin(pentru 2 sau 3 persoane)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>In a doua zi am cautat cu incapatanare un restaurant corean pentru a manca deliciosul lor kimchi, un fel de varza murata dar mult mult mai buna. Ei pun aceasta varza chinezeasca la murat impreuna cu mult usturoi, ardei iute si pasta de creveti si o lasa sa fermenteze luni intregi. Si se serveste la orice. Si aici am comandat o supa cu ou si carne de vita. Oul din supa nu prea a facut senzatie printre spectatori, dar carnea de vita adusa pe tava incinsa si ceapa caramelizata au fost vedetele.</p><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEmDrXwxKg41E8pQkBLgLAQtqvkq3WFBgk1IUhN5qZ9AYyrntBTW1GVgdNrZoudizJJqKjpTL2NzTHv6Qx4lVceMaqXlJISPOY0aXaLDc-9jGyFT8F3vjiMaj_eK7w4p5VVMlzjk18bg/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853110882189874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEmDrXwxKg41E8pQkBLgLAQtqvkq3WFBgk1IUhN5qZ9AYyrntBTW1GVgdNrZoudizJJqKjpTL2NzTHv6Qx4lVceMaqXlJISPOY0aXaLDc-9jGyFT8F3vjiMaj_eK7w4p5VVMlzjk18bg/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br />supa coreana cu ou si tofu alaturi de orez<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFk2BjSHFsnCHN4gVigwFfA51oK4fHVsfsZTGpi2icGUBqWvKMZSA8GqJupwPLX7DHimR07T5ngLryzYuH7WbS1SJ4npJC2OHG_fd6QLdPAN7zCa2hF8p9ayP-Q8v4A5ZkwhWpz6f3Mg/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853049297744066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFk2BjSHFsnCHN4gVigwFfA51oK4fHVsfsZTGpi2icGUBqWvKMZSA8GqJupwPLX7DHimR07T5ngLryzYuH7WbS1SJ4npJC2OHG_fd6QLdPAN7zCa2hF8p9ayP-Q8v4A5ZkwhWpz6f3Mg/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />celebrul si divinul kimchi<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kpTuaP29BOB22w_JcbW0JOTJ7PaU9fXShiWyipiwv1adJG2RNbT_wROPRfqmnu2RQmFcMzv46cEMcAOK8FDIXYIVJNTK3lrboGng7Ts-Xd_cZ-UVHR9dVD0z_BatqgJF9vUaD35elo4/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852972870991842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kpTuaP29BOB22w_JcbW0JOTJ7PaU9fXShiWyipiwv1adJG2RNbT_wROPRfqmnu2RQmFcMzv46cEMcAOK8FDIXYIVJNTK3lrboGng7Ts-Xd_cZ-UVHR9dVD0z_BatqgJF9vUaD35elo4/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWeaAyygZ8YKnNHmk0fp4FQkOU-rePZW8f2CR8vl97VxVtFFe_iE6knxeiqvxFWNGkvA7teb8usoPK0NeMpy8G7y1k0paqbWk87qM-x_MdNaxJH1sK81vMfAR9ygFkK647EbmbaiUdgA/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852892056682402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWeaAyygZ8YKnNHmk0fp4FQkOU-rePZW8f2CR8vl97VxVtFFe_iE6knxeiqvxFWNGkvA7teb8usoPK0NeMpy8G7y1k0paqbWk87qM-x_MdNaxJH1sK81vMfAR9ygFkK647EbmbaiUdgA/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />placa incinsa cu carne si legume<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Unul dintre restaurantele noastre preferate a fost busaba, unde am experimentat mult iubita mancare thailandeza. Si aici am fost de doua ori. Prima data am comandat un jungle curry si creveti cu ceapa si sos. Acest jungle curry continea carne de pui pusa pe gratar cred ca avea un gust neobisnuit, era si putin arsa si putinincredibil de buna. Sosul de la curry insa era iute. Dar nu iute in mod uman ci iute de pe alta planeta. Am descoperit in acel sos cel putin 7 ramuri de piper verde plus alti ardei iuti de toate culorile. N-am mai plans asa de tare de multa vreme. Dar a fost bun. A doua vizita la acest restaurant, in alta parte a londrei, a fost interesanta. Am facut comanda si am asteptat. 10 minute, 20 de minute. Dupa jumatate de ora am intrebat ospatarul: que passa? (adica ce se intampla? ca iar era trecut de 3 si aproape nu mai vedeam de foame) S-a pierdut comanda. Aha, bun.Am mai comandat o data. Intre timp ospatarul(foarte amabil) a venit si ne-a spus ca a vorbit cu managerul restaurantului si ne-a comunicat ca nota de plata va fi redusa cu 50% cu scuzele de rigoare. Ne-am mai revenit putin. Si dupa 10 minute a venit si mancarea: curry verde si calamari. De data asta nu curry nu a mai fost atat de iute. Am plans dar nu foarte mult. Tot aici am baut si un mojito de grepfuit cu menta.Zuberb.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXs9jeRECcfA_Xg7_CfCDO7-NhXaDX4e6PF6oi1eYQBpZtIaPPVg6s5nS3Cf0-9YhwLLOaj0blqnMQ5RlAVxQ9C6-w6R404NMDgv4z04PP_IKm6uodEYQllqwLFgtj18WtQikdjjs7oLQ/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852763215504258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXs9jeRECcfA_Xg7_CfCDO7-NhXaDX4e6PF6oi1eYQBpZtIaPPVg6s5nS3Cf0-9YhwLLOaj0blqnMQ5RlAVxQ9C6-w6R404NMDgv4z04PP_IKm6uodEYQllqwLFgtj18WtQikdjjs7oLQ/s400/DSC_0429.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />orezul prezentat superb<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1VTNP6f4joh4nk5qqLVEJvHSD60ZvNWobu_yKjaBbzkZ4Ln1rTZof9CCQ-1_urWQzSbA1xL2crS_0teYRiX-Jcd0RtnMqInKusbVEDQnwXSSBUXHsJ1QKuD3-EV1NHJMMlFaU48Toz7o/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852686949219906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1VTNP6f4joh4nk5qqLVEJvHSD60ZvNWobu_yKjaBbzkZ4Ln1rTZof9CCQ-1_urWQzSbA1xL2crS_0teYRiX-Jcd0RtnMqInKusbVEDQnwXSSBUXHsJ1QKuD3-EV1NHJMMlFaU48Toz7o/s400/DSC_0430.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />calamari in sos dulce<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_Xzg81Nf36bLts4tohGrYjTX0WRfk3XGavNKR59flmX4d3n5qTY6d_A6A2D4Fl78Gq80VEwdkS7w2RhmWul_jRHg_U9rE3aycbEWkDPr6ejxcismDxKztPEYGnmLuVBXbz4BdSBUuZQ/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852584810317586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_Xzg81Nf36bLts4tohGrYjTX0WRfk3XGavNKR59flmX4d3n5qTY6d_A6A2D4Fl78Gq80VEwdkS7w2RhmWul_jRHg_U9rE3aycbEWkDPr6ejxcismDxKztPEYGnmLuVBXbz4BdSBUuZQ/s400/DSC_0428.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />curry verde cu boabe de fasole verde<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KEPmIS-NmaYj7GN2DwEYJN4W2tdQGh0LFWAMHGVv1B-1fqL6EzD1dh3PoertEjpgCwRWnWu_vho73bHiS6NH7RHXp7-0EjmjTQCRoiojUD9xw43L4xvr6LJMDMeFw79_-2Rrk-uBmtM/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852471326311666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KEPmIS-NmaYj7GN2DwEYJN4W2tdQGh0LFWAMHGVv1B-1fqL6EzD1dh3PoertEjpgCwRWnWu_vho73bHiS6NH7RHXp7-0EjmjTQCRoiojUD9xw43L4xvr6LJMDMeFw79_-2Rrk-uBmtM/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mojito fara alcool cu grepfruit<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBVP_SkP5Rvlqzvhp4N-_S-MlYqyx8PRw2wU-hUeXQTd7BO5svEqx6MxATjv3NofJ2Q_Szx7shxmgd2iPeCxkhIi80_9UcjGaHxM5WgNPE0TLCpgnNu1S-r0TS__fanwHMHccoph2pMo/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852397306082418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBVP_SkP5Rvlqzvhp4N-_S-MlYqyx8PRw2wU-hUeXQTd7BO5svEqx6MxATjv3NofJ2Q_Szx7shxmgd2iPeCxkhIi80_9UcjGaHxM5WgNPE0TLCpgnNu1S-r0TS__fanwHMHccoph2pMo/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />curry cu spanac si creveti<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SEBQcXvri7834alfX0IfauwZQOnx57J_VqnlD61ueVwLRrKOCNxsfb7lY8MnwLgPXiaahyYrTXZoGJOMH7O74z0kCrUCAWBZOhRQfsAEbJq1FwQ5V01yjyvPJ9nKtHtKqhbS6OwOlwc/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852330188387954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SEBQcXvri7834alfX0IfauwZQOnx57J_VqnlD61ueVwLRrKOCNxsfb7lY8MnwLgPXiaahyYrTXZoGJOMH7O74z0kCrUCAWBZOhRQfsAEbJq1FwQ5V01yjyvPJ9nKtHtKqhbS6OwOlwc/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />curry IUUUTEEEEEEEEE cu carne de pui pe gratar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Urmeaza experienta culinara indiana. Aici am comandat un papadum, adica o lipie uscata uriasa care se manca cu 4 sosuri diferite; asta la aperitiv. Apoi am comandat un curry de legume foarte iute si bun si un curry de pui cu gust de tocanita.Cam atat despre indieni.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRh5los1MXdcV3TKI_gXX4xKutJp2-UOX3Lx0FVKiD7Y-Zht4ErgJpYUiVEHsqJc_6jkU6-2O-J3nah0rI-PRRiDsMykpxzoxDUJ7Ln3Eq4dMzZ1I3zFXjRksYnFfn4k3xM9CzIor3Dw/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852138000985394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRh5los1MXdcV3TKI_gXX4xKutJp2-UOX3Lx0FVKiD7Y-Zht4ErgJpYUiVEHsqJc_6jkU6-2O-J3nah0rI-PRRiDsMykpxzoxDUJ7Ln3Eq4dMzZ1I3zFXjRksYnFfn4k3xM9CzIor3Dw/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />papadum cu 4 sosuri<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS-gBCAftIy1pGlbP-TQGovt5Ip155VZ0jSInJaG3aM0bLP0O9_fc5u1Y_6W8tJvHHGDnYba6QgKH6l2dhpMfNP3xj0CA74Pn28jOOplNsaD2GzpeVYQFLJIN2Ke7HnUwbie_4rp-d6w/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852048611181058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS-gBCAftIy1pGlbP-TQGovt5Ip155VZ0jSInJaG3aM0bLP0O9_fc5u1Y_6W8tJvHHGDnYba6QgKH6l2dhpMfNP3xj0CA74Pn28jOOplNsaD2GzpeVYQFLJIN2Ke7HnUwbie_4rp-d6w/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />curry indian<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />La wahaca, restaurantul mexican, ne-a intampinat chelnerul Aluaro(si-a scris numele pe meniul meu). Si am comandat o portie de taco, un buritto si quesadila cu chiorizo si cartofi? Ce cautau cartofii in acea combinatie nu stiu. E singurul fel care nu a avut nici un gust. Burito a fost excelent,dar nici acum nu am inteles de ce se servea cu tortilia cu sos. Iar taco...mirific. Continea pasta de fasole neagra, smantana si probabil sosuri specifice mexicane. Foarte bun.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_Sibh-SZenu_XkaHdpeZ20Ad8qa1QevVHhLD8vVZPOmEmmH9Ei-ou5-Cq0bSmDY8RcKePu79JW5cMMYAE81yo_l_ZOYw_KGXj3qpNYCpHgSsFby7VqywNXVvMafD4FiAt3T1uyw_Kv0/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851912234532514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_Sibh-SZenu_XkaHdpeZ20Ad8qa1QevVHhLD8vVZPOmEmmH9Ei-ou5-Cq0bSmDY8RcKePu79JW5cMMYAE81yo_l_ZOYw_KGXj3qpNYCpHgSsFby7VqywNXVvMafD4FiAt3T1uyw_Kv0/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />taco mexican<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S6lpH2zKgKWvptbDoej7Ow8XGuZ8Kbx7tsXBipSH1_B9Iv-yCg7_fhDtzNfYKFVck4J9geKMNd7QtHkC41H2i0_AVmYM8x1BrM6rO91BjzPbChWSiuIdXzX_4JkUx1QgP5LfaCcIL4Q/s1600/DSC_0380.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851817870723506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S6lpH2zKgKWvptbDoej7Ow8XGuZ8Kbx7tsXBipSH1_B9Iv-yCg7_fhDtzNfYKFVck4J9geKMNd7QtHkC41H2i0_AVmYM8x1BrM6rO91BjzPbChWSiuIdXzX_4JkUx1QgP5LfaCcIL4Q/s400/DSC_0380.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />quesadillas cu chiorizo si cartofi<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoGg8FbkOQMbP5B9F62QcHe8TrYxsic3nlkKmX1QqXQu5OkRCO8dU9UWolKdaPHMrHFEXdl4bguWTBIH51teH_Lf2pftvtkwkmF1jm7R33LgcSeYKI2Cr7ta73P8TQEz9YYzSuOc790Y/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851749489608818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoGg8FbkOQMbP5B9F62QcHe8TrYxsic3nlkKmX1QqXQu5OkRCO8dU9UWolKdaPHMrHFEXdl4bguWTBIH51teH_Lf2pftvtkwkmF1jm7R33LgcSeYKI2Cr7ta73P8TQEz9YYzSuOc790Y/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />mojito<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6jcw7tq73NfW52afwgucUt8X4tJszuKGz7D1GPcsMo5IwlHnqgxFjK1Vw5bsp4fqQodSxadX9V2lYAY6OsP-DY3jhR2FUZRJxXUloeDh7eGHV8InxrbthrGk444kVRRn-2mUWRLErF0/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851678137915794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6jcw7tq73NfW52afwgucUt8X4tJszuKGz7D1GPcsMo5IwlHnqgxFjK1Vw5bsp4fqQodSxadX9V2lYAY6OsP-DY3jhR2FUZRJxXUloeDh7eGHV8InxrbthrGk444kVRRn-2mUWRLErF0/s400/DSC_0383.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN5dRceyYxiepx_AsRYRaOJfCTgpUW5QAxSfnSPEcCvxoXsNtVODMn0i8RBIkYNrGioVcxujVNkhxQbXWpDACqpNEViE_x6Fnk9YW82RzxXLLquC_5FhhGHnk6l6Oe7415WI9UkvO8KLg/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851589263051922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN5dRceyYxiepx_AsRYRaOJfCTgpUW5QAxSfnSPEcCvxoXsNtVODMn0i8RBIkYNrGioVcxujVNkhxQbXWpDACqpNEViE_x6Fnk9YW82RzxXLLquC_5FhhGHnk6l6Oe7415WI9UkvO8KLg/s400/DSC_0381.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />buritto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />La restaurantul chinezesc am experimentat o mancare de creveti delicioasa cu multa ceapa si sos si un bol incins cu carne de vita foarte pufoasa, alaturi de un linistitor ceai de iasomie digestiv.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvgP8Y0hpUH148D4iYJQLEgr96lxzAuFBHeZoDXreRDrafvcRalBwZWus5yE7CXpDKmyzyT9TW0_OYJ4fenk1KqDRvy1Y3L07SI8_meeTBGCPAglESPHJJRmP9y0aIsgasFfpBb7fhoM/s1600/DSC_0369.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851445779763522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvgP8Y0hpUH148D4iYJQLEgr96lxzAuFBHeZoDXreRDrafvcRalBwZWus5yE7CXpDKmyzyT9TW0_OYJ4fenk1KqDRvy1Y3L07SI8_meeTBGCPAglESPHJJRmP9y0aIsgasFfpBb7fhoM/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwS_iggJji_BVxqZuk5YpZcA9C8lmLkb78RX6Q9VuqqTB-L19qJiH92E70hlRnIM0b3VmKVA7Xyvt0XcV1NmWX0i2ZbGzmOMkeBDjyGqCLM5MpBTVfzZw1MiTNeRc5e_-auvCEoiqw40/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851380202573314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwS_iggJji_BVxqZuk5YpZcA9C8lmLkb78RX6Q9VuqqTB-L19qJiH92E70hlRnIM0b3VmKVA7Xyvt0XcV1NmWX0i2ZbGzmOMkeBDjyGqCLM5MpBTVfzZw1MiTNeRc5e_-auvCEoiqw40/s400/DSC_0370.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bolul incins cu carne si legume<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskOXaJb4tye1dqiQE20WdPkNBqZ820FfNfl3YMuLua9QN2KCU9bWCKYrRhmAykp3cRTm_9GWxf4bFgYvKU9m0_kUACbpS-GTjZTP7n84DAoJzOwE-sH0b-0kRG4TXQk5x5ZlVS6GFFKs/s1600/DSC_0371.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851309533403442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskOXaJb4tye1dqiQE20WdPkNBqZ820FfNfl3YMuLua9QN2KCU9bWCKYrRhmAykp3cRTm_9GWxf4bFgYvKU9m0_kUACbpS-GTjZTP7n84DAoJzOwE-sH0b-0kRG4TXQk5x5ZlVS6GFFKs/s400/DSC_0371.JPG" /></a> ceaiul de iasomie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Si acum restaurantul grecesc. Aici am putut experiemnta mai multe feluri de mancare traditionala greceasca, intru-cat majoritatea felurilor erau aperitive si servite intr-un mod unic: farfuriile erau aduse la masa pe verticala intr-un suport special. Minunat fel de a economisi spatiul pe masa. Am comandat: un peste cod sarat(foarte foarte sarat) care era prajit intr-o coca de aluat gen tempura; apoi buraki(nu sunt sigura ca asa se numeste preparatul) niste chiftelute care se servesc cu tzatziki; apoi caracatita cu lamiei si ulei si cireasa de pe tort: un carnat treditional grec cu oregano si alte condimente neidentificabile absolut divin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82S3e_G_6DNUg5Y8pSRjQBkW1Ki6qle93mFcl8-ZCEdkG98WaNcrerm-YlOVi2NQ7V_iA62gsi8SvLPgP_71EQD1JmYpFFwmOyemvHNZle61ABu4esUj2FYC88YdFW3mF3XRI4y4TehI/s1600/DSC_0552.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851150224357346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82S3e_G_6DNUg5Y8pSRjQBkW1Ki6qle93mFcl8-ZCEdkG98WaNcrerm-YlOVi2NQ7V_iA62gsi8SvLPgP_71EQD1JmYpFFwmOyemvHNZle61ABu4esUj2FYC88YdFW3mF3XRI4y4TehI/s400/DSC_0552.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitejcyIt9Bfze3CnpjFwTnhgJmm2grikxPwu8uXFtrif-4zDWuiRkeLhm-zLkX_PmMTQBsj9ltoQsdG-S4-EqCEhHmCr-eG9owOjRBBu3ktNoaL7OO13qq-nxdgVhAnAtqLyxePr28hok/s1600/DSC_0549.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696851072916427746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitejcyIt9Bfze3CnpjFwTnhgJmm2grikxPwu8uXFtrif-4zDWuiRkeLhm-zLkX_PmMTQBsj9ltoQsdG-S4-EqCEhHmCr-eG9owOjRBBu3ktNoaL7OO13qq-nxdgVhAnAtqLyxePr28hok/s400/DSC_0549.JPG" /></a><br />1. buraki<br /><br />2.cod sarat<br /><br />3.carnat grecesc traditional<br /><br />4. caracatita cu lamaie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />5. Shopping- Westfield-reduceri De fiecare data cand mergem in strainatate avem norocul sa prindem reduceri la capitolul shopping, dar ca in aceatsa perioada nu am mai vazut niciodata. Sub 50% sale nu am vazut nici un magazin. Ba da am vazut la Valentino, dar nu e cazul. Asta inseamna ca orice fiinta umana care s-a aflat in londra in aceasta perioada era la shopping. Magazinele aratau ca si cum ar fi fost vandalizate: haine aruncate pe jos, cozi interminabile la cabinele de proba si la casele de plata. Sigur ca datorita acestui fapt nu iti prea gaseai marimea potrivita, culoarea dorita, dar totusi merita sa cauti. Si cum era si normal, am mers sa vizitam cel mai mare mall din europa: westfield stratford city. City adica era ca un oras. Spatiul era mare, aglomeratia si mai mare.Nu mi-a venit sa cred ca desi spatiul de mers intre magazine era cat un bulevard al nostru, noi mergeam cu viteza melcului din nou. Innabusitoare atmosfera.Locuri de odihna ocupate evident.Caldura infernala in interior, frig si vant in exterior mai ales pentru fumatori. Oricum, impresionant. Nu a fost intotdeauna asa, au fost cateva ore, dar oricum te epuizeaza, dar merita. Si nu ai unde sa te duci ca peste tot in londra e asa, ca te duci pe oxford street sau la westfield-ul vechi, tot peste aglomeratie dai. Am fost si la Harrods, asa doar pentru a respira acel aer si pentru a merge cu acele lifturi extrem de elegante. Este a doua oara cand intru in acest luxos magazin si este a doua oara cand mi se face rau. Poate de la acele energii vechi adunate gramada, poate pentru ca desi magazinul este imens, este foarte foarte ingramadit, construit ca un labirint. Noi am trecut in primele zile, adica in a doua zi de craciun prin fata magazinului sa vedem luminitele si decoratiunile de sarbatori. Noroc ca am facut asta, pentru ca pe 3 ianuarie nu mai exista nici urma de luminita, nici de brad si alte decoratii.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4QcyDDFd-RMtMi9PlSYJzsPlN1KNKHgK9rztIIVlwcpF8YAiyvvI00X00bWESK8YcCdc8Lv6xygRvrMAUXg9SOr2z6kqBjjnxdtt9EL8qD_Xr21ycOIiEJMVjtqkKpzqqlOvpYsD70M/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696850923498710194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4QcyDDFd-RMtMi9PlSYJzsPlN1KNKHgK9rztIIVlwcpF8YAiyvvI00X00bWESK8YcCdc8Lv6xygRvrMAUXg9SOr2z6kqBjjnxdtt9EL8qD_Xr21ycOIiEJMVjtqkKpzqqlOvpYsD70M/s400/DSC_0215.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />la westfield stratford<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzGBd6btbKYfgYEJwDjJxmDN6l7-Nakp3SxXbNjMNnWC0wNueLh2CKj3k3ZnmsLlblVU-FLKXxdjjI6OXLJTt9mrzYfGb-0Ya_i8yqVSPiJP9Fp2IyU3rBDQ2Q4y5mqMA4NEYUf4_waU/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696850786454667282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzGBd6btbKYfgYEJwDjJxmDN6l7-Nakp3SxXbNjMNnWC0wNueLh2CKj3k3ZnmsLlblVU-FLKXxdjjI6OXLJTt9mrzYfGb-0Ya_i8yqVSPiJP9Fp2IyU3rBDQ2Q4y5mqMA4NEYUf4_waU/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />in interior la westfield stratford<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZmBtp5X5wcaKQU6-n9-vOi_AmoUs6M2L4HgYaN1Zcrm1unJhVJC_5uwJbYw2wen1DGKjfB0zjpZEsiUgi4zWBGVrtAVOuqla8vYJrT9gkpw_ANTHw7wxHlOEUzUFJEaH30gOdAiecgU/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696850715038612642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZmBtp5X5wcaKQU6-n9-vOi_AmoUs6M2L4HgYaN1Zcrm1unJhVJC_5uwJbYw2wen1DGKjfB0zjpZEsiUgi4zWBGVrtAVOuqla8vYJrT9gkpw_ANTHw7wxHlOEUzUFJEaH30gOdAiecgU/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxo8Llo6xHyY998hZp8pOt6gOwzCC7VY6r7ec7SfUJCc61a05G6uu2SLjGHTGeoVvoHtRnMkGK7dH4Y6P-eqJFpdh7bvl8JIU0zKhSHWRtyK5Yk14pfJMYH-8Ip3z8Kzue3tbSfxRDaAg/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696850620200194258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxo8Llo6xHyY998hZp8pOt6gOwzCC7VY6r7ec7SfUJCc61a05G6uu2SLjGHTGeoVvoHtRnMkGK7dH4Y6P-eqJFpdh7bvl8JIU0zKhSHWRtyK5Yk14pfJMYH-8Ip3z8Kzue3tbSfxRDaAg/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />harrods de sarbatori<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVC_tRIvJ2h6ADBQ9bKETpmSktM8UUOsbhddxTIQ6YpOhxVxHB4PcUuhs4yYq-DIAUAbwGROYhc165yeyw6Ef7nVmM3cqI8H_n7_SqKl9SMF24A8hw6SPCStgwYu-WcNvyRtDehIRLfc/s1600/DSC_0580.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696850476638012578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVC_tRIvJ2h6ADBQ9bKETpmSktM8UUOsbhddxTIQ6YpOhxVxHB4PcUuhs4yYq-DIAUAbwGROYhc165yeyw6Ef7nVmM3cqI8H_n7_SqKl9SMF24A8hw6SPCStgwYu-WcNvyRtDehIRLfc/s400/DSC_0580.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-2033572060288186412011-05-26T06:50:00.001-07:002011-05-26T08:16:07.203-07:00FEILTE IN IRLANDA (bine ati venit in Irlanda) 15-21 mai 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_rC4IwUsa91zRtib00dRKBkgjucH-PkObFfQGCe21QL_8VnSnCZxqOOrasAaH8JyasDbjomshhkIXZxaJ8yRLFOegeIa54GU2upnzisPUq17AyyLS3mjCFfApAMDT2C0MW3nqXwjnVg/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611028281323701250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_rC4IwUsa91zRtib00dRKBkgjucH-PkObFfQGCe21QL_8VnSnCZxqOOrasAaH8JyasDbjomshhkIXZxaJ8yRLFOegeIa54GU2upnzisPUq17AyyLS3mjCFfApAMDT2C0MW3nqXwjnVg/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXZz6k9SlE06caL6WAaYkHPH-cgOxjJRjRF9YT5QH1tQwLqZwDKffrr6LlHuRVenkMet_juvF65j0-8zZvaIvg7znW0WDCJFq1ohd0OP8M6nQMvzMKaaNhpaO4Nz3zOqV6U7BT5ZG8Og/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611028405199371218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXZz6k9SlE06caL6WAaYkHPH-cgOxjJRjRF9YT5QH1tQwLqZwDKffrr6LlHuRVenkMet_juvF65j0-8zZvaIvg7znW0WDCJFq1ohd0OP8M6nQMvzMKaaNhpaO4Nz3zOqV6U7BT5ZG8Og/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Nicaieri nu-i ca acasa. Din pacate asa este. Ca la noi la nimeni. Niciodata nu-mi place sa revin in tara dupa o spatamana de vacanta in strainatate(din oricare tara), dar de data asta impactul a fost mai puternic. Cand imi exprim nemultumirile in privinta acestei tari, mi se tot repeta cat de frumoasa este, ce minunate peisaje avem, ce munti, e pajisti, ce mare, etc. Nu peisajele minunate ma nemultumesc, nici muntii, nici marea. Acestea sunt unice.Partea umana este de nesuportat.Cum intri in avion, cu oricare companie romana, deja simti unde te indrepti. Oamenii nu mai stiu sa spuna ''multumesc'', ''va rog frumos'', iar acest simplu ''ma scuzati'' pare complet strain si neimportant. De ce strainii, din nou nu vorbesc numai de Elvetia care este la un nivel mult superior acestui pamant de civilizatie ci de toate tarile pe care le-am vizitat, isi pot cere scuze doar daca te-au atins usor din mers sau chiar daca nu este vina lor ca tu ti-ai schimbat directia si erau pe acea traiectorie, si romanii nu isi cer scuze nici daca ramai cu ficatul in mana dupa o coleziune nefericita cu o persoana care trebuie neaparat sa fie la coada la carrefour prima. Inca o caracteristica a romanilor pe care nu am inteles-o de cand am venit pe pamant in aceasta tara din pacate: de ce toti trebuie sa urce primii in autobuz, sa fie primii la coada la supermarketuri? De ce trebuie sa am vanatai pe tot corpul doar pentru ca vreau sa merg cu autobuzul? Aici in Belfast a trebuit sa luam un autobuz din centrul orasului pana la gara.Am intrebat care autobuz trebuie luat si am vazut o coada formata din 15 persoane, in sir indian, care statea linistite sa intre in mijlocul de transport, sa-si cumpere pe rand bilete. Nimeni nu se impingea, nimeni nu tipa, nu vocifera, nu se grabea (desi ma gandesc ca si ei vor sa ajunga mai repede acasa, sau la servici, nu?) Apoi am vazut cum asteptau romanii sa intre intr-un autobuz. Eram intr-o autogara la Buzau (cred) si vad o multime de oameni, cu sacose (de rafie desigur), adunati in jurul usei de la autobuz, cum stau oile la stana, claie peste gramada, sa intre primii, desigur. Nu am inteles niciodata acest comportament ovin al romanilor. Mereu am crezut ca e vina mea ca raman ultima sa intru in mijloacele de transport, ca sunt prea timida, dar acum vad ca de faptnu e vina mea ca nu ma imbrancesc sa ajung prima pe cel mai bun loc posibil, e vina celor care nu sunt educati si nu au bunul simt de a respecta persoana de langa ei. Nici nu mai pomenesc de cei din avion care au stat cateva luni prin Italia si deja racnesc cat ii tine "la boca" ca ei doresc un "panini", "si"? Mitocania romaneasca nu se poate compara cu nimic altceva. Din acest motiv anumite persoane se plang ca sunt tratate intr-un anumit fel in strainatate atuncic and isi spun nationalitatea. Daca te comporti civilizat, nimeni nu iti va reprosa nationalitatea, dar daca vei incepe sa arunci cu bani ca manelistii si sa aratii lumii intregi ca tu esti roman si esti cel mai tare din parcare, reactia normala va fi ca oamenii civilizati sa respinga acest comportament animalic. Parerea mea este ca aceasta tara este absolut minunata, cu niste peisaje superbe, cu artisti unici si geniali.Asta este partea buna. Partea foarte, foarte proasta este ca aceasta frumoasa tara este locuita. Si locuitorii nu au nici o baza minima de bun simt si de civilizatie, nu stiu sa isi faca treaba pentru care sunt platiti, nu vor sa fie amabili, se complac in aceasta mocirla de a lua totul in ras si batjocura. Simti ca ajungi in Romania de la controlul pasaportului, cand vezi o fata acra care nu raspunde nici la "buna ziua", nici la "multumesc". Si ai zice ca prin puterea exemplului vor intelege mai usor, dar din anii mei experienta, am observat ca nu. Cu cat esti mai amabil in aceasta tara, au atat mai mult esti luat de prost. Oribila tara, oribili conducatori, oribili locuitori. Este o parere personala. Si da, am incercat sa plec si voi incerca in continuare pana cand voi iesi din acest corp.Voi incerca sa respir si sa continui cu povesti despre Irlanda, tara verde, foarte verde.<br /><br />Sa incep cu partea proasta, transportul si cazarea. La noi, desigur. Deci, greseala noastra a fost ca am ales o cursa low cost, la Blue air, care ateriza la Dublin la ora 12.45 p.m. Trebuie sa precizez ca noi a trebuit sa plecam din vastele apartemente la ora 09.30 a.m., intru-cat traim in frumoasul oras Iasi, care este la 7 ore departare de capitala, cu autobuzul. Nu gasesc cuvinte pentru a descrie calatoria cu autobuzul de la Iasi la Bucuresti, este o experienta pe care nu o doresc nimanui, dar intru-cat data trecuta din cauza taromului am pierdut avionul catre Bilbao, am decis sa luam acum autobuzul, este ucigator(si ca inaintea erei noastre) dar sigur. Dupa ce am ajuns in Baneasa unde am putut admira o frumoasa satra de romi care isi aranjau sacosele de rafie pentru a fi imbarcate spre Londra(ma intreb de bussinesuri aveau acolo), ne-am imbarcat pentru un zbor de nu mai putin de 4 ore catre Irlanda.Ma dureau toate articulatiile dar totusi genunchii au castigat premiul special la durere de nesuportat. Deci am aterizat la ora 12.45p.m. si am luat un autobuz cu 7 euro de peroana pana in centrul orasului. Mi s-a spus sa coboram la "stir", adica pe strada O`connel, unde se afla acest monument. Cand am coborat, am vazut o tzeava pana la cer, cel mai urat monument pe care l-am vazut vreodata. O tzeava de fier infipta in mijlocul strazii. In afara de faptul ca te puteai orienta foarte bine dupa acest "monument", nu i-am gasit alta calitate artisitca. In fine, am inceput sa cautam cazare. Acum era trecut de ora 1 noaptea si doua nebune carand o valiza cautau un hotel decent care sa fie si ieftin daca se poate. Dupa cateva incercari esuate de tot felul de bed&breakfast si o rugaciune la cine trebuie(Adamus pour les connaisseurs), am dat lovitura: am gasit un hotel foarte dragut, mai scump ce-i drept, dar intru-cat in acea noapte am aflat ca in acea saptamana vor fi multimple evenimente in capitala Irlandei, si ca toate jotelurile vor fi ocupate, am ramas acolo. Partea buna a fost ca era curat, relativ aproape de oras, foarte aproape de gara si personalul foarte dragut. Partea foarte proasta a fost ca era foarte, foarte, foarte aproape de gara. Trenurile treceau la un fir de par de camera noastra. Ne-am simtit exact ca in Japonia. De fiecare data cand trecea cate un tren, intreg hotelul incepea sa tremure, iar zgomotul era usor de nesuportat. Si traficul era destul de consistent.<br /><br /><br />LOCURI DE VIZITAT<br /><br />Dublinul este un orasel mic ce se poate face cu piciorul. Noi asa am facut. Nu am dat banii pe transport(in centru nici nu exista mijloc de transport), decat in ziua in care am ales sa mergem la cel mai mare mall din Europa construit acum 2 ani, numit Dundrum.Dar cand am ajuns acolo am vazut ca nu era un simplu mall, era conceput ca un fel de oras al shopping-ului.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2H9i9kNgy2cn2mzZM5YbYCBk-zsDzJxEQn-q6YrlJejrSSUWiTc7aJsMN9z9MSPT-P_2w-kZr-Sa5VoTbp7MXbrsILQcJKwNaEkPYyTWjMb9CW1k-_HBPcxSZPzJvduYvp0IGhWeyDKk/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611027953777066018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2H9i9kNgy2cn2mzZM5YbYCBk-zsDzJxEQn-q6YrlJejrSSUWiTc7aJsMN9z9MSPT-P_2w-kZr-Sa5VoTbp7MXbrsILQcJKwNaEkPYyTWjMb9CW1k-_HBPcxSZPzJvduYvp0IGhWeyDKk/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" /></a><br />Era imens.Dupa ce vizitai magazinele de firma, puteai iesi pentru a te putea orienta catre alte zone ale orasului: erau sageti catre zona cu restaurante, catre cinema-uri, zona de jucarii. Impresionant. Noi pusesem ochii pe un restaurant thailandez, aflat undeva pe o terasa foarte eleganta. Numai ca vizualizarea preturilor ne-a facut sa ne razgandim. Asta e.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEnBr26z5ozecEkZFnIcY5SCnDLs3FMT1eDyNjJWNo-pAdPBlCV2iYQ_ZPPbprWbc3FY7fmteUGbeuMbPwJ4tBRoAihTQqx3eD8XtQE7Ado6AG61__9HEbz_w5q8UD3SHxC7w6QB1kh8Q/s1600/DSC_0284.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611027727805276130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEnBr26z5ozecEkZFnIcY5SCnDLs3FMT1eDyNjJWNo-pAdPBlCV2iYQ_ZPPbprWbc3FY7fmteUGbeuMbPwJ4tBRoAihTQqx3eD8XtQE7Ado6AG61__9HEbz_w5q8UD3SHxC7w6QB1kh8Q/s400/DSC_0284.JPG" /></a><br />Deci se poate vizita castelul Dublin, care este parca construit intre alte cladiri moderne. Pe mine nu m-a prea impresionat.De fapt nu m-a impresionat Irlanda in general, nu stiu de ce, eu am crezut ca voi rezona cu aceasta tara. Este conceputa pe modelul englezesc, dar dupa parerea mea, nu prea seamana. Englezii au o eleganta si un anumit stil inconfundabil, iar orice imitatie nu poate depasi nici egala originalul.<br /><br />Fabrica de bere Guinnes este o alta atractie foarte populara in Dublin, pe care noi am ocolit-o.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJn-mBTDem_imwYWyWISwHHIAiocmhknUK9aAh5CkFcRkhOFGT8aK8XD429eArRra7G7Cw5i-EwKtlHKTcUEybK4yPXXNi5T81j-a4YKwZuP88gRb9od_VeYccfoqb3xfR7I6G94UUR0/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611027400572701954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJn-mBTDem_imwYWyWISwHHIAiocmhknUK9aAh5CkFcRkhOFGT8aK8XD429eArRra7G7Cw5i-EwKtlHKTcUEybK4yPXXNi5T81j-a4YKwZuP88gRb9od_VeYccfoqb3xfR7I6G94UUR0/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" /></a><br />Temple Bar este o zona de pub-uri traditional irlandeze pe care nu trebuie sa o ratezi daca vizitezi aceasta tara. Aici poti ascultat muzica irlandeza traditionala in timp ce savurezi gustul inconfundabil al berei irlandeze.<br /><br />Am vrut sa pasim putin si in Irlanda de nord si am ales sa mergem pe cont propriu si nu cu un tur organizat, la Belfast.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tmfzbfSrkGryNK_CqfXMorpOfH_YO8FYZ5aoyi_ufPIq80IPH6rD7auSAS8zsrZnmm0rCBUuqjsrwnzAngc_wUHlrYzb10-Dar7vF2ZzsIC8205meUJ4CIWR8tZkrnqqqJpdy3QlJ4w/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611026730621604770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tmfzbfSrkGryNK_CqfXMorpOfH_YO8FYZ5aoyi_ufPIq80IPH6rD7auSAS8zsrZnmm0rCBUuqjsrwnzAngc_wUHlrYzb10-Dar7vF2ZzsIC8205meUJ4CIWR8tZkrnqqqJpdy3QlJ4w/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNiaw1ytOWuxZ4UNaeqYg9UbiNq1xmym7NO7jQ9huc1qDSbGM4tCGBjmkz7CRjSkcGEjfSRC4NaxOaLJqQAUccjWzp5l48MMR317_sy58X-JwdiEwoBGiH_YoducohLfjqIXOQs0Wr6o/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611026953524401906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNiaw1ytOWuxZ4UNaeqYg9UbiNq1xmym7NO7jQ9huc1qDSbGM4tCGBjmkz7CRjSkcGEjfSRC4NaxOaLJqQAUccjWzp5l48MMR317_sy58X-JwdiEwoBGiH_YoducohLfjqIXOQs0Wr6o/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Desi doamna de la informatii ne-a spus ca drumul cu trenul dureaza o ora pana la Belfast pentru ca Irlanda este o tara mica, am constatat cu uimire ca dureaza doua ore si 80 de euro dus-intors, doua persoane. La Belfast s-a construit celebrul...Titanic si tot orasul iti aminteste acest lucru foarte important. Un lucru de apreciat a fost faptul ca biletele de tren te ajuta sa ajungi gratis pana in centurl orasului si inapoi la gara. Te puteai duce la port sa vezi expozitia Titanic, cum s-a construit, cine l-a construit si de ce, dar noi am ales desigur sa facem shopping si am fost indreptate catre Victoria Sqare, cel mai mare mall din Belfast. Am observat ca in acest oras toate denumirile strazilor, mall-urilor si a magazinelor si restaurantelor sunt date dupa regina Angliei. In acest mall gigant, in mijloc exista ca un fel de turn modern in care puteai urca cu liftul si cu piciorul si admira frumusetea orasului.Partea proasta era ca acea platfoma se cam misca si ne-a cam dat emotii pana am coborat.Trebuie sa admir punctualitatea irlandeza; daca pe bilet scria ca trenul va pleca la 18.12p.m, atunci pleca.<br /><br />Foarte interesant in aceasta tara am observat ca localnicii sunt extrem de amabili cu turistii.Extrem de amabili. Si in alte tari sunt amabili si daca ii rogi sa-ti faca o poza nu e nici o problema, dar ca aici nu am mai vazut. Aici vin localnicii la tine si se ofera sa-ti faca poze, sa te indrume catre un loc anume, sa te ajute in orice fel. Uau, bravo lor!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XCJuCh4rLLdWryo8NV21H65_0rTm4aFHK0VHUUaUgIVycqMeLmS1l_gVFxy58ni5cEjBRBESGKQJfg5dDjBD8dA5UqkxULWfckE8IH4w70ESmC1Wi8eKRxnNSzBbPRz7hTJ0nWLomSY/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611025971737649410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XCJuCh4rLLdWryo8NV21H65_0rTm4aFHK0VHUUaUgIVycqMeLmS1l_gVFxy58ni5cEjBRBESGKQJfg5dDjBD8dA5UqkxULWfckE8IH4w70ESmC1Wi8eKRxnNSzBbPRz7hTJ0nWLomSY/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Simbolurile Irlandei sunt: rugby-ul, trifoiul verde, berea guinness desigur si spiridusul. Gasesti peste tot obiecte imprimate cu acestea. Magazinul oficial care se ocupa cu suverinurile este Carrol`s.Ei nu au o mie de tonete sau vanzatori ambulanti ca italienii care sa vanda orice la preturi mici si calitate asemenea. Acest magazin contine lucruri de foarte buna calitate: tricouri originale de rugby si fotbal, cani, mingi de rugby mari si mici, brelocuri, sepci irlandeze, etc.<br /><br /><br />MANCAREA<br /><br />Nu, nu am mancat traditional. Am spus deja ca irlandezii sunt "frati" cu englezii, care au la randul lor o bucatarie... Nici nu m-am interesat in amanunt ce mananca ei, dar am citit pe un meniu "tocanita irlandeza" si m-am indepartat. Apoi trecand pe langa un restaurnat am fost socata sa vad cum arata un mic dejun traditional irlandez: pe aceasi farfurie erau asejate in sensul acelor de ceasornic un ou prajit, sunca prajita, mancarica de fasole si cateva felii de paine. Eu nu as putea.Am gustat totusi berea guinness. Nu este genul meu de bautura, dar mi-a placut, e destul de amara si cam tare.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwaCFXxcggBAi86_BvJ0Ju9bsJ2GJCgevDesHfuYbKEj97afw4xcj9IdCiMHObn4RrrzQnwyxLpIVzFQQ7sv5vaVZ3ueiEalzOWogAuNMFYrFCOik_CFdw7Ouc4gnFmiezL8Ifqjk2Wqo/s1600/DSC_0232.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611026299501459026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwaCFXxcggBAi86_BvJ0Ju9bsJ2GJCgevDesHfuYbKEj97afw4xcj9IdCiMHObn4RrrzQnwyxLpIVzFQQ7sv5vaVZ3ueiEalzOWogAuNMFYrFCOik_CFdw7Ouc4gnFmiezL8Ifqjk2Wqo/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" /></a><br />Nu m-am putut abtine sa nu imi iau o sticla, ok doua, de wishky irlandez Bailey, bautura mea preferata.<br /><br />Si ca de obicei ne-am indreptat catre alte bucatarii mai usoare. Din cate am vazut noi, nu prea sunt multe restaurante care sa poata fi vizitate prin Dublin. Foarte curios cu chinezii inca nu au invadata aceasta capotala. Aveau doar cateva accente in anumite restaurante cu alte specificuri. Amestecul acesta de mancare chinezeasca cu mancare thailandeza este un semn sigur ca restaurantul nu este specific, deci nu este bun, bucatarul sef este confuz.Prima oprire a fost la un mic restaurant malaezian.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxsCSwHlNvoOjc7TI5mmj9xW0SM796jjQdSk5NsOHhM9_FvVMei1N_AT4hdYZ5OIPoHKIUszL9h3y-C0U6vNYyuSrhlFPzBE7ecb8xlktobL0a9BlO57pYRl3He59wNxuXfGdEHTH1EM/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611025286541111442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxsCSwHlNvoOjc7TI5mmj9xW0SM796jjQdSk5NsOHhM9_FvVMei1N_AT4hdYZ5OIPoHKIUszL9h3y-C0U6vNYyuSrhlFPzBE7ecb8xlktobL0a9BlO57pYRl3He59wNxuXfGdEHTH1EM/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" /></a><br />Ne-am comandat ikan bakar, un peste condimentat pe o frunza de banan si rendang, carne de vita cu un sos iute si foarte bun.Farfuriile aburinde au fost asezate pe un suport care avea in interior doua lumari mici care sa mentina divinele merinde calde.Doar mirosul era de ajuns sa iti ia mintile, ceea ce s-a si intamplat, aspectul era demential, iar gustul...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFA1Yy0v1QC8p2r5_v-N4-oTI7N9IocI733GOasfruM9W8y21b29bXd5cHWHxI9kHXgtCXDlzzmVpJ99lvxXArE9XXV1dKqkM0u_OIF7Eq6JOrPpji15mQFk3NWYB6W0Wng7TxRN01k4/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611025624494426130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFA1Yy0v1QC8p2r5_v-N4-oTI7N9IocI733GOasfruM9W8y21b29bXd5cHWHxI9kHXgtCXDlzzmVpJ99lvxXArE9XXV1dKqkM0u_OIF7Eq6JOrPpji15mQFk3NWYB6W0Wng7TxRN01k4/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FYzrqGNfAVLbyfyvfeHuCiW7W0Mr4N15m3i_6Ocjhd8538SwOJfYwWy5XgMFz6IzspqicJbHRTngXJ-roJPI3iIot9mjKruMcbI4qm2G2JdaPaV5j75PUuOdvPNzAdrirnUekp-atvA/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611025497574136258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FYzrqGNfAVLbyfyvfeHuCiW7W0Mr4N15m3i_6Ocjhd8538SwOJfYwWy5XgMFz6IzspqicJbHRTngXJ-roJPI3iIot9mjKruMcbI4qm2G2JdaPaV5j75PUuOdvPNzAdrirnUekp-atvA/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" /></a><br /><br />In Belfast am mers la cel mai interesat restaurant in care am pasit pana acum. Designul interior era desavarsit, intr-un stil Frida Kallo/mexican/ funky/masculin. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s5xSFBSUiT3CNTpvlCt2JhkntvCppPhBGnM-a8CYFIq4hbspoZlQ9zZtMe7xTZZBQ7r4xgexm0gZX4X7HpZZu2q2KiTSG9i7G6Sr7uc4nnyNwDUscU19ZkduyFXOYwNQs-Frf96kG8E/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611024299552119762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s5xSFBSUiT3CNTpvlCt2JhkntvCppPhBGnM-a8CYFIq4hbspoZlQ9zZtMe7xTZZBQ7r4xgexm0gZX4X7HpZZu2q2KiTSG9i7G6Sr7uc4nnyNwDUscU19ZkduyFXOYwNQs-Frf96kG8E/s400/DSC_0120.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0YeWNJVt9q4mA7BmUTTwy8Fn5CIpSjtiXLd5QTM97aJBPTWI02DiZfcX8K3FuXZQiwxi6l79eCY5Lf_EXsrGL0yCYXIaMdvDuR7I7o6GVbWtKLwY3Pl9npn55tfqLkpiaOLFG2uWPfQ/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611024527696569250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0YeWNJVt9q4mA7BmUTTwy8Fn5CIpSjtiXLd5QTM97aJBPTWI02DiZfcX8K3FuXZQiwxi6l79eCY5Lf_EXsrGL0yCYXIaMdvDuR7I7o6GVbWtKLwY3Pl9npn55tfqLkpiaOLFG2uWPfQ/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Foarte ingenios, foarte incarcat si in acelasi timp atat de simplu. Foarte colorat si totusi foarte armonios. O excelenta combinare intre stilul jerpelit si stilul futurist. "Quikitos" se numea minunea, avea un specific mexicano/brazilian, pentru ca serveau o combinatie intre cele doua culturi. Am comandat mai intai un mojito foarte aromat, care ne-a fost servit cu nachos din partea casei si cu un sos care avea ingrediente proaspete neidentificate de noi. Bun. Apoi un burito care nu a fost asa cum am mai mancat eu de cateva ori. Eu am zis sa imi aduca cu carne de vita, dar nu am prea simtit-o. In schimb am simtit ca mananc pilaf cu fasole si paine, fara nici un fel e condiemtne. Cel mai groaznic burito din lume. Dar mi-am revenit cu celalalt fel: quesadilla cu chorizo, care a sters complet experienta dezastruoasa a burito-ului. Pentru mine gustul de chorizo este...de pe alta lume. Dupa care am mers la Lord "Buddha", unde am crezut ca ma aflu intr-un muzeu de arta contemporana. A fost prima mea sedinta foto dintr-o buda.Aceasta era decorata la fel de ingenios ca si restul restaurantului.Sincer nu m-as mai intoarce in Belfast nici daca m-ar chema personal Isus acolo, dar pentru acest restaurant...ma mai gandesc.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi9-b8UpsRc8AlzK8lwu4GlTnQTJ101jzrUrKZ9jSl3UTOq8iHDgqR_H88RbutmpEswwIBz_751TR6C_d8qpO07JCNJJGaJsQ1nx4EZROQv1eo9BjXKIJwTddW_Xf1keZbpVzbzLFoBc/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611024976109215074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi9-b8UpsRc8AlzK8lwu4GlTnQTJ101jzrUrKZ9jSl3UTOq8iHDgqR_H88RbutmpEswwIBz_751TR6C_d8qpO07JCNJJGaJsQ1nx4EZROQv1eo9BjXKIJwTddW_Xf1keZbpVzbzLFoBc/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABbFAvX5GlpYk1P1nx89kzNhIXc_6XiTyR6MYbwvpcUDmyfZP43pCXR90KCho1v6n-GhBDS_HfiJcQ9WmdkLyxVPuE1QOgOZMifJi80bBitRsvGu7s79hv8-G3jB74-wtjszK-lyQmpo/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611024835556234754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABbFAvX5GlpYk1P1nx89kzNhIXc_6XiTyR6MYbwvpcUDmyfZP43pCXR90KCho1v6n-GhBDS_HfiJcQ9WmdkLyxVPuE1QOgOZMifJi80bBitRsvGu7s79hv8-G3jB74-wtjszK-lyQmpo/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3jedG4lOpovuP-2AYAOR2bco5r7DB7Ibl3ZNsa2gsg8hc99g9OQdcJGz78YRymjfi2mjfO7RsFn7wrUXp3R__B5W6b1FzUlCICXWbWXMgUfeY7eEbu-DlageJvxhFYkrbwhwyH1ZaJE/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611024700470259538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3jedG4lOpovuP-2AYAOR2bco5r7DB7Ibl3ZNsa2gsg8hc99g9OQdcJGz78YRymjfi2mjfO7RsFn7wrUXp3R__B5W6b1FzUlCICXWbWXMgUfeY7eEbu-DlageJvxhFYkrbwhwyH1ZaJE/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" /></a><br /><br />In alta zi eu am decis sa revizitam acel restaurant malaezian, ceea ce nu imi sta in obiceiuri, dar pentru ca mirosul acela divin nu imi disparea din fiinta, am zis sa repet experienta cu pestele pe frunza de banana. Dar in loc sa iau tot rendang cu creveti, cum ne-am dat seama dupa ce ne-a venit mancarea, am zis sa incercam un curry cu peste. Suna destul de interesant, dar nu este. In meniu nu scria toate ingredientele acestui fel de mancare. In primul rand pestele era moale. Foarte moale, ceea ce nu prea e pe placul nostru.Iar in al doilea rand si de fapt cel mai important, pe langa peste, curry-ul acesta mai continea si...soia prajita si apoi pusa in acel sos. A manca soia prajita si apoi fiarta este ca si cum ai manca un burete fara sare si piper. Desi nici sarea si nici piperul nu prea ajuta in acest caz. Ca sa fiu diplomata si draguta voi spune ca a fost oribil.<br /><br />Am mers si la celebrul "Yo!Sushi", pe care il stiam din Londra. Aici se poate savura aroma Japoniei. Ne-am asejat la masa tip bar si de pe banda care rula cu diverse feluri ne-am ales un castronel cu somon crud si salata de castraveti toate marinate in otet de orez. Apoi din meniu iti poti alege feluri de mancare pregatite pe loc si deci, calde. O superba supa de peste cu aroma de chimchi(varza murata cu diferite condimente si usturoi specifica Coreei), si niste frigarui de somon cu un sos dulce acrisor cu susan presarat pe deasupra.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsdRMHt3_-IYqv61n_S5sD3Slu9macTEJ62T6AlrcypnacsTaw0ILdPOX53ObeeiXnZst7Mw4rdw5gnZ3mR2T5CpWiDqW-cYYdJr9m7ThyphenhyphentcJny3-jl0cCC0R2feRE_W6CxrojDJnQtg/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611023978016311762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsdRMHt3_-IYqv61n_S5sD3Slu9macTEJ62T6AlrcypnacsTaw0ILdPOX53ObeeiXnZst7Mw4rdw5gnZ3mR2T5CpWiDqW-cYYdJr9m7ThyphenhyphentcJny3-jl0cCC0R2feRE_W6CxrojDJnQtg/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0RCgM2OPWwkAbitW9zjh5VpnUv8XYtF20eqa7vd5utcvl04I-SisBbGxWOZkfLtUILGZnuInjHU-mBWLFa4-sRia7frSA4KMy2a7ycekancufXTkTkDoicJVtb4DhlYhylIjKSFC69M/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611023833124371698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0RCgM2OPWwkAbitW9zjh5VpnUv8XYtF20eqa7vd5utcvl04I-SisBbGxWOZkfLtUILGZnuInjHU-mBWLFa4-sRia7frSA4KMy2a7ycekancufXTkTkDoicJVtb4DhlYhylIjKSFC69M/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Si cireasa de pe cireasa de pe tort: restaurantul thailandez.Sper sa imi pot gasi cuvintele. Am avut inspiratia sa imi comand un "je ne sais quoi" cu un sos extrem de iute si cu carne de vita.Sosul avea la baza lapte de nuca de cocos si milioane de condimente, care asezat pe un pat de orez devenea supraomenesc de bun.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9auJP1NLDcOEDNKf07aO0X2ScoIIUcOs4no4V0q5J37GECRuOfkeMelRpefRvirGJO3Ngc00G-S_iWxwth0RmUJW1amsdOTCNVP9i3FUsFU6zvTJ9K2-UDxVf2ZvdelCwH_Nw41eqCjU/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611023106998359474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9auJP1NLDcOEDNKf07aO0X2ScoIIUcOs4no4V0q5J37GECRuOfkeMelRpefRvirGJO3Ngc00G-S_iWxwth0RmUJW1amsdOTCNVP9i3FUsFU6zvTJ9K2-UDxVf2ZvdelCwH_Nw41eqCjU/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" /></a><br />Celalalt fel de mancare a fost compus din creveti foarte proaspeti, pufosi si niste legume abia atinse de flacara, mangaiate de un sos zen(adica avea o armonie intre toate gusturile). In schimb mi-a venit rau cand am vazut nota de plata: pe aceasta experienta in afara corpului am dat cel mai putin din toate restaurnatele si am mancat cel mai bine.Si in plus imi voi aminti toata viata de acele mirosuri si gusturi. Merita cei mai putini bani, nu?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZPhqu6ex5IiKl1kK_P592CkAvR2GvY0HvvUJVxxX3X6ZeLtIfSgl3b5HUoPo-s6xeSseBhIANffD3a5oaSfaKUQS992UDwm1EUQ9xpoJYsLTf2973U1y3OR0ygl6e12yUy4aKGv4PNY/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611023546798331266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZPhqu6ex5IiKl1kK_P592CkAvR2GvY0HvvUJVxxX3X6ZeLtIfSgl3b5HUoPo-s6xeSseBhIANffD3a5oaSfaKUQS992UDwm1EUQ9xpoJYsLTf2973U1y3OR0ygl6e12yUy4aKGv4PNY/s400/DSC_0345.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoNhdi9GzfhpZ2gH-iSVtNumtbTtN5Ypd-7s-Em6qvYPnKKdje7GgSthkzyk6dse67-En66IAi0t_nGzBrxu4_XwvHtP94m52MFMPyAwzYcCPRRytw5c60UF6AAQQNpLaZS-Bwy2zMT0/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611023407258239778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoNhdi9GzfhpZ2gH-iSVtNumtbTtN5Ypd-7s-Em6qvYPnKKdje7GgSthkzyk6dse67-En66IAi0t_nGzBrxu4_XwvHtP94m52MFMPyAwzYcCPRRytw5c60UF6AAQQNpLaZS-Bwy2zMT0/s400/DSC_0344.JPG" /></a><br /><br />EVENIMENTE IN DUBLIN<br /><br />Nu stiu ce i-a apucat pe toti sa vina in Irlanda exact in momentul vizitei noastre acolo. A doua zi a excursiei noastre a marcat sosirea reginei Angliei in tara vanturilor. Nu spun cati politisti erau si ce masuri de siguranta au fost.Noroc ca noi in acea zi am fost la Belfast si astfel am putut evita zarva cauzata de majestatea sa. Partea buna a vizitei reginei Angliei a fost ca am putut-o admira tot timpul la televizor, intru-cat televiziunile transmiteau in direct orice miscare voita sau nu a reginei.Partea proasta a vizitei regale a fost ca am putut-o admira tot timpul la televizor, intru-cat televiziunile transmiteau in direct orice miscare voita sau nu a reginei. In plus, culorile strazilor s-au schimbat in galben-verzui, culoarea vestelor politistilor. Erau mii, peste tot. Erau porti de securitate prin care treceai daca vrioai sa treci de la o strada la alta. Partea si mai proasta a fost ca irlandezii nu o suporta pe regina si nici pe supusii sai. Am vazut destul de multe tricouri cu "britain out of irland", in traducere libera :marea britanie sa plece din irlanda. Indiferent de itinerariul ales de majestatea sa, strazile au fost evacuate de frica unui atentat, abia in ultima sa zi de vizita a fost permisa un mic dus de multime. In malluri, unde era cate un televiror sau o plasma de vreo 2 metri la cate un bar, te puteai informa daca in ultimele minute regina a mai zambit sau daca a baut un guinness sau nu.Desi o urasc din ficati, irlandezii se adunau in fata televizoarelor din malluri si comentau vizita, sau costumatia reginei. Cine stie, ca irlandeza este similara cu olandeza: nu intelegi nimic. Al doilea mare eveniment la care am avut "norocul" sa participam a fost finala cupei Uefa, care s-a tinut dupa cum toata lumea stia in afara de noi, la Dublin. Am vazut ca orasul incepe sa se aglomereze, am fost informate acolo ca este un meci, dar eram singurele care nu stiam cine cu cine joaca. Am aflat intr-un tarziu ca erau 2 echipe portugheze care se duelau. Partea buna a fost ca am auzit multa portugheza, o limba extrem de amuzanta.Toti fanii fotbalului veniti de departe (adica din Portugalia) aveau la gat fulare cu echipa favorita. Interesanta atmosfera creata de toti ce acolo pe strazi. Am avut norocul ca plecam vineri, caci sambata se anunta finala cupei Heinneken la rugby, sportul national al Irlandei si nu imi imaginez ce a fost pe strazi si in pub-uri. Iar luni trebuia sa isi faca aparitia presedintele Americii, Obama, sa-si viziteze originele irlandeze. Perioada foarte aglomerata pentru Irlanda.<br /><br />ALTI POZI<br />in plin proces de materializare a propriului caine. mai intai de hartie, apoi fizic in carne, oase si blana.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDB73HN3-n4-HDHTUpBmrNYFCW84KruFfnz26ZOl0hto-C-iuW7SryDqIHMqoQ_S_CsG1IGI44rCQixrp06TeCcFkHE1dZxEJOMHcEq0xx5HJRJMl9T3NtBuhiKRAj16ACKoih_4TGZc/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611037667293969634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDB73HN3-n4-HDHTUpBmrNYFCW84KruFfnz26ZOl0hto-C-iuW7SryDqIHMqoQ_S_CsG1IGI44rCQixrp06TeCcFkHE1dZxEJOMHcEq0xx5HJRJMl9T3NtBuhiKRAj16ACKoih_4TGZc/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1w9gY6saBEZ7fJjffWOZiXHJXl0ecAkU8schmp0MdrC8b4vEc0HtisEIz_YrtvgjT2A25P9MFWX5JB8hxLV49JIb1rA6CcuLEqgi0kUTpMtfLSm0Q8-yTpUBNumzUi0j-im6nQtoPMY/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611037228300337538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccMZitQxp_x9tik6lhZRB-poOCAPIUzGSsOFioCgSAVKgixIfck3oWtRmRJMQBN-7lqKFdk8rsYBaLrsSx6gAuAo6hC_x6BXl4jfwGikV3U9Fs-FUG16ufVchgo8lEH7_2NSuJ9Gyswg/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrqrXcmvepbYKDNSJLPopsClWx6wLq9SjfreddzghEUQ9ATkp6cg3ILt_7_4iIb6BIm2WqHFMW2JDdXXaanBd_UZTLGWdpHRfuf_prvKUGw0xt0567LcQMPTboE9Us0bItMgWHMyIwAo/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611037005522908690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrqrXcmvepbYKDNSJLPopsClWx6wLq9SjfreddzghEUQ9ATkp6cg3ILt_7_4iIb6BIm2WqHFMW2JDdXXaanBd_UZTLGWdpHRfuf_prvKUGw0xt0567LcQMPTboE9Us0bItMgWHMyIwAo/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHU-sBP8YJiF8PE0xHl6JBPShE78oox6lpX18MCXpJfNlotW1rcQso2dXT77vVMbdOENNxP85kT0jW674mgXK8X3XtYDuGg3Ruu5vmzF0SXOWzeyeCiGFBpuiNmnFuuxbVty7-rVoC0A/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611036775985123874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHU-sBP8YJiF8PE0xHl6JBPShE78oox6lpX18MCXpJfNlotW1rcQso2dXT77vVMbdOENNxP85kT0jW674mgXK8X3XtYDuGg3Ruu5vmzF0SXOWzeyeCiGFBpuiNmnFuuxbVty7-rVoC0A/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" /></a><br />traditionala gelata<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1vQsapj-3kIXFyvh_AUTRKHSv7XmHeBCUM5hYoyDIBBtdnI8yA5V056DNLA3lNTDXVJ0IZQijB-6h9Io9eTXOCWgzEBpLsT8vGEb_mloCy2H8RNO_pOfNrqWwejlSROPhMNiuGjJ_qo/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611036549028658546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1vQsapj-3kIXFyvh_AUTRKHSv7XmHeBCUM5hYoyDIBBtdnI8yA5V056DNLA3lNTDXVJ0IZQijB-6h9Io9eTXOCWgzEBpLsT8vGEb_mloCy2H8RNO_pOfNrqWwejlSROPhMNiuGjJ_qo/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmh0h4kYkWBZ4CStYb_y5wytp1hrFydBOxbxfR42PvKsKadqQ6pTwpel_YUeQwDyHi72jg7yM8ACu4EkPX1STXW7s6sNxhbpM27vpPQsP7t7zj0X3CfXZ7um_uHZ2XfYXeYuqF7de-J4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611036411065935490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmh0h4kYkWBZ4CStYb_y5wytp1hrFydBOxbxfR42PvKsKadqQ6pTwpel_YUeQwDyHi72jg7yM8ACu4EkPX1STXW7s6sNxhbpM27vpPQsP7t7zj0X3CfXZ7um_uHZ2XfYXeYuqF7de-J4/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-89781497519695953372011-02-07T07:37:00.000-08:002011-02-08T09:02:15.093-08:00TOATE DRUMURILE DUC LA ...ROMA<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13P5hVqncznp-sP4xUizl-KDdX1yHmAUWadktReSpUnTUUxnbGN6F5CYGqBrB0Fk2NxwyV-nXi_aMXNAaZ3REORJ6yo6JXLNnf9knjy_tBAsz7hhwtXyWpivIN0f1RIRb7i3GA7jHhRE/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571341304661116242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13P5hVqncznp-sP4xUizl-KDdX1yHmAUWadktReSpUnTUUxnbGN6F5CYGqBrB0Fk2NxwyV-nXi_aMXNAaZ3REORJ6yo6JXLNnf9knjy_tBAsz7hhwtXyWpivIN0f1RIRb7i3GA7jHhRE/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Asa cum spunea un maestru in viata: nu facem ce vrem, facem ce ni se spune din inalt. Nu conteaza ce alegi, ce vrei tu ca si persoana, ci ceea ce vrea Spiritul. Si vorba ''ai grija ce iti doresti ca s-ar putea sa se indeplineaca'' este mai mult decat adevarata. Noi am vrut sa experimentam noua energie, dar nimeni nu stie cum functioneaza aceasta. Ei bine noi am aflat in aceatsa calatorie fara voia noastra. Cel mai bun sfat si singurul este sa nu intram in dualitate si sa acceptam tot ce ni se intampla fara a categorisi situatia ca fiind pozitiva sau negativa. Ca altfel o iei razna(desi e cam tarziu, ca toti suntem...si fluturam stegulete galbene pe campii). Deci noi am ales sa mergem sa vedem minunatul oras spaniol Bilbao, in care se afla si mai renumitul muzeu de arta moderna Guggenheim. Am facut rezervari pentru biletele de avion si hotel cu 3 luni inainte. Pentru a ne simti si mai bine, am hotarat ca de la Iasi la Bucuresti sa luam avionul care ajunge in 55 de minute in capitala si nu trenul care ajunge in 6 ore. Si oferta pentru avion era extrem de ''mortala'': faceam o escala la Frankfurt, unul dintre cele mai frumoase si mai mari aeroporturi din Europa, cam 6-7 ore, dupa care aterizam seara la Bilbao. Acesta era planul, dar am invatat ca in noua energie nu mai exista planuri, nu mai exista logica, nu mai exista nimic. Nu exista decat momentul de ACUM. E greu in 3D sa intelegi asta cand ai rezervari deja facute in valoare de peste cateva sute de euro care nu se mai pot returna. Deci dupa ce o spatamana am stat numai cu ochii lipiti pe cer pentru a urmari fenomenele meteo ciudate(ma refer la ceata asta din cauza careia mi-a cazut tot parul de pe corp). Am vazut ca s-au anulat cateva curse in acea saptamana din cauza acestei cete, dar in ziua de marti s-a anuntat soare si cer senin. Asa a fost...la Iasi, ca la Bucale era o ceata de o taiai cu satarul. Si ajungem la aeroportul din Iasi(mult spus aeroport, mai mult o halta) si ni se comunica o intarziere de o juma` de ora. Ok, zic, aveam avionul la 10.30, am fi ajuns la 11.30, acum ajungem la 12.00, pana la 14.30 cand avem avionul spre Frankfurt, nu e o problema, il prindem. Cerul la Iasi devenea din ce in ce mai senin, la un moment dat a aparut si soarele cand cei din aeroport au anuntat ca avionul va avea intarziere inca o ora. Minunat, acum marimea morcovului era de speriat. Nu mai prindem avionul.Pa Bilbao! Langa mine sta mama mea care are un optimism exasperant. Da telefoane: ba la agentia de turism de la care am luat biletele, ba la Lufthansa(firma la care aveam bilete pentru Bilbao)pentru a tine avionul pe loc, ba la Tarom(rahatul asta de firma care zboara cu niste avioane de jucarii, jerpelite toate si care incaseaza de trei ori costul real al biletului) sa intrebe de ce naiba nu se poate decola. Problema cu biletele astea de avion este ca clientul nu are nici un drept, nu i se restituie nimic, iar companiile de zbor au toate drepturile, iti iau banii si pentru aerul din avion si daca se poate te trateaza si de sus, de undeva dintre nori.Daca vrei sa anulezi biletele cumparate cu banii tai, nu iti dau inapoi decat taxele de aeroport, adica mai putin de un sfert din cost. Dar daca vrei tu sa faci o modificare a orei de zbor sau a numelui, trebuie tot tu sa scoti din buzunar cativa euro, cam 10 sau 20, in functie de mama lor, nu stiu. Oricum timpul tau nu conteaza, nu costa bani, doar al lor. Daca ei intarzie zborul tu nu trebuie sa spui nimic, tu nu ai si alte treburi, sedinte, etc, daca tu intarzii si anunti acest lucru(ceea ce ei nu fac aproape niciodata), pierzi totul. Si ti se si reproseaza: ''pai de ce nu ati luat la aceasi firma biletele?" Pentru ca Taromul are tarife de imi vine sa-mi fac sepucu, de aia; ca imi iau bilete la oferta, care nu sunt returnabile. Si dupa ce dai o caruta de bani pentru un zbor de 50 de minute, primesti o amarata de punga de covrigei si un pahar de suc. La cati nervi iti provoaca aceatsa companie nu inteleg de ce nu ti se ofera macar un pahar de vin; pe mine nu ma calmeaza sucul de portocale, nici ala de rosii. Dar sa trecem peste. Si cum senzatia ca am pierdut toate rezervarile era din ce in ce mai puternica, mi-am adus aminte de geniala si memorabila fraza a lui Tom Hanks din ''Philadelphia'': ''orice problema are o solutie''. Si solutia din momentul de acum a fost: ROMA. Cel mai ieftin si mai des intalnit zbor din romania. Numai ca noi aterizam cu jucaria aia de la Tarom de la Iasi pe minunatul aeroport din Otopeni, iar zborurile pentru low-cost se efectueaza de pe Baneasa. Frumos. Cu busul nr 780 am ajuns in cateva minute in ''Banea'', la ghiseul cu beletele: vrem doua bilete pentru Roma, sau Milano, sau Florenta, sau orice zboara in aceatsa seara. Intotdeauna mi-am dorit sa fac asta, dar pentru ca preturile sunt exorbitante, am preferat sa-mi iau biletele cu cateva luni inainte si sa nu dau mai mult decat dublu. Dupa cateva variante discutate s-a hotarat ca vom pleca totusi la Roma. URA!!! Orasul inimii mele, acolo e o mare parte din opera preaiubitului meu. Cred ca este evident ca vorbesc despre Michelangelo. Am mai fost de cateva ori in Roma dar lipsa de bani, singuratatea si lipsa de experienta m-au impiedicat sa explorez cu adevarat acest oras-bijuterie. Am gasit locuri la un zbor al firmei Wizz, de care nu sunt tocmai incantata, dar acum nu aveam de ales(scaunele nu se rabateaza, serviciul e groaznic, bagajele se pun si sub scaune), dar asta e. Am ajuns in orasul celor 7 coline pe la orele 21.00 si am inceput sa cautam un hotel care sa ne mai spele privirile. Din aeroportul Ciampino(si asta e o bulina mare neagra, Blueair-ul aterizeaza pe Fiumicino, cele doua nu se pot compara) am luat un autobuz cu 4 euro de persoana si am ajuns in 40 de minute in gara principala din Roma, gara Termini.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzc-5Ntjm65yttStS_TjWwTKfPue599jLmu9qGjAMEEbRnKyI_R2aX_vAS4UkzCEXMrNoQ848Du0Jc32Ztgjm9tx_1GRpajH-84vTtz2x3uV3UyINKtGlztnXC4k_5SZf1sQHfQIvGP94/s1600/DSC_0666.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571337948071488690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzc-5Ntjm65yttStS_TjWwTKfPue599jLmu9qGjAMEEbRnKyI_R2aX_vAS4UkzCEXMrNoQ848Du0Jc32Ztgjm9tx_1GRpajH-84vTtz2x3uV3UyINKtGlztnXC4k_5SZf1sQHfQIvGP94/s400/DSC_0666.JPG" /></a><br /><br />pe la Colloseo, cautand cea mai scurta ruta pentru a ajunge la San Petro in Voncoli, bazilica care il adaposteste pe Moise<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_VQbBBzR_gmm07Q-6IQXJzLG90vZwwqdWwDscm0AK0SxwFwhduF7gcaHeYK5gF_e5PI4WwRWzoWlKy4SOmpU5mHF48jdXAMd570bXPsyJxk49SZL87ak4TEX1HBE5GOYEVtSfpv0Zfs/s1600/DSC_0863.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571337575631104546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_VQbBBzR_gmm07Q-6IQXJzLG90vZwwqdWwDscm0AK0SxwFwhduF7gcaHeYK5gF_e5PI4WwRWzoWlKy4SOmpU5mHF48jdXAMd570bXPsyJxk49SZL87ak4TEX1HBE5GOYEVtSfpv0Zfs/s400/DSC_0863.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhizOushcrYiumhrMorLl9zCQifU78ujqMZnzkDmwUq4TxqB1WK097WRDigOM057FtUyE24huKHJSn01EeRUN8P7GQjEqzrGndQb-2xsP9mnndtkc1TV0y8WnAscJLh7hCTiS2Zsusow/s1600/DSC_0886.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571336673171440306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhizOushcrYiumhrMorLl9zCQifU78ujqMZnzkDmwUq4TxqB1WK097WRDigOM057FtUyE24huKHJSn01EeRUN8P7GQjEqzrGndQb-2xsP9mnndtkc1TV0y8WnAscJLh7hCTiS2Zsusow/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Castelul Saint`Angelo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxRimUiVQ5wtmqDzToNk88oHfA1hwQSGY5kRXKrDKPI2GvzmJIieewhAtkPBGU-6AhnRQcUWYvN7FJMh3YsLr0eo01x0U70NMaoHADatFGeZGcoTQD8Oi79_tUtQoH4hk0HmNTbgUtR4/s1600/DSC_0824.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571336375833470130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxRimUiVQ5wtmqDzToNk88oHfA1hwQSGY5kRXKrDKPI2GvzmJIieewhAtkPBGU-6AhnRQcUWYvN7FJMh3YsLr0eo01x0U70NMaoHADatFGeZGcoTQD8Oi79_tUtQoH4hk0HmNTbgUtR4/s400/DSC_0824.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />San Pietro<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbwwreQaXrVBxSJp-pm0HttIp0ehOfr21932HxiHUzKG1H97Eu54FCB9oNYIiL4cwkcx68N3wnLizPeg5QTNI9x4n_dFzoM_o-CcTFPAlnbzehGsS_0r55Txc4AgCRJhuVMGUtVTgjVI/s1600/DSC_0854.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571336119713484706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbwwreQaXrVBxSJp-pm0HttIp0ehOfr21932HxiHUzKG1H97Eu54FCB9oNYIiL4cwkcx68N3wnLizPeg5QTNI9x4n_dFzoM_o-CcTFPAlnbzehGsS_0r55Txc4AgCRJhuVMGUtVTgjVI/s400/DSC_0854.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlrS2CznsOe5Z_tHJ7zAylkVbsOxQDTf2Uyj4RSkCIa-Vvt9u2JvrJoLYBJNL7FvoCjYc6VSkfyejzxTTzAizHOFoSJTwZI93ZBs63-Lj7U5lxIX89_T513PxFZhhTa6o5uGCXz0UKbg/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiz37I0WMUYpTeZOvpglpI-C_tJisQ5LlBUUGuwNGl-eCSp9cEKBvyanReOL1Yk9nvhWBZPqPmw4BnZSQ_Q_shuNUYlTP0vMMHH1Z4mfVkIkFdFQUGK8UPxpuM1d1mMEgtCeSQSR9ujDg/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571334923636315778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiz37I0WMUYpTeZOvpglpI-C_tJisQ5LlBUUGuwNGl-eCSp9cEKBvyanReOL1Yk9nvhWBZPqPmw4BnZSQ_Q_shuNUYlTP0vMMHH1Z4mfVkIkFdFQUGK8UPxpuM1d1mMEgtCeSQSR9ujDg/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAR8lu_JWBQTBcLw6ugyIluv_nKyjd1m7ljtd7hO7eCJpy4EF9mA9Kr94iV7rW_g3_FXNWvXwvyKlre_mLqPRibLePeAB7iC-41UT-xZCnd6jP0EMvHnPniezYJ5u_E6dOBVFyXaJNcI/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571334708696165746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAR8lu_JWBQTBcLw6ugyIluv_nKyjd1m7ljtd7hO7eCJpy4EF9mA9Kr94iV7rW_g3_FXNWvXwvyKlre_mLqPRibLePeAB7iC-41UT-xZCnd6jP0EMvHnPniezYJ5u_E6dOBVFyXaJNcI/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Treptele spaniole<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2EO4Gld-lydCOIEi8S8gDyAX6ZUgmP4tHwhC-vuKN6vhyphenhyphenPfWG0HaxfklvTxRR1QUQCwTr8uH6D9-P7g_Aj8dhLcSi6gIuCpTtHOKaN8DjiZFh1Y1rjnTuELUncRPgLq5JjoWWocvFUo/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571334492454499906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2EO4Gld-lydCOIEi8S8gDyAX6ZUgmP4tHwhC-vuKN6vhyphenhyphenPfWG0HaxfklvTxRR1QUQCwTr8uH6D9-P7g_Aj8dhLcSi6gIuCpTtHOKaN8DjiZFh1Y1rjnTuELUncRPgLq5JjoWWocvFUo/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Langa gara ne-a intrebat un barbat daca cautam un hotel bun. Da, normal. Stie el unul bun, hostel, deci mai ieftin. Eu am fost de mai multe ori in Italia si cazarea acolo e cu surprize. Nu stii niciodata pe ce dai banii. La aceleasi trei stele poti sta regeste(cum mi s-a intamplat in Torino) sau groaznic, intr-un spatiu impropriu, fara televizor si frigider in camera, (cum am patit-o in Florenta)la exact aceiasi bani. Si cred ca din cauza oboselii(eram treze de la orele 04.00), plus tot stresul intregii zile de calatorie, ca ne-am dus dupa acest barbat, din Bangladesh, pe niste stradute intunecate, intr-o cladire pe care nu scria nimic. In lift catre etajul 5, ne-a trecut un gand nelinistitor dar am zis ca daca e sa se intample ceva, asta e, noi am ales sa il urmam. Dar la etajul 5 era intr-adevar un gen de hostel cu cateva camere duble, aveau si baie in camera si o terasa. Pentru 40 de euro pe noapte a fost bine. Numai pentru o noapte, si aia dormita cu grija, ca am mai experimentat in Paris cu pupulatia asta din tarile colorate, care iti inchiriaza camera impreuna cu cativa soareci, ca asa e la ei probabil. A doua zi am plecat catre orizonturi mai placute. Si le-am gasit la un hotel de 3 stele, dragut, unde toti angajatii erau din tara soarelui rasare, la surprinzatorul pret de 50 pe noapte. Am avut si placuta surpriza de a ne simti ca acasa, cand receptioniera ne-a anuntat ca pe langa pretul camerei trebuie sa mai platim o taxa de 2 euro de peroana pe noapte, ''taxa de roma''. Adica taxa pe aerul din Roma? am intrebat noi. Da. Deci nu suntem singura tara cu taxe cretine. Si am avut si noroc, aceasta taxa abia s-a introdus anul acesta. O alta surpriza placuta a fost cand ne-am intors intr-o zi din oras si am gasit o pereche de pantaloni(ai mei desigur) patati de clor. Nu am mai auzit de asa ceva, sa-ti lasi lucrurile in camera si sa ti le gasesti ca o pictura de Jackson pollock. Dupa cateva minute seara si apoi alte cateva minute de convorbiri in engleza cu managerul hotelului si de ganduri bune in romana, ne-am recuperat si banii. Dar stresul cine il plateste?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmq_CNOT5bRnKJPIhW41rXhT8p0RHsUIxGpLkUnuj0dytVHf-gW9PM3t4sZw6_eSJZXf6j24S6EWYGAYT9Rzr0Vs8cei1XvtDOUlqW9ABNqQbXuLeAhzYZ0abltqxYd21w5B54q-5BNU/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571334289751220642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmq_CNOT5bRnKJPIhW41rXhT8p0RHsUIxGpLkUnuj0dytVHf-gW9PM3t4sZw6_eSJZXf6j24S6EWYGAYT9Rzr0Vs8cei1XvtDOUlqW9ABNqQbXuLeAhzYZ0abltqxYd21w5B54q-5BNU/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fontana di Trevi<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6Hj9nNzWWrBcqWcTBizGL3cRYiXHrshGgeZtO2hGW_5XwL5Pq_lJCwqab9HunqLNNq7oyr0HaBAHdTouCats1vyn9LQeKeCPVWyYJf7lDLIUQrDrHqYZLEuiOnTNUIXuHmgrPzUa7UY/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571334093984310002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6Hj9nNzWWrBcqWcTBizGL3cRYiXHrshGgeZtO2hGW_5XwL5Pq_lJCwqab9HunqLNNq7oyr0HaBAHdTouCats1vyn9LQeKeCPVWyYJf7lDLIUQrDrHqYZLEuiOnTNUIXuHmgrPzUa7UY/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Seara la o gelata intr-o terasa incalzita<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZEd15_75pTRmbK9jjZmbJrjhx7ZYtKCACNN18Cv1PJvomGGYmsQn7lSpHBEnMWYSYV2hVEd9h2K-lKu6o3N1sFQtGhF_tCtN1FzDDsPtg8Bv0qdNbNLfGNyLFZH_T1wgAA_I604K59jg/s1600/DSC_0930.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571333861996279266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZEd15_75pTRmbK9jjZmbJrjhx7ZYtKCACNN18Cv1PJvomGGYmsQn7lSpHBEnMWYSYV2hVEd9h2K-lKu6o3N1sFQtGhF_tCtN1FzDDsPtg8Bv0qdNbNLfGNyLFZH_T1wgAA_I604K59jg/s400/DSC_0930.JPG" /></a><br />La un espresso cu bailey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClyEWr4fVUK5_R9YwtXix4G5PAeNWLJwmoKYVrI6yOTNZSZuVX-jiZOhAPd1i1ixdhB_LYOZPKTawKGv45bIoQIsg635XfW5A1waukaCGaxD1-rDMbFUFF0986AueU-RLvIqT-LA5JZw/s1600/DSC_0490.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571338951446346498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClyEWr4fVUK5_R9YwtXix4G5PAeNWLJwmoKYVrI6yOTNZSZuVX-jiZOhAPd1i1ixdhB_LYOZPKTawKGv45bIoQIsg635XfW5A1waukaCGaxD1-rDMbFUFF0986AueU-RLvIqT-LA5JZw/s400/DSC_0490.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDo8Ed5jrDrmZLSxmTjXPN9UbVJDg4Y_vxN5rICorMagubv8cfTvtC5_1sbZx7ihvxJ7wFC1FbRMLBqwCKXrOyP8nrcsStjw-GgFQnIU25XXkw0a0h8svSEogoVeasczYlLS4p8CRBlE/s1600/DSC_0491.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571338358943996642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDo8Ed5jrDrmZLSxmTjXPN9UbVJDg4Y_vxN5rICorMagubv8cfTvtC5_1sbZx7ihvxJ7wFC1FbRMLBqwCKXrOyP8nrcsStjw-GgFQnIU25XXkw0a0h8svSEogoVeasczYlLS4p8CRBlE/s400/DSC_0491.JPG" /></a><br />espresso cu gelata si cu frisca- gust divin<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSIcyagnEjLw1H07DVyKBjpoumkXoNd7S6XbWiZ5IFfkYCaeukyhi6zRe4R49qa8pK9OOElvptQXpx4nDAxOFX-gSd6QL_4uG1uXuK8L_-DQlAH_VXQf7anFSirVAwIBIFklis6xjbvM/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571335173633483650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSIcyagnEjLw1H07DVyKBjpoumkXoNd7S6XbWiZ5IFfkYCaeukyhi6zRe4R49qa8pK9OOElvptQXpx4nDAxOFX-gSd6QL_4uG1uXuK8L_-DQlAH_VXQf7anFSirVAwIBIFklis6xjbvM/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" /></a><br />chips-uri cu gust de pizza<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6cYDGUlrV_fjUWLMNaOgtETVgADvJ-Ai0rouRcUyAsSlye37RgSQY51x7HuVy7nQs4BqDNGWHE8jx4I3yFI-LTCrWGSnVTXUbeIcK56VOwYZ5shh6aQLhxLszE3rttot0MlNX0gNRFo/s1600/DSC_0710.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571333538560885714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6cYDGUlrV_fjUWLMNaOgtETVgADvJ-Ai0rouRcUyAsSlye37RgSQY51x7HuVy7nQs4BqDNGWHE8jx4I3yFI-LTCrWGSnVTXUbeIcK56VOwYZ5shh6aQLhxLszE3rttot0MlNX0gNRFo/s400/DSC_0710.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />gelata zilnica<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobp0F1x1hmtvhybMbLpRghkGmhSqHC6txB-_dK9QlygDiLZj6pLHmcDPm3GPzFR_CUxQoe_UNc-knPO0Kfd7Wku3lxndUHT1Jn0BFHBTRxOlAbYIewU6oRGbkGq1gOf7tsVWdMb3ogUw/s1600/DSC_0792.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571333264258923378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobp0F1x1hmtvhybMbLpRghkGmhSqHC6txB-_dK9QlygDiLZj6pLHmcDPm3GPzFR_CUxQoe_UNc-knPO0Kfd7Wku3lxndUHT1Jn0BFHBTRxOlAbYIewU6oRGbkGq1gOf7tsVWdMb3ogUw/s400/DSC_0792.JPG" /></a> tortellini cu sos gorgonzolla<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ca sa ne revenim si sa ne recapatam fortele, am plecat la shopping. Cea mai mare zona pentru acest gen de sport, se afla in jurul treptelor spaniole. Aici poti vizita diferite muzee: Prada, Gucci, Missoni, Versace, Channel, etc. Dupa aceste superbe magazine, pe strada paralela, exista si magazine in care chiar poti intra si culmea, cumpara cate ceva chiar foarte ieftin, mai ales acum cand erau reduceri. La informatii am intrebat daca exista vreun mall, caci vremea devenea din ce in ce mai suparata si eu deja simteam cum o mica raceala incepe sa imi dea tarcoale. Cel mai mare mall e Porta di Roma la care se poate ajunge cu busul nr 38. Ok. Costul biletului este de 1 euro, cel mai ieftin mijloc de transport din toate orasele pe care le-am vizitat pana acum. Greseala noastra a fost ca am pornit catre acest mall pe la orele 18.00, cand toata lumea iesea de la ''lavoro''. De la gara, in 15 minute nu cred ca am facut 100 de metri. Era o aglomeratie de credeai ca e vreo demonstratie pe strazi. Am ajuns la destinatie dupa o ora si 10 minute, deja obosite si cu un ''chef nebun'' de cumparaturi. Este intr-adevar un mall mare, foarte mare, pe 2 nivele. Contine si unul dintre cele mai ieftine si mai mari supermarcheturi de la ei ''auchan''. Exista o problema cu marimile in aceasta tara: fiecare firma are propriul sau tipar si propriile sale marimi. Astfel acelasi corp poate proba o bluza cu marimea de 48, apoi la un alt magazin aceasi marime sa devina 54 sau XL, sau 7. Si pana nu le probezi nu ai cum sa-ti dai seama ce marime este.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbVXpKvvkQljo8wiIYcvPYxgZl2596BsMHAuSK09UIqnRNoRsJjdKvzndlVEQFTNRYKmvaatn9sWuyeCedRKOizASN6mytbg9qF2RIGAyd0v_rHaGrvwmguyeMIJGExHKFEHDrde6fD4/s1600/DSC_0724.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571332838374081394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbVXpKvvkQljo8wiIYcvPYxgZl2596BsMHAuSK09UIqnRNoRsJjdKvzndlVEQFTNRYKmvaatn9sWuyeCedRKOizASN6mytbg9qF2RIGAyd0v_rHaGrvwmguyeMIJGExHKFEHDrde6fD4/s400/DSC_0724.JPG" /></a><br /><br />spaghetti vongola<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWsRnr1I7TmZ_42eAoOJxh5KfngaT8PLD4fGxPtvke0kltuxSG_Jpv0ny4ZnLq_ePhyYrAog72f09wrJcXXciSDJWTZr4HeV-vSymIehhAGHw86pnRbR9U_bSCRTUs26114ZJUUtIt_0/s1600/DSC_0793.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571332482162897298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWsRnr1I7TmZ_42eAoOJxh5KfngaT8PLD4fGxPtvke0kltuxSG_Jpv0ny4ZnLq_ePhyYrAog72f09wrJcXXciSDJWTZr4HeV-vSymIehhAGHw86pnRbR9U_bSCRTUs26114ZJUUtIt_0/s400/DSC_0793.JPG" /></a><br /><br />pizza cu fructe de mare<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MANCAREA. Este un subiect fara sfarsit in Italia. Se gaseste peste tot si este delicioasa. Mi-am propus ca in fiecare zi sa incerc ceva traditional pentru a gusta cu adevarat Italia. Numai aici poti manca paste, pizza, inghetata si tiramisu. Nu inteleg oamenii care merg in alte tari si isi cumpara pizza, in loc sa guste mancarea locala. Pizza nu exista in afara Italiei. De paste nici nu mai vorbesc. Italia este tara aluaturilor, a painii in general. Peste tot exista aceste chestii numite panini, pe care eu nu le inteleg, dar nu este decat o parere personala, eu nu pot manca atata paine. Sunt foarte frumos ornate, arata bine, dar...nu pentru mine.Prima data am ales sa-mi comand ''paste carbonara'', spaghetti cu bacon, parmezan si din cate am inteles, si cu ou. Buonissimo! Cred ca au fost cele mai bune paste pe care le-am mancat din viata mea. Adina si-a comandat salata ''caprese'', sa vedem cum e la ea acasa. O mare dezamagire. Pe o mare farfurie alba am vazut 3 felii de rosie taiate cu toporul asezate langa o bomba de mozarella, cu o mica frunza de busuioc. Nearanjate, neasezonate. La desert am ales o portie de tiramisu, care a fost ca un foc de artificii. O savoare diafana de lichior, cu acea crema si acea cacao. In restaurantele italiene nu exista servetele din hartie(nu am vazut decat la un restaurant) ci numai din panza. Parmezanul este din partea casei si este din abundenta, uleiul de masline la fel. La vederea notei de plata observi, in functie de restaurant, cat trebuie sa dai peste ceea ce ai consumat, ca ''servizio'', adica bacsisul ospatarului. Noi am dat de la 10% pana la 2 euro de persoana. Noi nu ne-am comandat bauturi, acestea costand mai mult decat un fel de mancare: o cola costa 6 euro, o apa 3 euro. Apoi m-am avantat catre o portie de ''gnochi con pulpa'', adica gnochi care sunt un fel de pasta de cartofi cu bucati de caracatita. Caracatita a fost buna, dar acea pasta de cartofi nu avea nici un gust, iar o opinie personala, mie nu-mi plac alimentele facute pasta. Ca sa-mi revin in ziua urmatoare mi-am comandat ditr-unul din cele mai frumoase restaurante vizitate, ''il colibri'', ''fettucine con ragu''. Sunt paste facute in casa cu un sos de carne divin. Acest parmezan era macinat pana a ajuns la graul de faina si se lipea si se integra in paste. Coplesitor, uimitor, de infarct...de bun. Italienii au dreptate cand tin atat de mult la traditia lor de a nu altera retetele originale. Daca este bun asa, de ce trebuie sa schimbi tu acuma reteta? Si asa este, daca alimentele sunt bune asa naturale, de ce trebuiesc amestecate? La un alt restaurant m-a pus dracu sa intreb care dintre aceste spaghetti din menu sunt facute in casa, pentru ca sunt mai moi, sunt fierte mai mult, ele trebuie sa fie ca matasea, iar celelalte, uscate, trebuie sa fie ''al dente''. Ospatarul s-a uitat la mine ca si cum am dat foc la Coloseum. Incercand sa-si mentina calmul pentru blasfemia pe care tocmai a auzit-o, mi-a raspuns ca toate speghetele sunt facute in fabrica. Eu continui sa ma afund in pacatul initial: da, pentru noi spaghetii sunt toate si am inceput sa rad. El nu radea. Mi-a spus totusi, probabil de dragul bacsisului ca doar fettucini si tortelinii sunt facute in casa. Ok. Nu m-am oprit aici cu intrebarile astea de ''necunoscator''. Am comandat unui alt ospatar, cu acelasi simt al umorului ca si celalalt ''ravioli con gorgonzola'' si el mi-a spus jenat ca nu au ravioli doar tortelinii. Care este diferenta? am intrebat eu. Pai raviolii sunt buzunare umplute cu carne, tortelinii sunt buzunare umplute cu carne dar sunt prinse la spate. Aha, mare diferenta. Noroc ca au fost extrem de bune. Si daca peste aceasta mancare italiana torni cateva picaturi de ulei de masline, totul devine si mai bun, daca este posibil, si iata ca este. Adina si-a comandat de aceasta data o pizza cu fructe de mare. ''La piu bella pizza del mundo'' asa a recomandat-o ospatarul, pe pizza nu pe Adina. Si asa a fost. Spectaculoasa. Aluatul cel mai subtire din lume, cu mozarella, creveti, midii, si acel parmezan-faina divin. Am mai experimentat cateva feluri de pizza si la mall, unde se vindea la felie, la kilogram. Am mancat cu creveti si rucola, cu cartofi(oribila combinatie) si sunca, cu ciuperci si mozarella, cu carne de vita. Cu 6 euro am luat pranzul 2 persoane. Tot in acest mall am putut vedea si alte genuri de pizza, nu prea traditionale: cea care m-a lasat cu gura cascata a fost cea cu cartofi prajiti. Incredibil. Eu nu pot face legatura intre cartofi cu paine. Italienii nu agreaza alte bucatarii in afara de cea autohtona. Cred ca pot numara pe degete cate restaurante indiene si chinezesti am vazut, s-ar putea sa fi vazut in total cam 4, si astea se aflau undeva pe niste stradute laterale, sa nu le raneasca romanilor retina. ''Rotiseriile'', pe limba lor ''poleria'' (adica are de-a face cu puiul) erau in schimb destul de des intalnite. M-am delectat si eu cu astfel de preparat. Cu 2.55 euro puteai savura jumatate de pui bine facut la rotisor. Chiar era delicios, foarte, foarte aromat. Si am ajuns si la cpitolul gelata, sau mai romaneste inghetata. CEA MAI BUNA DIN LUME!!! Am mancat in fiecare zi, de fiecare data alte arome. Erau de toate marimile, pentru toate buzunarele. Un paharel costa incepand de la 1 euro pana la 5 euro. Numai ca ''paharelul'' de 5 euro, cu 5 arome, nu stiu cine l-ar fi putut mnca. Gelata italiana este extrem de consistenta si poate lejer sa tina loc de o masa. Am experimentat de la aromele de mango, ciocolata, pistacio, seminte de pin, pana la melone(adica pepene galben), zupa engleze si preferata mea canoli cu branza ricota. Nimic nu se poate compara cu gelata italiana din Italia. Buonissima!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72I3myplSXksayo2aEp899lUxduoHVPFaS4MRPnIPk8OSWiIohhP-jlXuJgTCfq29t5SVNFQDBArhQgDJvdUghiepj0FusD0qPobuHcFd8QdVXpts8Gni21Xka0Gt1DgINHKawiV5F50/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571331295195985186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72I3myplSXksayo2aEp899lUxduoHVPFaS4MRPnIPk8OSWiIohhP-jlXuJgTCfq29t5SVNFQDBArhQgDJvdUghiepj0FusD0qPobuHcFd8QdVXpts8Gni21Xka0Gt1DgINHKawiV5F50/s400/DSC_0512.JPG" /></a><br /><br />spaghetti cu creveti<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6GKbiyItjcO9RidW5NI50xZiixFtFoSHRWtoL4y9UXSh3xnwSijS3CjElt5Q5QQ7u0t2HJ4igMGeJkv_FZ869-JQx6sDK99jLOGRExvOx5QlHSi9nJrrHXI8xgyLUSgC-PEDsq7rz3k/s1600/DSC_0513.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571330904396680498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6GKbiyItjcO9RidW5NI50xZiixFtFoSHRWtoL4y9UXSh3xnwSijS3CjElt5Q5QQ7u0t2HJ4igMGeJkv_FZ869-JQx6sDK99jLOGRExvOx5QlHSi9nJrrHXI8xgyLUSgC-PEDsq7rz3k/s400/DSC_0513.JPG" /></a><br />gnochi din cartofi cu caracatita<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hinlBrRwvO7ekeEi7lb0eId-KWRmqIRBn2ZyDZBBeBbPctlMPQymc3eHR7sc89ErwCu61Q7SVN-tVzRfgo13dYJcpVC8gcQ9QpMGsBI_cEOOe-mhfXNjabIeCUX-G3SoeXiGzQHFvss/s1600/DSC_0493.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571330647380929266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hinlBrRwvO7ekeEi7lb0eId-KWRmqIRBn2ZyDZBBeBbPctlMPQymc3eHR7sc89ErwCu61Q7SVN-tVzRfgo13dYJcpVC8gcQ9QpMGsBI_cEOOe-mhfXNjabIeCUX-G3SoeXiGzQHFvss/s400/DSC_0493.JPG" /></a><br /><br />pizza cu ciuperci, cu sunca si cartofi si cu creveti si rucola (ultima e dementiala)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3A-3HK7dvWdgurje7HH7XVn-GecpP5sCtUDW59dlltgDUo5U0usOv5OE_e0TnTIgNHA2GPupRFguhMoFTsX4NNBMuga7fTu24kweoMueX_XfhBWugGH-tXJtF0HPJG2lvyov6_jmZ50/s1600/DSC_0292.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571330410599897442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3A-3HK7dvWdgurje7HH7XVn-GecpP5sCtUDW59dlltgDUo5U0usOv5OE_e0TnTIgNHA2GPupRFguhMoFTsX4NNBMuga7fTu24kweoMueX_XfhBWugGH-tXJtF0HPJG2lvyov6_jmZ50/s400/DSC_0292.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />paste cu somon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGd4wUYX8flbLr7AU8PHzGITsCAEm0NA98-pyAdx84EBWMzat-y-CEYQUCoX4xxMDCjTsu7pRpeFbVY3erP_g9Pd3ltQTp8SQIMeBNk3feD1BBbmQWe9PF0A0SCHFA7hC3rgXh7GUrOhI/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571329972418085970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGd4wUYX8flbLr7AU8PHzGITsCAEm0NA98-pyAdx84EBWMzat-y-CEYQUCoX4xxMDCjTsu7pRpeFbVY3erP_g9Pd3ltQTp8SQIMeBNk3feD1BBbmQWe9PF0A0SCHFA7hC3rgXh7GUrOhI/s400/DSC_0293.JPG" /></a><br />fettucine con ragu<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO48TX3_bjXOiNk_J8zb0h5lWRWCb-gd7-EofetCU-yIdM_Pn_PZG3sBNB4jpURjMKyQKxHONQWmX0gJYbDcMuMfnfecP6sJRWCQS769mDKRY5xn1Z84xDZ7RccROvvod3B9B5dYWqvwM/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571329221102292722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO48TX3_bjXOiNk_J8zb0h5lWRWCb-gd7-EofetCU-yIdM_Pn_PZG3sBNB4jpURjMKyQKxHONQWmX0gJYbDcMuMfnfecP6sJRWCQS769mDKRY5xn1Z84xDZ7RccROvvod3B9B5dYWqvwM/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" /></a><br /><br />gelata<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHiiy5wv04RDqnt_pcewccPSciax8hn1KYXOWvlNkpalYoQ9LVstumCYioapjIEtMMH_7538yAt-yE8pCdqyRrxD9LFnQqzOyxH2rObrssP0bujoZJO9xQlpJooWC4BU8yti0S-EUUik/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571328981061294402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHiiy5wv04RDqnt_pcewccPSciax8hn1KYXOWvlNkpalYoQ9LVstumCYioapjIEtMMH_7538yAt-yE8pCdqyRrxD9LFnQqzOyxH2rObrssP0bujoZJO9xQlpJooWC4BU8yti0S-EUUik/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f-UmjePkhNptQfXqa8fTIRz2Mu4egoLe7Y65CHgha9GZYuT5JdVlktbUgiLfgwdi7kePwknfE51b54mUW5iLUI7EMTTGFd_cpK965rqDyk27asB1xziVZN5iME2WJ-c2YeVKDtAlA7I/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571328090359594754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OjFCln7gYHeq6eCF_iBPuVbnMlQKJg-BX0yiWJ_EpRtib3RKNbUwxWuGkKGuKv73u475iecg47MK8bkDVaWZtkEYHMNzXo93HJlhGzw4_HngJfzerp_7V1RKUeAl7gHaOirtvU4J2QE/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" /></a><br />din curtea muzeului Vatican<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vKKaDArKrXqFlUh2B0_0iVIaLAR1h0UhHM9d2_hrlDbz8BNYYlw54ynJfPQR2BFdRFc4WvKIJkrtbQUgO7OHs4HamDWmN1ZLTv9HmfAHp_w8TRF2XxO5ke4BBH4AAx-O-dNXNTJA_78/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571327868711181394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vKKaDArKrXqFlUh2B0_0iVIaLAR1h0UhHM9d2_hrlDbz8BNYYlw54ynJfPQR2BFdRFc4WvKIJkrtbQUgO7OHs4HamDWmN1ZLTv9HmfAHp_w8TRF2XxO5ke4BBH4AAx-O-dNXNTJA_78/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />tot in curtea Vaticanului<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4lNPkYNB2GHgft-ZOESbuiIEYLghvL4S8rsFF_3AJ7WC85gyXcK4RUt1hNzhf9dcS0HKGugzp97iN7aIaLn-M1TLdrZwQbZcCDnQolLcL-rHacG-VUWfm6d833M5dIa2wtz3L34iafo/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571327664493885698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4lNPkYNB2GHgft-ZOESbuiIEYLghvL4S8rsFF_3AJ7WC85gyXcK4RUt1hNzhf9dcS0HKGugzp97iN7aIaLn-M1TLdrZwQbZcCDnQolLcL-rHacG-VUWfm6d833M5dIa2wtz3L34iafo/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHAGx328mNNYhMG3nZ32waffRBD32iSykIFrGZWbcy8WxrQGLBpthEJR0t0sW9UWHERSfcxvd87OFHl3W0aNxkhkN_5KRkhdkQ2XB_dka_Ij0zZBf0sxQOap5RnDHMY57PK0uNbIicnk/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571327201942087218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHAGx328mNNYhMG3nZ32waffRBD32iSykIFrGZWbcy8WxrQGLBpthEJR0t0sW9UWHERSfcxvd87OFHl3W0aNxkhkN_5KRkhdkQ2XB_dka_Ij0zZBf0sxQOap5RnDHMY57PK0uNbIicnk/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" /></a><br /><br />pictura Rafael<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />stanzele lui Rafael<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571326928074074370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSWik3qSXEppMJrv-IeBIYlIqsLDZD_TsTAuRCRaOyFs-MhmI8GIL4XxbooUPXHkuSim_gvIyoBxJ7-gtlqZVrJ1S5yy0pe1gzL7xr54oiK0VfTeXcd0ZNZ955uJmwCq93M0pA-Bv3aU/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SAN PIETRO<br />Aici voi putin subiectiva, dar asta e, este cea mai frumoasa catedrala din lume, si asta pentru a fost atinsa de geniul lui Michelangelo. Am fost mai intai sa vizitam cum era si normal, muzeele Vaticanului. Eu am mai fost o data, dar era exact in vinerea pastelui si era o aglomeratie de am stat o ora jumatate sa intru, iar inauntru toata lumea se misca cu viteza melcului. Acum nu am stat deloc la coada si am putut admira in voie operele celebre ale lui Rafael-superbe-, gradinile interioare ale bazilicii. Dupa ceva timp ajungi la puncul culminant-CAPELA SIXTINA. Iar aici cuvintele incep sa-si piarda din putere. Este incredibil cum un singur om a putut sa creeze o asemenea opera. Este unica in lume si cred in univers. Toata magia simturilor este intrerupta doar de gardienii italieni care rag cat ii tin plamanii si cat pot de des :''no photo''. Este ca o mantra pe care o auzi in permanenta pana la refuz. Eu am facut totusi cateva fotografii in gol, cu aparatul pe genunchi, ca doar noi romanii suntem foarte inventivi. Vizitarea acestei opere este in mod clar unul dintre lucrurile pe care orice om de pe acest pamant ar trebui sa-l faca in aceasta viata. Nu poti cu adevarat intelege geniul uman si faptul ca suntem dumnezeu pana cand nu vezi live ce a putut face un spirit intrupat. Este coplesitor!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlPiUIsjTSf3oqftqD07H3ZdrUBTdw_k6EPytJhZocqAI2oA0-rB2V19_sMTvtT21HW_rYKfRtu9GmSbhdRzEDqotaYWnnl0ew1ozIX8EaUhf7qsJtxZKJtoUVRtl9LlRF9EOIxtdYTQ/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571326715701040626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlPiUIsjTSf3oqftqD07H3ZdrUBTdw_k6EPytJhZocqAI2oA0-rB2V19_sMTvtT21HW_rYKfRtu9GmSbhdRzEDqotaYWnnl0ew1ozIX8EaUhf7qsJtxZKJtoUVRtl9LlRF9EOIxtdYTQ/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" /></a><br /><br />o frumoasa pictura de Francis Bacon in interiorul muzeului de arta moderna din Vatican<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiK6t-DrVof2rT4PC6tY01OpoctMRkiAI-FbGikUXeBKfNt-yP_9ZRFJS3ukzOeUd9-YHPeJ4gfTitnXJjG7cujMyb1cfPYyNqRBSinGo1kBQ_5GS90oiPIFRgIDSqBas5ZPvrXhoahZM/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571326481405285314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiK6t-DrVof2rT4PC6tY01OpoctMRkiAI-FbGikUXeBKfNt-yP_9ZRFJS3ukzOeUd9-YHPeJ4gfTitnXJjG7cujMyb1cfPYyNqRBSinGo1kBQ_5GS90oiPIFRgIDSqBas5ZPvrXhoahZM/s400/DSC_0239.JPG" /></a><br />iadul din Judecata de Apoi<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly5MS0FsYgQMWcmh3DykgK7Ldz5VbCrFZp7WuHmsUfyt0VzVLVwS4Ed-Sjz4uuuEHeRCRdGpBk44yXPYPf5JLkA36JAn9vzf4qJre1gdRwGaOBpzLtj5hGoGBHGuS2Aub_Jk7qbAhCdU/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571326252976158370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly5MS0FsYgQMWcmh3DykgK7Ldz5VbCrFZp7WuHmsUfyt0VzVLVwS4Ed-Sjz4uuuEHeRCRdGpBk44yXPYPf5JLkA36JAn9vzf4qJre1gdRwGaOBpzLtj5hGoGBHGuS2Aub_Jk7qbAhCdU/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Judecata de Apoi -Michelangelo Buonaroti<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />creatia lui Adam<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0ClVG3w4hWnGOzSTRap9BV2HV08EavYmcA1Fesd95_T0pQeJpvjAZC6x_LqBeEVxTlIsEAONsiVRL6ZcN4boCwkxUHHRCNH3GRA5o-kLeprm1ekuuGagiOIC0vZF_NubbnGVnPhyj6g/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571324472743098450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0ClVG3w4hWnGOzSTRap9BV2HV08EavYmcA1Fesd95_T0pQeJpvjAZC6x_LqBeEVxTlIsEAONsiVRL6ZcN4boCwkxUHHRCNH3GRA5o-kLeprm1ekuuGagiOIC0vZF_NubbnGVnPhyj6g/s400/DSC_0255.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />CUPOLA<br />Apo am mers catre cupola bisericii, care se poate vizita. Pentru a ajunge sus, trebuie sa platesti 7 euro daca vrei sa urci cu liftul si 5 euro sa-ti permita sa urci scarile perpedes. Am ales liftul. Si ce bine am facut; nu stiam cate scari ne mai asteapta pana in varful cupolei. Liftul ne-a urcat pana la baza cupolei, de unde am putut vedea interiorul bisericii, cu altarul si baldachinul creat de Bernini. Apoi am inceput sa urcam. Si am urcat si am urcat si am tot urcat pe niste scaricele foarte, foarte mici si inclinate(urmau forma cupolei). La ultima portiune, din cat de mica era latimea scarilor pana atunci, s-a ingustat si mai mult. Atunci ne-am bucurat ca la restaurant nu am mai comandat desertul, nu cred ca mai puteam incapea pe scari. Spatiu mic, intunecat si cu osfoara care probabil ajuta la tragerea persoanelor mai plinute pe scari in sus. Dar la final tot efortul a meritat. Stateam gafaind deasupra Romei, exact in inima orasului. Se percepea si o mica ceata, incepuse si ploaia, dar era totusi frumos. Nici la coborare nu a fost usor dar ne-am sacrificat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_2eQvMtLtbTqN7NYHyt5OWHA2BLkHLOOORJJxxGpeQ4hte5XWeYUmZ-YDXj673OqZs-ipbSt_psGp_FnaYcs4TXhTBNuKhP8FFx4GvQMjUgkXwqMpRKbeyZrsEDZ3OKFJxJqicOeJw8/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571324111820256050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_2eQvMtLtbTqN7NYHyt5OWHA2BLkHLOOORJJxxGpeQ4hte5XWeYUmZ-YDXj673OqZs-ipbSt_psGp_FnaYcs4TXhTBNuKhP8FFx4GvQMjUgkXwqMpRKbeyZrsEDZ3OKFJxJqicOeJw8/s400/DSC_0286.JPG" /></a><br /><br />la intrarea in muzeu Vatican<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BAZILICA SAN PIETRO<br />Cum intri te uiti in partea stanga si vezi PIETA de Michelangelo. O superbete de sculptura. Dorinta lui Michelangelo nu a fost de a fi privita de dupa un geam undeva la 5 metri , dar asta e. Nu prea poti vedea chipul frumos al lui Isus, inca odata, asta e. Bazilica e mare, grandioasa, cupola e frumoasa si de sus si de jos. Undeva in dreapta exista un muzeu al tuturor papilor care au existat incepand cu Petru. Nu am fost. Am fost in schimb, fara sa vrem, la mormantul lui papa Paul. Eu de fapt am tot cautat capela Paulina, unde stim si am tot citit in carti si pe net ca exista doua fresce ale lui Michelangelo.Ca o paranteza, da, sunt obsedata de Michelagniolo si de tot ce a facut el. Am intrebat si cativa italieni care lucrau la muzeele Vatican de aceste fresce, dar m-au privit ca si cum i-as fi intrebat de Van Gogh. Nimeni nu stia nimic. Unii nu auzisera nici macar de capela paulina. In fine, am gasit-o si ce sa vezi: statui si morminte ale papilor. Unde te uitai vedeai numai cavouri. Groaznic. Si la un moment dat am vazut si mormantul celebru al lui Paul al lll-lea. In fata lui statea un calugar in genunchi, cu ochii inchisi, cu mainile impreunate. Asa l-am gasit, asa l-am lasat. Nu stiu ce facea acolo, nu stiu pentru ce se ruga si mai ales de ce la un mormant. In jurul sau toti oamenii prezenti(ei chiar venisera sa viziteze mormantul, nu cred ca era cineva ca noi care sa caute 2 fresce pictate acu 500 de ani) stateau la un metru de calugar, in semn de respect. Noi nu stiam cum sa fugim mai repede de acolo; iubirea pentru arta sau pentru un anumit artist te face sa mergi in locuri foarte ciudate si ridicole.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKHfLjYt2qExWivOUMAfdQPDpi7ewJL-exoj8fsSONsROxgnXIhjjkeY4b32fVS6i_6yJ8edyP9IAsGc1CX-D39S5rYvMdM2EC5WPCixRIueyumxIJGUL5v-mxI2UynB9EqavxH2Rqq8/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571323853704621570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKHfLjYt2qExWivOUMAfdQPDpi7ewJL-exoj8fsSONsROxgnXIhjjkeY4b32fVS6i_6yJ8edyP9IAsGc1CX-D39S5rYvMdM2EC5WPCixRIueyumxIJGUL5v-mxI2UynB9EqavxH2Rqq8/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />la iesirea din muzeu<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCG-dLy-swuTHNFi1KoLciaCLh2YY-2Px3KlmMaMUnMXSMyNxpJvNFboSgPhDHGcm-7gqhI2Mic2xnN4vkczQvx4EFCfw2hCbccaVP0V3l4HKZ65vhYKFgAk66GrAhP6-VgBucatTeb0/s1600/DSC_0297.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571360397354131346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCG-dLy-swuTHNFi1KoLciaCLh2YY-2Px3KlmMaMUnMXSMyNxpJvNFboSgPhDHGcm-7gqhI2Mic2xnN4vkczQvx4EFCfw2hCbccaVP0V3l4HKZ65vhYKFgAk66GrAhP6-VgBucatTeb0/s400/DSC_0297.JPG" /></a><br /><br />costumele garzilor din vatican au fost create de... dupa cum poate toata lumea sa ghiceasca... Michelangelo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxX_Oi4KDKckL2yv1iGnFgB1e-YInXhXiSri3bEeXcpmzz6OzB0SKMDa4b7eBApvHpVwapusxMA1vQK1e9QWln9_A3ShMuxBtxnaMYq4Q4rOnfruAnt4RrRItz-6RVFAZHdyLldQjHHg/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571339622154541762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxX_Oi4KDKckL2yv1iGnFgB1e-YInXhXiSri3bEeXcpmzz6OzB0SKMDa4b7eBApvHpVwapusxMA1vQK1e9QWln9_A3ShMuxBtxnaMYq4Q4rOnfruAnt4RrRItz-6RVFAZHdyLldQjHHg/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />deasupra Romei<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7arSVBZO83nykLH393Xo-eLKmfpa6vs2WgaFj4xaRGgEEO1AkvOM3CRXtCwIJI3g98oZjnBxjVYPskT5S0oKgWvhLcvYWy0703nrflFwZ0GJjac8WhjRwZTv3CqFR-qTdlogXprlrp4/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571322484283884994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7arSVBZO83nykLH393Xo-eLKmfpa6vs2WgaFj4xaRGgEEO1AkvOM3CRXtCwIJI3g98oZjnBxjVYPskT5S0oKgWvhLcvYWy0703nrflFwZ0GJjac8WhjRwZTv3CqFR-qTdlogXprlrp4/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />vedere din Cupola<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Rz_o90vytmxnXZT3-P-i1RwWTIvS7gG7QRvPUXqarrKnYspPr6KPp-C1zT4wuwHHEVD3e3oJBFAoVfZ7xcWMDbJQUPWXTJpG4NHFyGfq5BMwKrLVnvJiMwVXG_AtlaXFlrBbYjkhTr8/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571361893045762914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Rz_o90vytmxnXZT3-P-i1RwWTIvS7gG7QRvPUXqarrKnYspPr6KPp-C1zT4wuwHHEVD3e3oJBFAoVfZ7xcWMDbJQUPWXTJpG4NHFyGfq5BMwKrLVnvJiMwVXG_AtlaXFlrBbYjkhTr8/s400/DSC_0348.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />piazza san pietro vazuta din cupola<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-s8ipz4XxAM2JtFVsLebz2XP5zSZbAgeZ-T2JAaYoNXTA41FOqo4m9W0r-J6KrYiijZ_OcGwp0RAtxRYluSxSZ30psLHPpPHqv_pQZk52tUd9QO5ecOxWlQMLOVlpFivccy0kFyrP2Lg/s1600/DSC_0390.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571010440316929202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-s8ipz4XxAM2JtFVsLebz2XP5zSZbAgeZ-T2JAaYoNXTA41FOqo4m9W0r-J6KrYiijZ_OcGwp0RAtxRYluSxSZ30psLHPpPHqv_pQZk52tUd9QO5ecOxWlQMLOVlpFivccy0kFyrP2Lg/s400/DSC_0390.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83vhOJGx2zdUIfoSlNtVfKE7ulM3Gi3b1BhmjP1XNeC-1FHAiAsDlGnItFe1kA3LUG1rVca6fovuwXKNv-OTmYHpGknwl2Jx3_6rKyzvyz-ayYvMM4rLJfM2fO0I6BzYfrs_hfQmMALI/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571007166654682162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83vhOJGx2zdUIfoSlNtVfKE7ulM3Gi3b1BhmjP1XNeC-1FHAiAsDlGnItFe1kA3LUG1rVca6fovuwXKNv-OTmYHpGknwl2Jx3_6rKyzvyz-ayYvMM4rLJfM2fO0I6BzYfrs_hfQmMALI/s400/DSC_0303.JPG" /></a><br />in interiorul cupolei<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqrOJiocrJzB9IBsagcdmUeLali_xi6PkQMxOBxkFodxbnehImg_IcyomS6XVXCwr__IuLtTw2qRhIaRIrfPkJKt-J6JnZbMO2u8Zn0CMIuYEm3WLXlgkTYFk6sjCwV-xYxW-SOF9pU0/s1600/DSC_0306.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571004585963446610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqrOJiocrJzB9IBsagcdmUeLali_xi6PkQMxOBxkFodxbnehImg_IcyomS6XVXCwr__IuLtTw2qRhIaRIrfPkJKt-J6JnZbMO2u8Zn0CMIuYEm3WLXlgkTYFk6sjCwV-xYxW-SOF9pU0/s400/DSC_0306.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MOSE<br />Se afla in bzilica San Petro in Vincoli, aproape de Colosseo. Spre surprinderea mea, intrarea a fost gratuita. Chiar nu ma asteptam la asa ceva din partea italienilor, dar a fost o surpriza placuta. Cum intri in biserica, din partea dreapta te intampina privirea ''blanda'' a lui Moise, una dintre cele mai frumoase opere de arta ale omenirii. Am fost atat de fascinata si de bucuroasa de faptul ca ma aflam in fata lui Moise, incat am uitat complet ca aceasta sculptura face parte dintr-un celebru proiect pentru cavoul familiei Medici. Dupa cinci munite am observat si celelalte sculpturi care alcatuiesc acest maret proiect, nedus la bun sfarsit de catre Michelangelo. Nu pot sa spun decat zuberb.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3rIxarzpOQ6jf_MM7yQfdvEhfRAjIHKHQzEZQAMvRZ4fFakoW7UUB7Vki3amhrtChA4v5bb6LPf3e2E_wtAup0fIicHL6Bbb5lC6h6zfX6AaIMNs_bYPuXsOxo0yn1KL5t4wlvg3VL4/s1600/DSC_0310.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571002751064207362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3rIxarzpOQ6jf_MM7yQfdvEhfRAjIHKHQzEZQAMvRZ4fFakoW7UUB7Vki3amhrtChA4v5bb6LPf3e2E_wtAup0fIicHL6Bbb5lC6h6zfX6AaIMNs_bYPuXsOxo0yn1KL5t4wlvg3VL4/s400/DSC_0310.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />cupola de foarte aproape<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KAqlB7NuQpZBo3hd3PDEvi2xxDB58Me-RJgWAtMTK0NHAQ2y183Qvx0FNStqGjqQ3UBQAwDU-mnnj72hNGeNadpcykGOx2odITa5mZiBlugxYm8B1MEnYJcgsfVnSyFcSaYaihX33WE/s1600/DSC_0324.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571000849381814274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KAqlB7NuQpZBo3hd3PDEvi2xxDB58Me-RJgWAtMTK0NHAQ2y183Qvx0FNStqGjqQ3UBQAwDU-mnnj72hNGeNadpcykGOx2odITa5mZiBlugxYm8B1MEnYJcgsfVnSyFcSaYaihX33WE/s400/DSC_0324.JPG" /></a><br /><br />baldachinul proiectat de Bernini vazut din cupola<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-X0xabsRn6C0hY3jx2IEDqwCUPTmxJZKC_aivf2WaHAPJBLqVveC4g70j2_4qgZqu9yy9kq84_mWZqVmo0xwaIKjXW6ySQBFh2rVRFFSjsn1tU7yCFQXmicMXm0UuZXSLsKPRuZOI-U/s1600/DSC_0399.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570995487836737538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-X0xabsRn6C0hY3jx2IEDqwCUPTmxJZKC_aivf2WaHAPJBLqVveC4g70j2_4qgZqu9yy9kq84_mWZqVmo0xwaIKjXW6ySQBFh2rVRFFSjsn1tU7yCFQXmicMXm0UuZXSLsKPRuZOI-U/s400/DSC_0399.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />in bazilica san pietro<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtln34CV0V3MXhbn_jjd-gZWpjAzOx4_k98ulVgnBpZlyssZLyWAKakmozGx2fFyB6kVVRMdE1ad1SwzK4UiOcWxs57wHhGIpZQEQMcB3-9jFEdF2KSwznlHIX-E7iIvCFuI0K3cA60ZU/s1600/DSC_0440.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991500612099698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtln34CV0V3MXhbn_jjd-gZWpjAzOx4_k98ulVgnBpZlyssZLyWAKakmozGx2fFyB6kVVRMdE1ad1SwzK4UiOcWxs57wHhGIpZQEQMcB3-9jFEdF2KSwznlHIX-E7iIvCFuI0K3cA60ZU/s400/DSC_0440.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0j7QYVBbe4Xz3HgSqXgIcrQm1LM3t1pJ_JXWvF0hsARCyH9P4D2aKzpVLNGroaI5fxxiGgzD7UfaamVbxJslTk8pqPzqCdWyXTLL1SL6K8M_CjtiZbOsWqWvliPxPskco0L3Y12862G0/s1600/DSC_0396.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570990362817857650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0j7QYVBbe4Xz3HgSqXgIcrQm1LM3t1pJ_JXWvF0hsARCyH9P4D2aKzpVLNGroaI5fxxiGgzD7UfaamVbxJslTk8pqPzqCdWyXTLL1SL6K8M_CjtiZbOsWqWvliPxPskco0L3Y12862G0/s400/DSC_0396.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Peta- Michelangelo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxZAX45X0vyxjcRUZfNZcg0K44PTia_8fuDFFm-4mnUcifzkFrOO4IJf14txAuz_mZgBUH68FSpYwvD5KR4ECLLrJw4G-CuWR186yhlDIt6IWB7iKCCj1j4wbp4FH9ha5tkJzCM49Umw/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984734346474770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4iQzg_b5snXbxPeFTbE2C4qybH61fmCfMtKcLMyORWqCzxe5iN6BwKgbkwbO0ORKlgdzj0eo9vYh-S7Wn15O3aDdA1J7uHCRegVwgU4hI6leaXnc60Z93YWkr-b7iOFeUpDP7tNqXro/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSja0aW4BKuX4iukFUEtjHXKWT3ujlMKbjQWKX8EkycBS51CUrnAMJqqhXmEaSvVO6-1hzwUGn1oAUVUV42BhML2KxxwBRx8fisJ2uHonH6lZq4Z_swLRnuq6ea2AU5PiYDJCPXwGD1Yk/s1600/DSC_0691.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981310374573298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSja0aW4BKuX4iukFUEtjHXKWT3ujlMKbjQWKX8EkycBS51CUrnAMJqqhXmEaSvVO6-1hzwUGn1oAUVUV42BhML2KxxwBRx8fisJ2uHonH6lZq4Z_swLRnuq6ea2AU5PiYDJCPXwGD1Yk/s400/DSC_0691.JPG" /></a> Mose de Michelangelo evident<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASvwWWrofNNKpEfNZOhvXZ03tOulv6JFxaCjkpdNh-VNdtZMBihx4-LE-gH6e73Jool_PHe67rnxBzVi0hj1yNENPwx5Ix05baPpKZApRhLlgEfaqsZffZTozksjPE3GoatRjexVaH_8/s1600/DSC_0698.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570973216334648466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASvwWWrofNNKpEfNZOhvXZ03tOulv6JFxaCjkpdNh-VNdtZMBihx4-LE-gH6e73Jool_PHe67rnxBzVi0hj1yNENPwx5Ix05baPpKZApRhLlgEfaqsZffZTozksjPE3GoatRjexVaH_8/s400/DSC_0698.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-71734915758054275302011-01-09T11:18:00.000-08:002011-01-09T11:47:33.966-08:00TO-ilet or not TO-ilet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS3UZ1ASCX0coB95TZOlgnZo7hbLPhNgTdG6kQKHyt4Ymz6h8-QjDdliFxDF0FDd1yGPBUbUKZSBgui7yDwIUAA3APxxe4D5R_pdROSL8AftbIru_dIwmoaWBV8VnRe2ZP-WDL_7OMP8/s1600/toilet-paper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560274905872545010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS3UZ1ASCX0coB95TZOlgnZo7hbLPhNgTdG6kQKHyt4Ymz6h8-QjDdliFxDF0FDd1yGPBUbUKZSBgui7yDwIUAA3APxxe4D5R_pdROSL8AftbIru_dIwmoaWBV8VnRe2ZP-WDL_7OMP8/s400/toilet-paper.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Viata asta pe pamant este ca o toaleta: uneori trebuie sa impingi, alteori trebuie sa tragi si uneori trebuie sa tii mana intinsa si sa astepti...sa curga apa. Subiectul ''toaletele din strainatate'' m-a amuzat intotdeauna si am auzit o multime de istorisiri. M-am decis sa fac un top 5 - cele mai frumoase si recomandabile astfel de locuri si top 5 in care nu cumva sa...nu cumva sa. Nu am fost decat in cateva tari, dar m-am gandit ca aceste topuri se vor up-data mereu si voi avea intotdeauna material de comentat. Deci sa incepem cu partea frumoasa. </div><br /><div>Pe locul 5 din toaletele recomandate se afla cea din parcul de langa Rijksmuseum din Amserdam. Deci langa celebrul museu Rijksmuseum care adaposteste si mai celebrul tablou ''Rondul de noapte'' al lui Rembrandt, se afla un parculet cu semnul ''I AMsterdam''(oricine viziteaza orasul xxx trece si prin acest loc, chiar daca nu intra in muzeu). In dreapta semnului cu pricina se afla un bar extrem de frumusel, cu poze ale artistilor. Cand cobori in jos, vorba poetului, dai de o toaleta inedita: usile cabinelor sunt transparente... Un biletel lipit pe tocul usii ma informa ca odata ce intri pentru diverse activitati, transparenta se va transforma in opacitate. A trebuit sa-i cred pe cuvant. In cabina moderna era inclusa si chiuveta cu toate cele. Intr-adevar se opaciza intr-un anumit grad, numai ca miscarile majore ale corpului tot se puteau distinge, mai ales daca erai imbracat in alb. Experienta cu usile transparente m-a costat 50 eurocenti, dar a meritat. Cand ieseai(se putea si cand intrai daca nu te grabeai) puteai cumpara diverse suveniruri cu I AMsterdam din locul de unde plateai serviciul prestat. Totusi nu mi se pare o idee prea buna sa-ti cumperi un tricou cu Amsterdam dintr-un astfel de loc. Eu mereu imi amintesc de unde imi cumpar suvenirurile. </div><br /><div>Locul 4 se acorda Muzeului d`Orsay din Paris. Spatiu, civilizatie, hartie(este important, credeti-ma), elegant. Bronzul il primeste un restaurant londonez numit ''Yo-Sushi'', cu specific japonez, undeva pe Oxford Street (exista 23 de restaurante in Londra). Este cu adevarat impresionanta. Nu m-a impresionat neaparat cabina care era imaculata ci chiuveta care era din granit, iar scurgerea era formata dintr-o fanta intre doua pante de acest material minunat. Cred ca am stat aproximativ 5 minute uitandu-ma doar cum curge apa. Frumos. </div><br /><div>Argintul ramane tot in Londra pentru imensul si luxosul si fara de cuvinte mall-ul numit ''Westfield''. Se afla la parter, este imensa, miroase foarte frumos. Este extrem de inalta si are multe incaperi: era sa intru in camera pentru ingrijire a copilului, care arata ca o camera de hotel de 5 stele. La capitolul curatenie nu am cuvinte. Pe un perete erau automate cu prezervative, absorbante , la preturi de 3 ori mai mari. Deh, sant necesitati ce nu suporta amanare...</div><div>Aud tobele cum suna pentru a anunta locul 1 al toaletelor cele mai frumoase. </div><div> </div><div>Locul 1 si marele premiu al juriului se acorda magazinului ''Harrods'', bineinteles tot din Londra. Se pare ca londonezii au un talent special in a face omul sa se simta bine pe ''tron'', doar te afli in tara regala. Este adevarat ca trebuie sa cauti ceva timp toaleta in magazin (este construit ca un labirint, noi am cautat mai mult de 10 minute iesirea) dar merita. Nici nu aveam nevoie sa vizitez ''locul'' dar trebuia sa vedem cum este. Am intrat si uau... cuvintele nu pot exprima ce vezi cand intri. Totul este de o eleganta tipic engeleasca. Daca nu stii ca te afli intr-o toaleta, zici ca poate ai intrat intr-un muzeu. Totul iti aminteste de o epoca demult apusa, robinetele aurii, usile apartin secolului al 18-lea. Cand inca mai admiram tavanul si usile si podeaua, ochii mi-au cazut peste masuta din fata chiuvetei. Si am ramas uimita. Erau cateva sticlute cu parfumuri frantuzesti din<br />cele mai scumpe si celebre, de la Dolce&Gabbana, Chanel pana la Paco Rabanne si Gucci. Toate de dama. Ne-am intrebat desigur daca ar exista si la noi astfel de exponate date in folosinta publicului larg, cam cat ar rezista pe masuta. Cu adevarat impresionant. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2wNATG2p55Hvfyh_i3_WtewXXpmev1UdeGQJ7OIptGNW36XsHIhTAeQrKb2tIhUGgr-lJlrzca4S-ZvQU0FJ59YMI1-1dGoJztgH7Pt6MnaVLmxJa24KG-meba2DX5QkF1gICZla1YA/s1600/imagesCAJCI0EX.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 331px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560274724352824754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2wNATG2p55Hvfyh_i3_WtewXXpmev1UdeGQJ7OIptGNW36XsHIhTAeQrKb2tIhUGgr-lJlrzca4S-ZvQU0FJ59YMI1-1dGoJztgH7Pt6MnaVLmxJa24KG-meba2DX5QkF1gICZla1YA/s400/imagesCAJCI0EX.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>As acorda un premiu special unei toalete despre care am citit (deocamdata, caci este in plan), in cartea lui Costin Stefan ''Jurnalul unui vagabond prin lume''. Acest domn a fost in Dubai, orasul luxului prin excelenta si desigur a trebuit sa viziteze si ''Burj al Arab''. Daca veti citi cartea veti afla si cum puteti intra in celebrul hotel si lua ''dupa buget'' masa sau doar un coktail in restaurantul de la inaltime. Caci vizitarea lui este interzisa pentru ca deranja oaspetii.La toaleta respectivului restaurant am citit ca dincolo de curatenia imaculata, exista o persoana care dupa spalarea mainilor iti ofera un prosop cald umed pentru a te improspata. Si acum din inaltimile luxului sa coboram pentru a descrie cele 5 toalete in care nu va doresc sa ajungeti.Sigur ca mai sunt si toalete intermediare, obisnuite din punct de vedere al civilizatiei si curateniei dar simpatice prin imprejurari. Le oferim cel putin o mentiune.De exemplu la Notre-Dame din Paris, in dreapta catedralei veti observa niste scari care coboara si oameni care se grabesc pentru a se putea apoi bucura de peisajele superbe ale Parisului fara nici o presiune. In interior exista desigur o coada(sunt multi, multi, multi vizitatori ai acestui obiectiv turistic parizian) civilizata si o persoana care ajuta la fluidizarea ''traficului''. Nu mi-as fi putut inchipui o astfel de profesie. Dar exista o persoana care bate din palme si striga catre cel care urmeaza ''Allez, allez, allez!!!!"<br />Interesant. O alta mentiune o obtine marele mall parizian ''Galeriile LaFayette'', nu <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PrGFNPoRFJFtxnNBlyFds_DdEN4yQq3akRSEt3BipqDSo_vKPwUKPodVPR_pNK60NUixTF0_ef5EkND8V4Eomi2a6IOia7V8Pn9TWcmmGFwwA8t245S6bHFygsEMP3xff9nYYirixVA/s1600/funny-toilet-plates08.jpg"></a>este oribil, dar nici frumos nu-i. A fost o mare dezamagire.Acum trecem la partea mai putin roza a situatiei.</div><br /><div>Locul 5 in topul rusinii il ocupa un restaurant cu specific mexican din Amsterdam. Mancarea a fost excelenta, dar toaleta era undeva pe niste scari sinucigase, aflate in spirala. Scarile erau atat de stramte si de ''in ac de par'' incat a durat 10 minute sa cobor cateva dintre ele. Odata ajunsa jos(nu era decat un singur etaj) am intrat in baie. Stupoare, nu putea inchide usa. Nu, usa nu era defecta, nu era nimic in neregula cu ea, ci spatiul nu-mi permitea acest lucru. Am stat tot timpul cu fata lipita de usa. Incredibil.<br />Locul 4 il ocupa gara din Torino. In primul rand cam in toata Italia acest ''serviciu'' se plateste si uneori este cam scump. Pretul este de 80 de eurocenti. Se poate intra si fara a plati dar trebuie sa fii foarte rapid si cunoscator al mecanismelor italiene si...roman.(eu nu am intrat fraudulos, nu pentru ca nu am putut ci pentru ca mereu aveam cate un rucsac in spate, care imi putea ingreuna intrarea) Ramanem in Italia pentru medalia de bronz care se acorda toaletei din statia de metro ''il Duomo'' din Milano. Din cate imi amintesc am platit cam 25 de eurocenti(orice se plateste in Italia). Era o cabina dintr-un metal groaznic. Am introdus fisele, s-a deschis usa si am intrat. Oribil este putin spus. Cred ca am inregistrat si un record de timp atunci, pentru ca aveam impresia ca in orice moment va veni un val de apa peste mine.Asa se curata aceste bude(ca toalete nu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdNzBimlXAxmeZc_5uUeY12rXPk7ldzKtBXlAWdPO6ps4lA49qbBERbfAvaXgEi3J-ETThGU-ERv_iBM7iGjTgOqFqaz3mBHmdhtoYTCFBSu3JXJdrlXE5SEGJCqobeQnVyBZWLBTKGU/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560274532229816322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdNzBimlXAxmeZc_5uUeY12rXPk7ldzKtBXlAWdPO6ps4lA49qbBERbfAvaXgEi3J-ETThGU-ERv_iBM7iGjTgOqFqaz3mBHmdhtoYTCFBSu3JXJdrlXE5SEGJCqobeQnVyBZWLBTKGU/s400/19.jpg" /></a> sunt). Am iesit cu viteza luminii, mai ales ca imi era frica de acele usi care se puteau deschide in orice clipa, sau, mai rau, nu se vor deschide multe, multe ore. </div><br /><div>Argintul merge in Franta, in oraselul(comuna mai degraba) Vernon. In gara exista un fel de cabina exterioara unde, ca si la metroul italian, bagi cateva fise, cred ca echivalentul a 35 de eurocenti, si intri...daca poti. Eu nici nu am incercat, nu pentru ca nu as fi vrut, ci pentru ca trebuia sa ai fisele exacte si eu nu aveam decat bancnote. Dar stand pe o banca, am vazut un grup de trei tineri care s-au apropiat curajosi de locatia respectiva. Au introdus cu succes fisele si s-a deschis usa... Grupul era format din doua fete si un baiat. Fetele aproape au lesinat, iar baiatul a exclamat in engleza ''Uau, exact ca in India''. Dar nu au mai intrat. Si iata cum se face legatura cu locul 1, toaletele din India. Aici este nevoie de un intreg capitol.<br />Este ceva de nedescris, dar voi incerca. Urmatoarele randuri nu sunt recomandate persoanelor cardiace, diabetice si care se sperie usor.Toaleta indiana se intinde pe intreg teritoriul tarii. Oamenii isi fac nevoile fizice in natura, in drumul catre locul de munca sau in timpul unei plimbari. Este foarte comod, intru-cat lenjeria intima nu exista(i-ar incomoda mult de tot, nu mai zic ca spalatul acestora ar fi o tragedie)iar roba sau sari-ul pe care il poarta ii ajuta. Se procedeaza astfel(am vazut la cativa metri de mine un calugar tibetan exemplificandu-mi tehnica fara ca eu sa doresc sa asist la un asemenea spectacol): deci, daca in drumul tau catre locul sfant in acest caz pestera iluminarii lui Buddha, simti o usoara presiune a ''besicii udului'', te indepartezi la cativa centrimetri de carare(asta pentru ca era vreun calugar cu un rang mai inalt pentru ca indienii obisnuiti nu se mai preocupa cu astfel de detalii), te asezi pe vine si in timp ce admiri peisajul muntos, te eliberezi de tot ce nu te mai ajuta. Dupa care te ridici ca si cum nimic nu s-a intamplat si iti continui linistit pelerinajul. Misterul hartiei il luasem la cunostinta inca de la intrarea in tara, la primul hotel, de unde lipsea cu desavarsire. La o prima privire de ansamblu nu am vazut decat o galetusa, niste robinete extrem de inalte, fara dus delimitat(deci daca faceai un dus apa era emanata in toata acea incapere-adica peste toate obiectele)si atat. La intrebarea noastra normala ni s-a parut noua ''la ce foloseste acea galetusa si unde este hartia igienica?",<br />desi raspunsul este inclus in intrebare, ni s-a comunicat ca in India nu se foloseste sistemul igienic de stergere ci de spalare, iata si utilitatea galetusei. Totusi la rugamintile noastre puternice s-au gasit totusi cateva suluri de hartie, cred ca le aveau undeva intr-un depozit pentru turisti din astia mofturosi care nu inteleg adevarata igiena si sunt rezistenti l<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1mhLdhPmFFxJJGR6GGUXUorGt8UKS5f3R-Q0G8Jr2pRbVYh_9yJrDmM7KQolQtFlGFsId7Yde21Bpja2AyB4OZqruHUZ_4xs0RgqC4gOQL302X9mLwed0-6g-i4vjQnj_e2r74r1CF8/s1600/toilet-signs003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560274068494043330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1mhLdhPmFFxJJGR6GGUXUorGt8UKS5f3R-Q0G8Jr2pRbVYh_9yJrDmM7KQolQtFlGFsId7Yde21Bpja2AyB4OZqruHUZ_4xs0RgqC4gOQL302X9mLwed0-6g-i4vjQnj_e2r74r1CF8/s400/toilet-signs003.jpg" /></a>a schimbare. Intru-cat am calatorit mult cu autocarul in India(sa zicem ca era autocar, dar ma indoiesc)din New Delhi pana in Bodhgaya, am putut observa si alte toalete care mai improvizate, care<br />mai ''moderne''. Cum am mers mai mult de 24 de ore cu acea masina care se dezmembra, din cand in cand se mai faceau opriri la cerere. Ai zice ca pe o asemenea suprafata de mare a acestei tari, ai gasi un loc pustiu intre localitati, intre sate, un loc pentru putea sa te desfasori intr-o anumita siguranta si intimitate. Cred ca la poporul indian cuvantul intimitate nu exista. Nu cred ca am vazut vreun loc in care sa nu existe cel putin 3-4 indieni. Pe niste pustietati incredibile, vedeai cate un indian la 6 dimineata cum sta pe vine si contempla poate soarele, pe Buddha, nu stiu. Noi am oprit la un fel de atelier de mecanica/restaurant/ceainarie, unde am auzit un alt fel de denumire pentru incaperea cu pricina. Ghidul ne-a anuntat ca se opreste. Toaleta era in aer liber, intr-o bezna cat cuprindeai cu ochii. Toaleta este numai pentru fete curajoase, intru-cat barbatii se puteau desfasura si pe langa autocar. Nici acum nu imi explic cum m-am putut indeparta la cativa metri de acea constructie, in acel intuneric, cred ca inca nu stiam de existenta anumitor animale cu care curand aveam sa fac cunostinta.Ma refer la soareci si la fratii lor mai mari. O alta manifestare interesanta a avut loc intr-o gara din India, unde, in asteptarea trenului care a durat nu mai putin de 7 ore intr-un frig inuman, am putut fi martorii unor performance-uri unice. Noi stateam si ne pazeam bagajele pe un peron, iar indienii erau intinsi pe jos, acoperiti de o patura si uneori adormeau, alteori se uitau la noi, si noi si mai uimiti la ei. La un moment dat am vazut ca dintr-un grup de indieni se desprinde un barbat, se apropie de limita peronului, face pipi, dupa care isi continua linistit conversatia. La acest moment in calatoria noastra acest lucru nu ne-a mai mirat, ne obisnuisem, dar a urmat ceva care nu mai vazusem pana atunci. O mama cu un copil(fata) din acelasi grup se apropie de peron, isi ajuta copilul sa...ma intelegeti, dupa care ia un pahar cu apa, apala copilul in ''zona'' si se alatura din nou grupului. Tin sa mentionez ca temperatura aerului era extrem de scazuta, iar copilul era imbracat numai intr-o rochita subtirica si acum era si ud tot. Cand am ajund in Varanasi am mers la un restaurant de 5 stele, adica aici nu am vazut nici un soarec pe jos(asa cum am vazut in celelalte). Si inevitabil vine si timpul cand trebuie sa vizitez locul cu pricina. Restaurantul se afla la etajul 5 sau 6 iar toaleta(mult spus) era undeva pe terasa, in aer liber. Intru cu greu din cauza spatiului care nu prea exista. Hartia desigur lipsea. In timp ce ''fluierai'' puteai observa o frumoasa panorama a orasului, intru-cat peretele din fata nu era decat de cativa centrimetri. Oricum este b<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4RL8jZTSRo4jeeXoaZDVwX83brW5jiQt3053sJYLzIU7NnhBXN8KL2RaHSN7GxKhQIMS31CoJgm05tWLN7HJsuzSp5uK1gIB4QDrN02d-hWC22gHMYjBa4xTqZlm20k3b9DhFN1UUXo/s1600/toilet-signs001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560273520814584418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4RL8jZTSRo4jeeXoaZDVwX83brW5jiQt3053sJYLzIU7NnhBXN8KL2RaHSN7GxKhQIMS31CoJgm05tWLN7HJsuzSp5uK1gIB4QDrN02d-hWC22gHMYjBa4xTqZlm20k3b9DhFN1UUXo/s400/toilet-signs001.jpg" /></a>ine sa fii in natura in astfel de momente. Dupa astfel de experiente, din pura intamplare, in drumul nostru am dat peste un hotel si restaurant de 5 stele unde am fost sa vizitam ceea ce ne interesa. Era cu adevarat de 5 stele caci avea si taxa de lux. A fost pentru prima data in India cand am vazut hartie, nu pot sa spun cat de tare ne-am bucurat, parca am vazut-o pe mama. S-a creat o isterie<br />pozitiva in grup. A fost de neuitat. Aceasi impresie am trait-o si in aeroportul extrem de luxos din New Delhi, care dupa aparente nu zici ca apartine Indiei. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-38520828412866509982010-12-07T21:48:00.000-08:002011-01-09T23:45:25.391-08:00MUSEE DU LOUVREMuzeul Louvre din Paris, sper ca nu are nevoie de nici o prezentare. Este unul dintre cele mai mari si mai frumoase muzee din lume. Este extrem de impresionant si din exterior si din interior. Se afla in centrul Parisului, in arondismentul 1(Parisul este impartit in 16 arondismente pozitionate concentric), aproximativ langa celebra zona Vendome(unde se aflahotelul Ritz). Se poate ajunge foarte usor cu linia de metro 1(galbena) la statia Palais Royal Musee du Louvre. Biletul de intrare este de 9 euro, dar miercurea si vinerea dupa orele 18.00 poati plati doar 6 euro, asta daca nu doresti sa vizitezi si Sala Napoleon in care au loc expozitii temporare, care mai costa cativa euro(nu stiu cati pentru ca de fiecare data cand am fost la louvre nu erau expozitii temporare care sa-mi atraga atentia). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpCRT9ZeqOB1EvTabXCYbyrarKolr_lZnlqJ_K9s3S0Dz1Mgpw4kq_LF7ZMV6xvymID4Xyv-4TwmEhhCrg9yZEqdxnxim2e4Dyf2zzcMPdNI9Dhud-5IrTDWKedHGDCZYubRJHQllyMs/s1600/louvre-map-2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548200163815483186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpCRT9ZeqOB1EvTabXCYbyrarKolr_lZnlqJ_K9s3S0Dz1Mgpw4kq_LF7ZMV6xvymID4Xyv-4TwmEhhCrg9yZEqdxnxim2e4Dyf2zzcMPdNI9Dhud-5IrTDWKedHGDCZYubRJHQllyMs/s400/louvre-map-2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNwr-a6ce9kyql6JcUsQ7hg3Kha8nJHWys2ZGX1eeJ6uWGcUxCKE4s4nrVuHJqGGH2GfdWsAn3wDJaA_YnRlrlD3hckvWKkCi4R8lKWEk0wA4F5QJWg-aQuZFoMAq78Bv6HQFhJl2LCw/s1600/louvre-map.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548200058252061474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNwr-a6ce9kyql6JcUsQ7hg3Kha8nJHWys2ZGX1eeJ6uWGcUxCKE4s4nrVuHJqGGH2GfdWsAn3wDJaA_YnRlrlD3hckvWKkCi4R8lKWEk0wA4F5QJWg-aQuZFoMAq78Bv6HQFhJl2LCw/s400/louvre-map.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Dupa ce intri in holul muzeului prin impresionanta piramida(unde se face si un mic control pentru siguranta), te gasesti intr-un imens spatiu elegant, foarte bine organizat, cu toate informatiile necesare. Exista multe aparate de la care iti poti alege orice bilet doresti sa cumperi, fara a mai sta inutil la coada. Dupa achizitionarea biletelor corespunzatoare te indrepti catre una dintre cele trei aripi ale muzeului: Richelieu, Sully si Denon. Sa le luam pe rand. Aripa Denon contine picturi italiene si spaniole, picturi franceze din secolul al 19-lea, Galeriile lui Apollon, diamantele Coroanei si colectia de bijuterii, sculpturi italiene, spaniole si din nordul Europei, antichitati grecesti, etrusce si romane, Egiptul antic, arta din Asia, Oceania si din Americi. Ca sa fim mai expliciti aici puteti admira la etajul intai ''Pluta meduzei'' de Gericault; ''Nunta din Cana Galileei'' de Veronese; coroana incoronarii; ''Victoria din Samothrace'' (este pe un hol); si celebra ''Monalisa'' a lui eonardo daVinci; la parter se pot admira ''sclavii'' lui Michelangelo care sunt superbi.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2cT9nMG3S2YXT8-mNbhrrrahFJUAiD8Tc-7GDdmOtYCYhngI3dUS5dPhAmxExO-NcrxPyon2Ppi0fuRSE8bnjR7GO1G8EOypgT69LjDGflker47oMRG2QgkDkf4XSmxneXPybJqpHZ0/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194702689440274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2cT9nMG3S2YXT8-mNbhrrrahFJUAiD8Tc-7GDdmOtYCYhngI3dUS5dPhAmxExO-NcrxPyon2Ppi0fuRSE8bnjR7GO1G8EOypgT69LjDGflker47oMRG2QgkDkf4XSmxneXPybJqpHZ0/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdCphcevMqUsKmXsDd3dXh7G5kXUKE0h200odxIoj1Qd1QASzFnO2kZo5XatYUnXtuxMhIwfB1Ecb9x1OMiaiy2m-gapqqOUmrACNTn3HlgEHyF5XiPwFOPi6YQF_7adf382-btPNn1s/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194627484200882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdCphcevMqUsKmXsDd3dXh7G5kXUKE0h200odxIoj1Qd1QASzFnO2kZo5XatYUnXtuxMhIwfB1Ecb9x1OMiaiy2m-gapqqOUmrACNTn3HlgEHyF5XiPwFOPi6YQF_7adf382-btPNn1s/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsHUF39v8GIqkAj9Wa5KdDdduDmsP8LF5ily_fgrI0YmpXfBnk4cKAxMgEXi8qfh-zUga33SmOjaDcoF8bxu-nBmm-GqDxTnmptUQpRtHN8U6PRD7YzqvSxTXXDro3iM4jFmh9CA_zos/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194558723236738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsHUF39v8GIqkAj9Wa5KdDdduDmsP8LF5ily_fgrI0YmpXfBnk4cKAxMgEXi8qfh-zUga33SmOjaDcoF8bxu-nBmm-GqDxTnmptUQpRtHN8U6PRD7YzqvSxTXXDro3iM4jFmh9CA_zos/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhJpEDTmhpVeEqgnZDB7OTk806RVBMS7RbcfhsSdh5Nl2PfMqcMs9V0LuKGO6Bg5fESHXMU_MahyTol_MuHLhwk_0Pe5LEJcVstBJNq8ZpRHBzCqnPy9njloTK0iH78ThVwbGsDY0J04/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194475849645074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhJpEDTmhpVeEqgnZDB7OTk806RVBMS7RbcfhsSdh5Nl2PfMqcMs9V0LuKGO6Bg5fESHXMU_MahyTol_MuHLhwk_0Pe5LEJcVstBJNq8ZpRHBzCqnPy9njloTK0iH78ThVwbGsDY0J04/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Aripa Richelieu cuprinde picturile fanceze din secolele 14-17; picturile germane, flamande si olandeze; artele decorative(renasterea, secolele 17 si 19); apartamentele lui Napoleon; sculpturi franceze; Mesopotamia si Iranul antic; artele islamului. Astfel puteti vedea la etajul 2 : ''Autoportret'' de Durer, camera Rubens; ''Astronomul'' de Vermeer; la etajul 1 sunt apartamentele lui Napoleon.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HSud_MeanBIiM62-un0EsI73Lixhd_3opLO4khUB5MPb7kyvFRhG9onIjYxxOoB5_AzqYkUd3C-Uefer9eBhzGKqHLr5zOW_-j2t9it34OUAz8Oos1UZIjQNX5HzCsce4I-SrhW3uO4/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194405760193410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HSud_MeanBIiM62-un0EsI73Lixhd_3opLO4khUB5MPb7kyvFRhG9onIjYxxOoB5_AzqYkUd3C-Uefer9eBhzGKqHLr5zOW_-j2t9it34OUAz8Oos1UZIjQNX5HzCsce4I-SrhW3uO4/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" /></a><br />Egiptul antic<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBUEnMFoXH6oGLn_0nYxtwchqY4xPDv4S164r46BOKiA5UqaC_4xUnmtTzetJFXVlEAM-swt-tnQLQBjUH6UhAz6Pf6Usr-jPIHGLdvcGD3Pla1jPxA3DECa6z_KiIQxo0U65zGZpyCE/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194326580491298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBUEnMFoXH6oGLn_0nYxtwchqY4xPDv4S164r46BOKiA5UqaC_4xUnmtTzetJFXVlEAM-swt-tnQLQBjUH6UhAz6Pf6Usr-jPIHGLdvcGD3Pla1jPxA3DECa6z_KiIQxo0U65zGZpyCE/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ingres<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hisUcMC8QqW-mLVvV0_SpxaZcSAHf9bL5IO-JE8CA55_tiSHhqK73j8O8u12bW_ocCoFBWLHyU50jvhTLD1PwI5QK9knSRRwSTq7e17ENAFiOW2wP1UqdTbaOv9m767rNC5C3HOEiWg/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194248980011746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hisUcMC8QqW-mLVvV0_SpxaZcSAHf9bL5IO-JE8CA55_tiSHhqK73j8O8u12bW_ocCoFBWLHyU50jvhTLD1PwI5QK9knSRRwSTq7e17ENAFiOW2wP1UqdTbaOv9m767rNC5C3HOEiWg/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" /></a> Aripa Sully cuprinde picturi franceze din secolele 17, 18 si 19, desene si pasteluri din secolele 17, 18 si 19; arte decorative din secolele 17 si 18; antichitati romane, etrusce si grecesti, egiptul faraonic, iranul antic, arabia, istoria Louvre-ului si Louvre-il mdieval.La etajul 2 se afla ''Pierrot'' de Watteau; ''Baia turceasca'' Ingres, la parter este statuia lui ''Venus din Milo''.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Tjqfu7dNaCECWRLLXX6UVRBs0Gh1axi3ZtlfLrUAzhenvYNIx5zWDQNDPmoe9Vn18IkuEVEiDVjv6kLx0I_17Yl93Rt7ZcPKBvWfFwSkpJG75Iq9IfB8zq6-ZDHSrrUhq5qHinG2pRg/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194182922776386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Tjqfu7dNaCECWRLLXX6UVRBs0Gh1axi3ZtlfLrUAzhenvYNIx5zWDQNDPmoe9Vn18IkuEVEiDVjv6kLx0I_17Yl93Rt7ZcPKBvWfFwSkpJG75Iq9IfB8zq6-ZDHSrrUhq5qHinG2pRg/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Gericault<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLXEn2Y8tRy_cvaQI-qJtVwrefews69y3TlF3VSBc4axjAV2tHQkNmRmvuvzeoy4Q5-0UDzr2Eny8dlVEStBD5nNtbw_VTibGNYRMSlXgxKgF_E7wCVtJyBaYz4ReqqQXOFp_jcwi5hI/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194088444474370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLXEn2Y8tRy_cvaQI-qJtVwrefews69y3TlF3VSBc4axjAV2tHQkNmRmvuvzeoy4Q5-0UDzr2Eny8dlVEStBD5nNtbw_VTibGNYRMSlXgxKgF_E7wCVtJyBaYz4ReqqQXOFp_jcwi5hI/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" /></a> Delacroix<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_hlExgXQyR6WpsCjdxbtIq4DHnr5_f_lZTaPrOWIYqyYjNEVoUebzaaocEin4hugEJydN2hdlu_cf2poWrUevJrzLikn_cC8YRmB5Xn38Q12BPlHfc8JYsWcOMMJI6b_5ocQ1_NvUls/s1600/DSC_0242.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194000482204098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_hlExgXQyR6WpsCjdxbtIq4DHnr5_f_lZTaPrOWIYqyYjNEVoUebzaaocEin4hugEJydN2hdlu_cf2poWrUevJrzLikn_cC8YRmB5Xn38Q12BPlHfc8JYsWcOMMJI6b_5ocQ1_NvUls/s400/DSC_0242.JPG" /></a><br />Courbet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-IQN3ic5ePUbSx6dTKdvgE7PmhgcuE4y0iGY9bYApw5kP1BtZ3bvhdJVhbQRgYy3UYFoW8Bi3uLEs9rYsMm14fNHjp5g9JJ52xLGUwKBJtKSltSoZlTB53o4V58qRL0wInM1k5GYbc8/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548193917042611010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-IQN3ic5ePUbSx6dTKdvgE7PmhgcuE4y0iGY9bYApw5kP1BtZ3bvhdJVhbQRgYy3UYFoW8Bi3uLEs9rYsMm14fNHjp5g9JJ52xLGUwKBJtKSltSoZlTB53o4V58qRL0wInM1k5GYbc8/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Georges dela Tour<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdoKnMIdZc5VylZs9ttmDMAX7tDjTLDRUPKC35ujDYSN96YLEVKr9w99EofVQHHGNjdEYceuimyNnplNrtWyBIUfz2j1DSNo2o6ZgBGxS5eh2AbvXto4Dq8hXnG8mXWxH5a9hciFsIZc/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548193826059858242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdoKnMIdZc5VylZs9ttmDMAX7tDjTLDRUPKC35ujDYSN96YLEVKr9w99EofVQHHGNjdEYceuimyNnplNrtWyBIUfz2j1DSNo2o6ZgBGxS5eh2AbvXto4Dq8hXnG8mXWxH5a9hciFsIZc/s400/DSC_0290.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMByaN7H7xMNXVdOu1Uft3bKDQvMhOoRXjM6kmm7jgydfVcnj64CoAzXa_1jjS4Bw9qgBx3OLnp-jYcW93eGZmSiiy-kWnDgKzZbzyvqWPbpSipr6cZyxyNV_lR8MJLYjNKp9MjaJe0A0/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548193747554444514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMByaN7H7xMNXVdOu1Uft3bKDQvMhOoRXjM6kmm7jgydfVcnj64CoAzXa_1jjS4Bw9qgBx3OLnp-jYcW93eGZmSiiy-kWnDgKzZbzyvqWPbpSipr6cZyxyNV_lR8MJLYjNKp9MjaJe0A0/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Victoria din Samotrace<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc36vop5RiW9bVoVhrtihYPOZqT-CI-ixiCdQMzzRXKfCTk4VDnrPb2zOpPvSAaveKr_W06Sd9pB4nbmnkxjVcnhuRHckvItz9PVoAKe-HMTAkGBin3yBUfA-6OjZNwGP3pbYgYtUHNao/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548193649159062162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc36vop5RiW9bVoVhrtihYPOZqT-CI-ixiCdQMzzRXKfCTk4VDnrPb2zOpPvSAaveKr_W06Sd9pB4nbmnkxjVcnhuRHckvItz9PVoAKe-HMTAkGBin3yBUfA-6OjZNwGP3pbYgYtUHNao/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Paolo Uccello<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTbCxpN6dOlN-fTd4xVsrzaPwZEOnXbwd0PBRVCAbZiQpRjhoY73-D9hQ5SBbJofCQCkuU5_K6yx1lGVxSodfVDXP7fslAWIZZob3AyQ6qHyiKpG7VOW_iBOQC7ggV0fDQhWLM8hu1AY/s1600/DSC_0335.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548193561728914050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTbCxpN6dOlN-fTd4xVsrzaPwZEOnXbwd0PBRVCAbZiQpRjhoY73-D9hQ5SBbJofCQCkuU5_K6yx1lGVxSodfVDXP7fslAWIZZob3AyQ6qHyiKpG7VOW_iBOQC7ggV0fDQhWLM8hu1AY/s400/DSC_0335.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Pierro della Francesca<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhhR71pJQt95Hqsxfdawo9ApsLlhDguCoeGEbre03cBQ8bpkNIz0_PfPMLwSBEKzll4mNUqqcDIf0qwfIA7ze_580ZFeiOe_lu0nJzBni2OVx5scftUF5YI9CaAiQNJHv2f9SMIhiomU/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548186833144381922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhhR71pJQt95Hqsxfdawo9ApsLlhDguCoeGEbre03cBQ8bpkNIz0_PfPMLwSBEKzll4mNUqqcDIf0qwfIA7ze_580ZFeiOe_lu0nJzBni2OVx5scftUF5YI9CaAiQNJHv2f9SMIhiomU/s400/DSC_0344.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Leonardo da Vinci<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0DJwvPNXDonqAw1K8U1Jn9dNSt-8PZs6SJLoChqJ5uyA1JjsKqqKWADIJaI0qpVKDgZyCxRVViS1vm3vTL3CqhOYGikGKlIMB-uLkRxvPJZe2GHYl8yqOivNnBcfhrgHNKohoTqi4EE/s1600/DSC_0356.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548186737520522546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0DJwvPNXDonqAw1K8U1Jn9dNSt-8PZs6SJLoChqJ5uyA1JjsKqqKWADIJaI0qpVKDgZyCxRVViS1vm3vTL3CqhOYGikGKlIMB-uLkRxvPJZe2GHYl8yqOivNnBcfhrgHNKohoTqi4EE/s400/DSC_0356.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />celebra<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrPEMyg_dutVwSCLoxQvXE4ntPVxQga9tvvmPtlH1YBgb9-09ZbCNPWzmSBsTRDUVcRBDWBuBoaWvAU1D2ri626ScISSONMZz_z19v9lZjIxPZYEYRaw5b8Ex76FowAFsqmdSfLtP7vM/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548186654747020562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrPEMyg_dutVwSCLoxQvXE4ntPVxQga9tvvmPtlH1YBgb9-09ZbCNPWzmSBsTRDUVcRBDWBuBoaWvAU1D2ri626ScISSONMZz_z19v9lZjIxPZYEYRaw5b8Ex76FowAFsqmdSfLtP7vM/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2YT6MmjLG0z2D_PItMhZgSuT0lrBFLo2c9lpo7Hw1XOBiN-VjmtR0AKPPZWhB8LNVzd1P8xsfI50k0Rs1I7VMzf2WP6DGyPLgYUP7bRwBBNSjvhLH_isgMEtB1eAFnBUs-J9puEROto/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548186569651251842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2YT6MmjLG0z2D_PItMhZgSuT0lrBFLo2c9lpo7Hw1XOBiN-VjmtR0AKPPZWhB8LNVzd1P8xsfI50k0Rs1I7VMzf2WP6DGyPLgYUP7bRwBBNSjvhLH_isgMEtB1eAFnBUs-J9puEROto/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pozand-o pe Monalisa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6b5OQdhZtU2x1zFsRD1cby4uVMvzhqWJ04S77Ltajbb4Tt7jVMWZ-_AaIe9S7NtObH-wyQTd7C-jDFSyxxDPlkcKFPPS1Dsm1buoboLKRYqOMECNIjLRNnAmMXnj3MetWntZa7ycAho/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548186486346864514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6b5OQdhZtU2x1zFsRD1cby4uVMvzhqWJ04S77Ltajbb4Tt7jVMWZ-_AaIe9S7NtObH-wyQTd7C-jDFSyxxDPlkcKFPPS1Dsm1buoboLKRYqOMECNIjLRNnAmMXnj3MetWntZa7ycAho/s400/DSC_0363.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Paolo Veronese<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yKbUU4bhhYltRBzrJi_FBXXo_DT-EMKWw1n2z8F9ctefPJAAOCtAeA6oQwZND7y9sNf2ScPGfg4mpWHAqEUC5V4vZ-SemRXc4RmOa94rVjpk85YRRWBzsoAddqyUo1kMkg6zCXxcdDo/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548185601426765586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XszEyU2679zQivsL9PYo1uJz0kZuQkay23lR9XAlvd1ohzJBckHull5ZO8BannRDbxLrjv-Ng1j6iOfUhmtmYAsF662590lC6mrm2vFu8RaHZ4sfZq8b6Cffz97-g6PxwXIM9SdF1Ms/s400/DSC_0452.JPG" /></a>''Sclavii'' Michelangelo Buonaroti<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdPsqBRYU3CN_kWaJSab-O3xfsF1HDKa-jH6-x3HdIk3Wu5IwTnevIZVXtYa2GTRzp_hMnDwpiiIE26WfJeA0xax9TvATPlVe8Xj5Dw1N4U7gNqdnzu6yryqb2oDcRa7b4VVadxC7Gqw/s1600/DSC_0459.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548185485781028418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdPsqBRYU3CN_kWaJSab-O3xfsF1HDKa-jH6-x3HdIk3Wu5IwTnevIZVXtYa2GTRzp_hMnDwpiiIE26WfJeA0xax9TvATPlVe8Xj5Dw1N4U7gNqdnzu6yryqb2oDcRa7b4VVadxC7Gqw/s400/DSC_0459.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12FB7fDAK1ykvpaaUVEluvlP8hX6zL4wTrL0VJUYvWHilNPQv_ah17khtdBJNlK59krEgd39EVVfh1ebu-Sg_EXDIRVInLJexH7xqhplSRKJ9sMDxYGaczVBYBYOCnG-VbKR9HoJKI-4/s1600/DSC_0464.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548185189690451570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXy6hHfj60wnRV6OzoBn5hiUVfBpxfhKeNFA2XhsBuT-SoQoKsWWdPj7YExlijTiVB5k5meo2BywXUSMntHiouc4AtNMd9FT5V-keyGZz4ZX8M6fgPh7aoHInkpZ33S2aHDR_P2NGe6I/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" />holul muzeului si mall-ul ''Le Carrousel du Louvre'' din interior<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59woystak1jVG_Jia_x0pzagE8_Pk1PnCJVTkkXAQlKIKfDuyLhJDWHQuWU0h96V48yKa2-dbwaIt9ytHtb3dTHUWMSTCXh7TlJokDEbowqGzi-2vLI4IAarS13qTOOtyysKKdvH5Cnk/s1600/DSC_0500.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548185103681335522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59woystak1jVG_Jia_x0pzagE8_Pk1PnCJVTkkXAQlKIKfDuyLhJDWHQuWU0h96V48yKa2-dbwaIt9ytHtb3dTHUWMSTCXh7TlJokDEbowqGzi-2vLI4IAarS13qTOOtyysKKdvH5Cnk/s400/DSC_0500.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUvPCT0INHYuWWjvQoGQ9njpLUaoXAkMcAcxVCAZ8WvYnV_44Y-5TSNjJPx0Vqw9pePEKSBcoQwQ5IL7RyjcZMbEhv8nSGy0jD8rZ_yxxwI07tkME7CvutlAHgeRszfjXfLCGdCFdKk4/s1600/DSC_0502.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548185007461831730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUvPCT0INHYuWWjvQoGQ9njpLUaoXAkMcAcxVCAZ8WvYnV_44Y-5TSNjJPx0Vqw9pePEKSBcoQwQ5IL7RyjcZMbEhv8nSGy0jD8rZ_yxxwI07tkME7CvutlAHgeRszfjXfLCGdCFdKk4/s400/DSC_0502.JPG" /></a><br />casa de bilete<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBi-hzKCh_fnoU8LdEYaCJCVS1IxifDT3qjzJ4eF3QkP6zPpHgWBcpoRGf0Sm6CFzhoHuVuP_FbP62QaecEtZxWnOqYs8wtFJEbmCFSR5t83oZwR-aMyPIHAZZT-B1LSZwGccM-OVOv0/s1600/DSC_0507.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548184915132268866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBi-hzKCh_fnoU8LdEYaCJCVS1IxifDT3qjzJ4eF3QkP6zPpHgWBcpoRGf0Sm6CFzhoHuVuP_FbP62QaecEtZxWnOqYs8wtFJEbmCFSR5t83oZwR-aMyPIHAZZT-B1LSZwGccM-OVOv0/s400/DSC_0507.JPG" /></a> suveniruri-90% cu monalisa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6PBveoi6hO3ZA6rX8TDn78o5K6K1_WIvHk_WXcZHivpr-DtQul7Ipp0eEtzMcPsUvwCnucvEzLL746UxlAtK3HG8KhKg0eO-DvB60R06wUvAff7_OdW78fhki9rAqlp8rWrwy4lhH1M/s1600/DSC_0519.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548184811935737106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6PBveoi6hO3ZA6rX8TDn78o5K6K1_WIvHk_WXcZHivpr-DtQul7Ipp0eEtzMcPsUvwCnucvEzLL746UxlAtK3HG8KhKg0eO-DvB60R06wUvAff7_OdW78fhki9rAqlp8rWrwy4lhH1M/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicR9EbYE2wL-NEsJMRcCN0z8Lubgl9VPCKdQlI_P3lc7s8JSST_rDE2GwqzjYIYGA22rape6IDkb20pG93P_-brdAriDilGN6U5p5mR1YPG9-EADcvuL2XLWtI8t9xPzZFToEjblpPhE/s1600/DSC_0515.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548184698082188082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicR9EbYE2wL-NEsJMRcCN0z8Lubgl9VPCKdQlI_P3lc7s8JSST_rDE2GwqzjYIYGA22rape6IDkb20pG93P_-brdAriDilGN6U5p5mR1YPG9-EADcvuL2XLWtI8t9xPzZFToEjblpPhE/s400/DSC_0515.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />piramida interioara<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHu6lH2hDvUrKdxrfwZnZlzcEBbfXvgFbujkug7ifL8p3X6veaEQ4VpWTlzhVyaolwUqUXdKjRQb3_cRRfvIu1vGp0l6qHqUWd8PzhHzcIsz0mC9foAK7XAXnayYxyC-lNd6Mv8c8uhg/s1600/DSC_0515.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-52565535615107400032010-07-15T11:33:00.000-07:002010-07-15T11:58:24.428-07:00Bon 14 julliet!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MP65CRxlS3SDQj84oGW9ucwt10PcExzAHk_-E5l19pNMDr-7D5L1S3F18eI6M7-8QYt4RoxrqzERRYSpM9flIcfheMwQupSdKFe_HddtbtJvMywMqJP6WqemrfOpcOk1BXOI4eVMTic/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Dupa ce zile intregi s-au executat tot felul de exercitii de aviatie care mi-au cam tulburat somnul<br /><br />(intru-cat camera mea este foarte aproape de Arcul de Triumf), si multiple garduri s-au montat pe celebrul Champ-Elysses, si cel mai<br /><br />suparator lucru: s-au acoperit semafoarele (probabil pentru ca nu sunt in culorile frantei) si s-a blocat toata zona oncorde, ziua cea<br /><br />mare a sosit. Eu nu am stiut nimic, intru-cat nu am nici televizor nici internet, deci informatiile sunt aproape de zero.Nu stiam la ce ora<br /><br />vor incepe formalitatile si ince vor consta ele. Pe la orele zece dimineata am inceput sa aud niste zgomote asurzitoare de motoare de<br /><br />avion. Am iestit pe bulevard si ce vad: o multime de lume, parizieni si turisti laolalta, admirand parada militara a Frantei. Cand am<br /><br />ajuns eu, nimeni din respectivele coloane nu se misca. La un moment dat a inceput fanfara sa cante, lucru foarte placut de mine, caci<br /><br />sunt mare fan al acestui gen de muzica, mi se pare foarte comic. Dintr-o data am auzit un murmur de admiratie din partea multimii<br /><br />care isi ridicase privirea pentru a admira si aplauda frenetic avioanele care emanau fumul in culorile nationale. Este un sentiment unic.<br /><br />Dupa aceasta frumoasa experienta, au inceput sa treca tot felul de avioane, de toate tipurile, in aplauzele spectatorilor.Trebuie sa<br /><br />precizez ca in pregatirile pentru aceasta zi nationala a intrat si construirea unei scene imense in Place du la Concorde, unde probabil<br /><br />au stat oficialii, in frunte cu presedintele. Eu nu am dorit sa merg pana acolo (dureaza cam jumate de ora pentru a strabate cel mai<br /><br />faimos bulevard din lume) pentru ca aici, langa Arcul de Triumf abia puteai respira, in zona Concorde cred ca eraimposibil de respirat.<br /><br />Si asa toate strazile din jur erau blocate si politistii stateau peste tot.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivge2DyZ-Fnr39ygqf86Jfemn_Wnz4LHmefkupzLmUql5NTSaeLCCSWl6TN493iuCcMVuViwiGC266RM0B32gIJtZivWgkWsWYv77vi-prE7dsb5LcG4vVScK9AT3Yt54dyzcCyZVfqBs/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494206921872932706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivge2DyZ-Fnr39ygqf86Jfemn_Wnz4LHmefkupzLmUql5NTSaeLCCSWl6TN493iuCcMVuViwiGC266RM0B32gIJtZivWgkWsWYv77vi-prE7dsb5LcG4vVScK9AT3Yt54dyzcCyZVfqBs/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9vlt2aql6BQPchVigZ-N59E20uKb0c0SuxvB_aIYpLFFX8jFla6FccaQR1Tlco9b2I_qbSvcxVaFVnYzQgDMTGjL88L427LuqWKAXbLw41A_CWhPas_961SsPYyEc4FlvLY375ZENOo/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494206288435074738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9vlt2aql6BQPchVigZ-N59E20uKb0c0SuxvB_aIYpLFFX8jFla6FccaQR1Tlco9b2I_qbSvcxVaFVnYzQgDMTGjL88L427LuqWKAXbLw41A_CWhPas_961SsPYyEc4FlvLY375ZENOo/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VHzdeAFZKQ54pfabQrBj_9Kz9romQ4vq7ngq_LNEPRvJrFJMJC0J4aOwjhxqHgpX34ogvfNSz2EtUjDdGnAroOHihLP3cmSndoSzvM-fFnkhAEF4NEuFTCkUgDetb3y9-DJVpEM2btE/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494204789046868546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VHzdeAFZKQ54pfabQrBj_9Kz9romQ4vq7ngq_LNEPRvJrFJMJC0J4aOwjhxqHgpX34ogvfNSz2EtUjDdGnAroOHihLP3cmSndoSzvM-fFnkhAEF4NEuFTCkUgDetb3y9-DJVpEM2btE/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKJDEFsOu4VR2MnzQF3fw-4Q5Ht6BZoJLM6Xf3xKDv-mjg8-6wG1yf_OnzP1HXEWDkisAgr4ppPetaSnFLEqEZSUi_jl3AmKY7g1cNcKUmzlJPra8sXdGtwukXx4H7GpyzWn8BTJc29Y/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494204439595552898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKJDEFsOu4VR2MnzQF3fw-4Q5Ht6BZoJLM6Xf3xKDv-mjg8-6wG1yf_OnzP1HXEWDkisAgr4ppPetaSnFLEqEZSUi_jl3AmKY7g1cNcKUmzlJPra8sXdGtwukXx4H7GpyzWn8BTJc29Y/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Apoi a inceput sa ploua cu stropi mari, mari de tot. Mi-a placut.<br /><br />Era foarte amuzant sa vezi cum toti turistii se dapostesc pe unde pot, caci ploaia era atat de deasa si de ''multa'' incat patrundea<br /><br />peste tot... Militarii stateau nemiscati, ca si cum nu s-a intamplat nimic. Umbrelele blocau toata privelistea care oricum nu era prea<br /><br />generoasa. Avioanele treceau, orchestra canta, oamenii fugeau, militarii stateau. Asa a continuat toata ziua, in rafale de ploaie si de<br /><br />vant. In interiorul Arcului de Triumf s-a pus un imens steag al Frantei care in bataia vantului isi flutura culorile spre bucuria miilor de<br /><br />fotografi. Noaptea la orele 22.00p.m. se anuntasera focuri de artificii, in champ de mars(in fata turnului Eiffel). La ora 22.15 eram<br /><br />prezenta pe malurile Senei, impreuna cu alte cateva mii de oameni. Era ca la inviere. Toata lumea cu copii, motociclete, cu catel,<br /><br />purcel, s-au adunat pentru artificiile zilei nationale. A trecut 22.30, a trecut si 22.45. Toata lumea astepta sa inceapa si fotografia<br /><br />turnul care era luminat splendid. Eu mi-am asezat trepiedul si mi-am setat aparatul foto sa focalizeze exact pe turn. Spectacolul a<br /><br />inceput desigur la orele 23.00, prin stingerea luminilor din turn. Eu sincer am asteptat sa vad cum se reaprinde si din el vor ''tisni''<br /><br />artificii in culorile Frantei, asa am vazut eu odata la televizor. Dar nu a fost asa. Dintr-un punct lateral turnului, de pe o pasarela, dintr-o<br /><br />parte a pasarelei au inceput timid sa se vada cateva artificii amortite. Si apoi din ce in ce mai tare si mai sus. Din pacate eu aveam o<br /><br />buna vedere a turnului, care pe toata durata spectacolului a fost stins, iar artificiile le vedeam printre ramurile foarte groase ale<br /><br />copacilor. Mi-a placut. Totusi artificiile au durat mai mult de jumatate de ora, din punctul meu de vedere nimic impresionant, ca oricare<br /><br />alt foc de artificii. Dar a fost impresionant pentru ca ma aflam in Paris totusi. Dupa ce detonarile au luat sfarsit, intr-un zgomot pe care<br /><br />si acum il simt in organism, sirenele de la ''bateaux-mouches'' au inceput sa sune in semn de apreciere, impreuna cu aplauzele si<br /><br />racnetele participantilor. Impresionant. Cred totusi ca tot acest zgomot a fost auzit pana si de lord Ganesha, care probabil a aplaudat<br /><br />si el. Apoi a inceput marea aventura a ajungerii acasa. Desi stau foarte aproape de locul cu pricina, mi-a luat cam o ora sa ajung,<br /><br />intru-cat multimea care se adunase se misca cu viteza melcului. Eu personal nu am mai vazut o asemenea miscare de trupe, nici<br /><br />macar la inviere. La statiile de metro se facuse o coada de ziceai ca a venit Isus sa le vorbeasca. In fata arcului de Triumf lumea<br /><br />facea poze, la 12 noaptea, iar barurile (in aceasta zi de sarbatoare, majoritatea magazinelor, barurilor, restaurantelor sunt inchise) se<br /><br />umpleau. Am ajuns intr-un final acasa, dupa ce am inconjurat intreg Arcul, pentru ca in acea aglomeratie, am uitat sa ma mai uit la<br /><br />numele strazilor. Eu deja ajunsesem pe Cahmps-Elysses si am traversat si am mai mers un sfert de ora pana pe rue des Armee,<br /><br />cand am realizat ca trebuie sa-l ocolesc din nou, pentru a ajunge de unde am plecat. Bon 14 juliet!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMAm971hY80XBNd2rXPfJ2k-2uj0bownvKIBMpDz7Eq5fnf6CnrwLScJ2BAWgso9fBRN-BBPahVk6m_c72CaYqXpDGo-6v9RtbZC526QxNG3kunGkE2mWVqgTjdML6Pm06SFfkkkBnMQ/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494203910903618802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMAm971hY80XBNd2rXPfJ2k-2uj0bownvKIBMpDz7Eq5fnf6CnrwLScJ2BAWgso9fBRN-BBPahVk6m_c72CaYqXpDGo-6v9RtbZC526QxNG3kunGkE2mWVqgTjdML6Pm06SFfkkkBnMQ/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-91797478832082252082010-06-03T06:17:00.000-07:002010-06-03T20:19:05.884-07:00AMSTERDAM XXX - 26 mai-02 iunie 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVP54w3TLabY4Pj5YQF3_c-5VOMcKXvz69o-47NFoopWZ9zzzxBmMGTQ0v7ATkjZYSDqjS3qWnM1n-Kr3wG-A_euafmSSbHKeGKtjRV6toGdHFtGa946oUQT_33ybYVrStzS2sngC640/s1600/DSC_0751.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478546938156843202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVP54w3TLabY4Pj5YQF3_c-5VOMcKXvz69o-47NFoopWZ9zzzxBmMGTQ0v7ATkjZYSDqjS3qWnM1n-Kr3wG-A_euafmSSbHKeGKtjRV6toGdHFtGa946oUQT_33ybYVrStzS2sngC640/s400/DSC_0751.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Trebuie sa incep in primul si primul rand cu aeroportul, care se numeste Shiphol si care este uimitor. Este adevarat ca nu am vizitat inca aeroportul Londrei, Heatrhow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7ArWqHqB3kHzTd61uZ6yCOv9CvcSkk_etsCCVFHey7MxcNavAtoc-j2oyK4U-XmkGo0SpPH8QJa23vqYz0wKCIGJ9GlzPvKQVMCk4jdGcyx2oyYHBzTalUi0nXUTN2uepB0Wm2TIDe4/s1600/DSC_0744.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478546764068292018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7ArWqHqB3kHzTd61uZ6yCOv9CvcSkk_etsCCVFHey7MxcNavAtoc-j2oyK4U-XmkGo0SpPH8QJa23vqYz0wKCIGJ9GlzPvKQVMCk4jdGcyx2oyYHBzTalUi0nXUTN2uepB0Wm2TIDe4/s400/DSC_0744.JPG" /></a>,care dincate am inteles iti taie respiratia, dar acesta cred totusi poate ocupa cu usurinta locul doi in Europa la capitolul civilizatie, maretie si frumusete. In acest minunat top isi poate face intrarea cu prioritate si aeroportul Barahas din Madrid si Leonardo daVinci din Roma. Cand am ajuns in Amsterdam nu prea am avut timp sa-l vizitam, dar i se dusese ''buhu'' ca este un puternic nod de tranzitie pentru intreaga lume, si ne-am rezervat cam trei ore la plecare pentru a vedea daca zvonurile sunt adevarate. Check-in-ul se face de obicei cam cu doua ore inainte de decolare, si de obicei sunt cozi interminabile. Aici nu era nici o coada, nimeni care sa se impacienteze. La casa de check-in la care trebuia sa ne prezentam, care incredibil era deschis, am observat niste masini care aratau ca niste automate, unde iti puteai face singur check-in-ul. Iti introduceai datele personale, biletul de avion si apoi locul din avion. Masina respectiva iti elibera biletul de imbarcare cu toate datele, cu poarta de imbarcare cu ora si locul rezervat. Apoi in cel mai civilizat mod cu putinta mergeai si iti cantareai singur bagajul, si ti-l trimiteai la cala. Dupa care erai liber sa faci shopping prin aeroport. Refuz sa fac comparatie cu aeroporturile din tara in care ne aflam, si nu voi comenta nici modul in care se face check-in-ul si security-check aici.Nu pot spune decat ca suntem cu cateva sute de ani in urma la toate nivelele, incepand de la comportamentul uman, care este execrabil. Acest comportament daca s-ar schimba, aici ar fi Raiul pe pamant. Dar sa revin la lucruri frumoase si civilizate. Dupa achizitionarea unei cafele (moka de la starbucks), am mers pe terasa pentru a admira parcarea de avioane a aeroportului. Am crezut ca fiind pe terasa, se poate si fuma, dar ne-am inselat. Am urcat la etajul trei, aici e terasa, cu cafeaua, pentru ca apoi sa coboram la parter, afara, pentru un fum. Privelistea de pe terasa in schimb merita orice efort. Am hotarat apoi sa mergem la imbarcare, chiar daca mai era o jumatate de ora pana la ora de pe bilet, dar nu stiam ce distanta trebuie parcursa pana la poarta D12. Si am avut dreptate sa ne grabim...abia am ajuns la timp pentru imbarcare. Absolut impresionant si aeroportul, si serviciile si personalul si zborul. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjte09yeO2SAWE1oxEEWdmKC6i2g6hgNvFcMb2lBWZCQ64A1Qxm3WFCjc8xx15DrSpwgz4KuZpU5QF5RvDVqrXhgoMR-G_S3ZUQDUI1PAMzJ4C-K0M2vNLV1PalnyrH_uNdHXyNqzuQ5uw/s1600/DSC_0717.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478546553980303106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjte09yeO2SAWE1oxEEWdmKC6i2g6hgNvFcMb2lBWZCQ64A1Qxm3WFCjc8xx15DrSpwgz4KuZpU5QF5RvDVqrXhgoMR-G_S3ZUQDUI1PAMzJ4C-K0M2vNLV1PalnyrH_uNdHXyNqzuQ5uw/s400/DSC_0717.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5X-MxRUxOUp8af4fBA9kMEr40iELHIlfei8CVwo4bclnDU1QactGDrd78gd4dqSBtO_EqPVbF9GiP4wVeT0jJxXwrfY8M4axfPMiRmzea_GBm8eT1lZx4f3j0wly1IMpjHtP4xttX7M/s1600/DSC_0737.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478545559997312050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJ0AC3xC2LyP1CIo9VGUQm27ioAwEZ61OZNUVTTNHOTZy6WMGLmnWCJOyKc5vmr8EE2qBEdtgAwIkuN8nB5_HbWzCpUNlAlK_nQky0dpoAH4UXc4ZuBGlj0Drwiyh8NeRYvYmfrktfDc/s400/DSC_0782.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1VQGCOq8Kx4VvSRiuW76PlJl8EjK2TvlMFizAaeShC6tlz131mHiSc0eNE2H7FtGx-m7MhTGqacXvFY85MnAEflTO3oED1zqRDS8CjGn92xUHd49vs7oIpTM5QT-5tXZ3nzHMSvO70Q/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478545200180030594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1VQGCOq8Kx4VvSRiuW76PlJl8EjK2TvlMFizAaeShC6tlz131mHiSc0eNE2H7FtGx-m7MhTGqacXvFY85MnAEflTO3oED1zqRDS8CjGn92xUHd49vs7oIpTM5QT-5tXZ3nzHMSvO70Q/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" /></a> Fotografii superbe (asa zic eu) din timpul zborului, desi la dus si la intors am nimerit in dreptul aripilor, deci campul vizual pentru fotografii a fost putin opturat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicktBUYszdHDF5f96-rBh5lGJDXGJh22VSEH3gMkF9PvBKTROHLX5ArjlIMCGu-ej-exnSiTs4qAzTAdPYfFFUp7RTRVuzBD0AsnVn1WIJSSvi8M0Dwu72V9BJTKENEPxwheKuJIsbYAA/s1600/DSC_0846.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478545107869955666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicktBUYszdHDF5f96-rBh5lGJDXGJh22VSEH3gMkF9PvBKTROHLX5ArjlIMCGu-ej-exnSiTs4qAzTAdPYfFFUp7RTRVuzBD0AsnVn1WIJSSvi8M0Dwu72V9BJTKENEPxwheKuJIsbYAA/s400/DSC_0846.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcULhNPi5kusByss-G8k9cfeubNzukMaHJ4qF81Rlf_Zt14t11lxJb4WKWXmtx1NPrpq0QMII0tnwWaXsdQgqCupjH5RJb2683zfVvP-n7a_JaZPITEWgabl_TrrWCh2OAygi5gJakN3k/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478544819053673186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcULhNPi5kusByss-G8k9cfeubNzukMaHJ4qF81Rlf_Zt14t11lxJb4WKWXmtx1NPrpq0QMII0tnwWaXsdQgqCupjH5RJb2683zfVvP-n7a_JaZPITEWgabl_TrrWCh2OAygi5gJakN3k/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5_VYjmcaUdh0sriq1YN4f4VP_bw6JLuUknYpRKRSqjSrTmy4Cr2mKPKb6kevUaTVltZCoJIdrZV-eMzPGbKrw2PptBgEexiMLiYWFMsjYA9iQhaZ1v8gkzj8rdvgm2pLb3m8L5vnOTY/s1600/DSC_0495.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478544716466659154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5_VYjmcaUdh0sriq1YN4f4VP_bw6JLuUknYpRKRSqjSrTmy4Cr2mKPKb6kevUaTVltZCoJIdrZV-eMzPGbKrw2PptBgEexiMLiYWFMsjYA9iQhaZ1v8gkzj8rdvgm2pLb3m8L5vnOTY/s400/DSC_0495.JPG" /></a><br />Aici suntem in ceea ce se numeste museumplein, adica piata muzeului. Muzeul Rijksmuseum adica. Am avut ceav dificultati in pronuntia majoritatilor obiective, dar am avut totusi noroc : toti olandezii vorbesc fluent limba engleza, mai bine decat noi. Ei pronunta G-ul ca un h gutural si J-ul ca un i. Si am impresia ca din cand in cand mai adauga din oficiu cate un H. Aici am inceput ca apreciez din ce in ce mai mult limba germana, care este foarte frumoasa in comparatie cu olandeza, si mai simpla. Un mic exemplu: incercati sa pronuntati Hugoweg (asta era statia de tramvai la care coboram noi), in olandeza. Fonetic ar suna cam asa: huhoveh.Groaznic.<br />Deci Rijksmuseum este muzeul principal al Amserdamului, cu pictura clasica, unde se afla celebra capodopera a lui Rembrandt ''Rondul de noapte''. Pe langa aceasta mai este si ''Logodnica evreica'', cateva autoportrete superbe, cateva capodopere ale lui Vermeer si cam atat. Bineanteles ca la norocul meu am prins muzeul in constructie si probabil ca mai mult de jumatate nu era disponibil. Dar chiar si daca nu aveau decat ''Rondul'' lui Rembrandt, tot merita cei 12.50 euro intrarea. In spatele muzeului se afla aceasta minunata piazzeta, museumplein, unde se afla simbolul orasului, I AMsterdam, unde toata lumea se pozeaza in diverse pozitii si pe diverse litere.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtgaIGlhQu3wCxJrbBeG65VBx4JxE6xHiY5i_7UDmthzzDCyD66fJiu3_nuDOZ-GYpET9GFaH2kzvAYBtgcSB_XBFbtlV1JKvYiyONL4bpO5OBXSR9tQfZNQfvxP6k1Lqr857bcqBcNs/s1600/DSC_0510.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478544431748414530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtgaIGlhQu3wCxJrbBeG65VBx4JxE6xHiY5i_7UDmthzzDCyD66fJiu3_nuDOZ-GYpET9GFaH2kzvAYBtgcSB_XBFbtlV1JKvYiyONL4bpO5OBXSR9tQfZNQfvxP6k1Lqr857bcqBcNs/s400/DSC_0510.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Noi stam ghemuite si cu pumnii stransi maxim, deoarece vremea la Amsterdam in aceasta perioada a fost crancena, in special pentru noi care nu ne-am luat de acasa nici o haina groasa.Gecile a trebuit sa le cumparam de acolo. Ploaia a fost un al treilea partener in aceasta calatorie, impreuna cu prietenul sau cel mai bun, vantul, care nu ne-a lasat sa ne tragem sufletul.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ibvnjLLpIQoDFyiUHoYAmwrZH96AA86TQ483Xn5gzRizOiPT6wO8lH1y5O2PobsjRBbV-mUHUxA6LH6HlXkrwnUf0pCNd_KLA4EvheAkpVbagtin2W2PC_WVET_P6duFnTWdIhJiMxw/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478544047236369522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ibvnjLLpIQoDFyiUHoYAmwrZH96AA86TQ483Xn5gzRizOiPT6wO8lH1y5O2PobsjRBbV-mUHUxA6LH6HlXkrwnUf0pCNd_KLA4EvheAkpVbagtin2W2PC_WVET_P6duFnTWdIhJiMxw/s400/DSC_0274.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhSHgl91it-i80rRhBvdQP5RdQ_ylw7DFbvGKNcwEol6D16x0sKYs2zoSb8m1e3t6GP1t0mZiYUCu1qj5AYsxQiFc6cHXxp6g2F5V7SPZlG-rJ1rWRDT2kAQy4AzkWvov78V6G5fhK0E/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478543652119495362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhSHgl91it-i80rRhBvdQP5RdQ_ylw7DFbvGKNcwEol6D16x0sKYs2zoSb8m1e3t6GP1t0mZiYUCu1qj5AYsxQiFc6cHXxp6g2F5V7SPZlG-rJ1rWRDT2kAQy4AzkWvov78V6G5fhK0E/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZkIvG79qri8AIS0Vhc0SX8kNRXoFtFUpeQmG4w0xGxS6bsoe74SSrDL7YmRXRL-opSpx81jlMTQ34K_0FxudBLf_-6nGJMf1nBRkdTmJZuzYxVyQHYSdCEcIh6OCGQleVx4mJU6wduo/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478543454115012818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZkIvG79qri8AIS0Vhc0SX8kNRXoFtFUpeQmG4w0xGxS6bsoe74SSrDL7YmRXRL-opSpx81jlMTQ34K_0FxudBLf_-6nGJMf1nBRkdTmJZuzYxVyQHYSdCEcIh6OCGQleVx4mJU6wduo/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" /></a><br />Am crezut ca daca Rijksmuseum a fost usor dezamagitor, muzeul Van Gogh, care apropo se pronunta ''fan hohh'', va fi o superbete. Ei bine a fost dar muzeul ca si constructie si nu operele asa cum speram eu. Am mai prins si o exprozitie temporara cu lucrari ale unui alt iubit al meu, Paul Gauguin. Dupa experientele pe care le-am avut prin Italia cu astfel de muzee, care par foarte artagatoare si pretul este mare, dar cantitatea si calitatea lucrarilor este inferioara, ar fi trebuit sa invat sa nu mai am asteptari. Dar am avut. Si am fost impresionata de muzeu, foarte mare, luminos si spatios, dar lucrarile lipseau cu desavarsire. Evident ca am vazut unele si chiar erau foarte frumoase, cum ar fi ''lanul de grau cu corbi'' si cateva autoportrete ale lui Van Gogh, si celebrul autoportret ''les miserables'' al lui Gauguin. In rest, desene (frumoase), gravuri, si alte picturi ale colegilor nu prea celebri impresionisti.Intrarea 14 euro.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglj9i45vGQaKrbvQZVNW6pdRa2-3IuhYqPzmJ4YxAE0yaTSYaU2ODuUAo5FVaCqEAW0Te0xHP1nBayiz-eOgRvN2tsUFt7XdX1q8qMYXZXtt5Z_ASyiPm6HhvfDdaYimrn3xLBSlGNXQM/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478543315260605794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglj9i45vGQaKrbvQZVNW6pdRa2-3IuhYqPzmJ4YxAE0yaTSYaU2ODuUAo5FVaCqEAW0Te0xHP1nBayiz-eOgRvN2tsUFt7XdX1q8qMYXZXtt5Z_ASyiPm6HhvfDdaYimrn3xLBSlGNXQM/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mpz1FZRUCyszcu8jQG0woN145Qav2cIzBruv6BkUuaTyh4cWMontopdDZ_iPI8y5f3_IalElsx2JwIzfLSGwzBj2i0ggIECAXZxAJXc6JBh7dRdt87Sfjm82La-usfhz6a8U-sPkmgI/s1600/DSC_0438.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478543117839701602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mpz1FZRUCyszcu8jQG0woN145Qav2cIzBruv6BkUuaTyh4cWMontopdDZ_iPI8y5f3_IalElsx2JwIzfLSGwzBj2i0ggIECAXZxAJXc6JBh7dRdt87Sfjm82La-usfhz6a8U-sPkmgI/s400/DSC_0438.JPG" /></a> Intamplator am ajuns si la casa maestrului Rembrandt. Nu scria nicaieri, noroc ca am vazut cateva persoane care faceau poze si ne-am intrebat ce-o fi aici. Apoi am observat un semn aproape invizibil pe care scria ''casa lui Rembrandt''. Noi nu i-am dat importanta, pentru ca aici totul este legat de maestru: piata lui Rembrandt, coltul lui Rembrandt, restaurantul si hotelul Rembrandt.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7z45sz20buSodppT12pxo0gB3nfPrSEgktfwoFtKh90Y04hZFFrWs28nJ6PsfKf4FK_afb7YwcphymsnvBAozP4uPyhLjCVCtgbxUvKbT8IHdgZQ581KZHXgblE61zTpriSOxAn2Z1E/s1600/DSC_0441.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478542908943819746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7z45sz20buSodppT12pxo0gB3nfPrSEgktfwoFtKh90Y04hZFFrWs28nJ6PsfKf4FK_afb7YwcphymsnvBAozP4uPyhLjCVCtgbxUvKbT8IHdgZQ581KZHXgblE61zTpriSOxAn2Z1E/s400/DSC_0441.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTR8TSoLsunZHZJG__LGzJ5aSrvwKnGJrM7gD78UwWnBBt7mYn_G0zVnqscuq9lX8uCLfTaB5Y3aVn6FmSpP7a_QXzstYFXh0H5l4_QNvwthSsRAzl9pkCGIa2snymJHunDbbD3j_TwvU/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478542689042639826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTR8TSoLsunZHZJG__LGzJ5aSrvwKnGJrM7gD78UwWnBBt7mYn_G0zVnqscuq9lX8uCLfTaB5Y3aVn6FmSpP7a_QXzstYFXh0H5l4_QNvwthSsRAzl9pkCGIa2snymJHunDbbD3j_TwvU/s400/DSC_0363.JPG" /></a><br />Am ajuns nesperat si la arena de fotbal al echipei Ajax Amsterdam. Nu, nu pentru a vizita stadionul, desi parea impresionant, ci pentru a cumpara un trepied pentru camera foto, intru-cat in intreg centru al orasului ni s-a spus ca nu exista nici un magazin pentru foto-video (desi noi ulterior am descoperit trei). Deci am luat una dintre cele trei linii de metro si am mers pe o ploaie torentiala langa aceasta arena, unde era un complex media de mai mare frumusetea. Aici am putut vedea un televizor care era mai subtire decat telefonul meu mobil si care costa cam 2000 de euro, cu diagonala de 158 cm.Superb.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3lNyuiMxNslOmfBZ2Pa3Qt_HUSOIAxyeKkboIXNeHPVZlAK51DyutYOrqx-QXL8XJsH-J9cR_sVObe_rC7wO52vaci99vXSu5siy9Gv1IuaOtaW-qKgCoUew4I2nG2Vi2PwpYdW9NRQ/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478542509925405410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3lNyuiMxNslOmfBZ2Pa3Qt_HUSOIAxyeKkboIXNeHPVZlAK51DyutYOrqx-QXL8XJsH-J9cR_sVObe_rC7wO52vaci99vXSu5siy9Gv1IuaOtaW-qKgCoUew4I2nG2Vi2PwpYdW9NRQ/s400/DSC_0428.JPG" /></a><br />In drumurile noastre catre centru, treceam pe langa gradina zoologica. Din tramvai am vazut aceste pasari flamingo extraordinar de frumoase si am decis sa le vizitam. Nu sa intram, ci doar sa le pozam de afara. Bine am facut, caci odata ajunse langa gard, ne-a intampinat un miros puternic de animale de tot felul si in 3 secunde eram inapoi in statia de tramvai. Nu stiu cum era sa mai si platesti si sa nu poti suporta acel miros. Daca afara se simtea atat de puternic nu imi pot imagina cum era inauntru.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7ND7fIpiqUYf0YeWTseTnBoZBnT-zfe1XF7ed8e44lNsnXPcMCpGsUDqKpKOyf2YajaHDxWd4XNI4IMi8enoxiqJvf2sEbzDQG3yVAuEpMfwzHCd26iKuP9Vc6LOkN2zCBnKExzX8e8/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478542376765755026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7ND7fIpiqUYf0YeWTseTnBoZBnT-zfe1XF7ed8e44lNsnXPcMCpGsUDqKpKOyf2YajaHDxWd4XNI4IMi8enoxiqJvf2sEbzDQG3yVAuEpMfwzHCd26iKuP9Vc6LOkN2zCBnKExzX8e8/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3qdHJsT3U2cWrWu__HirCAW6J1OzSboh9VHXSUh_Qnb3fM5br8pDT3eUfCCdoqhjyZToh8Zw3bgAIG600z07_3-veyqznQvaUJrbzxBNxzrpbaSaZYSHdsmoml8wUIzBtbmOSj1N1RQ/s1600/DSC_0638.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478542280805554978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3qdHJsT3U2cWrWu__HirCAW6J1OzSboh9VHXSUh_Qnb3fM5br8pDT3eUfCCdoqhjyZToh8Zw3bgAIG600z07_3-veyqznQvaUJrbzxBNxzrpbaSaZYSHdsmoml8wUIzBtbmOSj1N1RQ/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv84Fr7fOe0BUicQxHDosiPmRC8LQr3t5wYS2Hes7jxFEGNeRgsLgFpwx4VeLh8cyj4QSpPqgmcXtd5xMVbny1mQ50UgIa82WHsYmVRC9cMbMi0LYrobESWkyVegHCBBNkns8IrUeldYQ/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478541858306309378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv84Fr7fOe0BUicQxHDosiPmRC8LQr3t5wYS2Hes7jxFEGNeRgsLgFpwx4VeLh8cyj4QSpPqgmcXtd5xMVbny1mQ50UgIa82WHsYmVRC9cMbMi0LYrobESWkyVegHCBBNkns8IrUeldYQ/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" /></a> Aceasta este gara centrala, ''Central station'', de unse plecau toate mijloacele de transport, adica tramvaiul, autobuzul si metro-ul. Biletul unei singure calatorii costa 2,60 euro. ENORMMMMM. Cred ca este cel mai scump din toata Europa. Iti puteai lua o cartela pentru 24 de ore sau pentru 48 de ore de la activare. Noi am luat pentru 48 de ore, pentru ca este cel mai avantajos, costa 17 euro.<br />Trebuie totusi sa cumperi aceste cartele doar de la statia centrala sau de la informatii, pana la ora 21, respectiv 19.00. Cartela se activeaza de fiecare data cand intri in tramvai, care are doar doua intrari, una prin fata si una pe la mijloc, unde se afla controlorul vigilent. Deci nu ai cum sa mergi ilegal. Si mai sunt si usite mici, pe langa cele ale tramvaiului, care nu se deschid daca cartela nu este valabila. La iesire, iar pui cartela si dai usile la o parte pentru a putea iesi. Mi-a placut, mai ales cand aveam bagajele, pentru ca eu am ''placerea'' de a cara cumparaturile. Orasul nu este prea mare, de aceea il poti parcurge simplu cu tamvaiul. Si statiile sunt destul de mici. Numele statiilor sunt anuntate in olandeza, dar am avut noroc de ecranul care anunta si scris denumirea, plus ca la obiectivele turistice se vorbea si in engleza.<br />Drumul de la aeroport catre oras costa 4,30 euro si dureaza cam 15 minute. Noi am fost norocoase toata calatoria caci am prin lucrari in tot Amsterdamul. Se lucra si la Palatul Regal, si la statia centrala, si langa biblioteca, si prin oras, pe trotoare, si la muzeul principal. Deci juma` de oras nu prea l-am vazut. In schimb ne-am propus sa ne concentram pe shopping. Care din cate am inteles de la informatii, nu era decat in centru, pe anumite stradute pe care acum le stim ca in palma. Noi ne-am tot intors la informatii turistice, intru-cat pretul unei harti era de 4 euro si noi nu am vrut sa dam atat. In toate celelalte orase se ofera turistilor cate o harta gratis, in afara de Venezia, dar si acolo costa 2 euro, nu 4.Dar te poti descurca si fara harta, nu este o problema. Strazile pentru shopping sunt, in functie de importanta lor : Kalverstraat, piata Dam, Magna Plaza, Bijenkorf. Noi am citit pe internet si de cele noua stradute, dar nu am gasit nimic interesant acolo, mai ales ca intre cele noua stradute batea un vant de nu mai tineai minte unde te afli.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHYU2IxkBvlas9FwCISOcFZ3upYeXQbn-NgY8z-WU332eghC-4QFyqon99nqnb6M3AjUuSxPNr-JW9_5Mmgfo6XnlRHj-UeDpYuXwkuE6TaPyckkynxORZ5c68WIINUQblWPxHIC_vws/s1600/DSC_0323.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478541609725972914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHYU2IxkBvlas9FwCISOcFZ3upYeXQbn-NgY8z-WU332eghC-4QFyqon99nqnb6M3AjUuSxPNr-JW9_5Mmgfo6XnlRHj-UeDpYuXwkuE6TaPyckkynxORZ5c68WIINUQblWPxHIC_vws/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pe Kalverstraat poti gasi toate firmele de fite si nu numai, imbracaminte si incaltaminte la toate preturile si calitatile posibile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqod44W2b2vxofJ_xFWBsDUOKa_n_ejYwcvwPvv_hH-fHRNP0yFeq4VVf-8VVTRsR_DGUpdkSeK-kbel1ad3XdBZ_K6vKIMQM4-HIAXqv45kBG2DXaSmBJs2d6qiWB6WeTWugj1AkB-UE/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478541470483351250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqod44W2b2vxofJ_xFWBsDUOKa_n_ejYwcvwPvv_hH-fHRNP0yFeq4VVf-8VVTRsR_DGUpdkSeK-kbel1ad3XdBZ_K6vKIMQM4-HIAXqv45kBG2DXaSmBJs2d6qiWB6WeTWugj1AkB-UE/s400/DSC_0547.JPG" /></a><br />Nu am fost in cartierul Red Light District, desi am impresia ca intreg Amsterdamul este un red light district. Drogurile sunt legale si chiar se incurajeaza consumarea lor, prostitutia deasemenea iar homosexualitatea este la ea acasa. Poti vedea barbati umbland la bratet sub o umbrela iar asta este ceva minunat ce exista in majoritatea capitalelor europene. Libertatea de a iubi si de a iti exprima autenticitatea. Am putut vedea in direct, in tamvai, la ora 9.00 dimineata un tanar care isi confectiona tigara cu marijuana, la fel de normal cum ar fi mancat un sandwich. Era atat de concentrat incat am impresia ca nici nu a coborat unde trebuia sa coboare, a ratat o statie. Acolo drogurile sunt atat de normale si banale incat cand am intrat intr-un magazin de suveniruri sa intrebam de bilete de transport, vanzatorul ne-a intrebat daca nu vrem o tigara, cu marijuana fireste. Noi stateam sa ne gasim cuvintele in engleza si el a crezut ca poate suntem timide si nu stim cum sa cerem o tigara.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPPvUm3D9-5jEYpsn4t54GG48wpWWs61et1MwP6LaxNblAe_uWyPjl2okEVHg1KUJrbSKHSU4z0YSyC-u2sGWBPh0U2fp3zjOeAbK10NvC0KsoKSR0j-QL_nG75m_UAtZzcxy6n5wPbM/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478541255292014002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPPvUm3D9-5jEYpsn4t54GG48wpWWs61et1MwP6LaxNblAe_uWyPjl2okEVHg1KUJrbSKHSU4z0YSyC-u2sGWBPh0U2fp3zjOeAbK10NvC0KsoKSR0j-QL_nG75m_UAtZzcxy6n5wPbM/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" /></a><br />Am dorit sa facem poze si noaptea, sa vedem cum este luminat orasul, dar intru-cat din cate am observat noi, nu prea exista noapte in Amsterdam. Si la orele 22.00 era lumina, iar la orele 05.00 dimineata era ca la pranz.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YPPOtBT12xKeoT7wiKlGaSMWD-M4coA16_zFl6zU66ggnNYT7fA-5Us_fnCzAgRhzDB7cadIv7__4IVjffz0eaVQuytB7lLsKOtdHIC1Z1nd0hpwEBq9zsjb-szVye3g8w_iQddJmeA/s1600/DSC_0640.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478541119098166322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YPPOtBT12xKeoT7wiKlGaSMWD-M4coA16_zFl6zU66ggnNYT7fA-5Us_fnCzAgRhzDB7cadIv7__4IVjffz0eaVQuytB7lLsKOtdHIC1Z1nd0hpwEBq9zsjb-szVye3g8w_iQddJmeA/s400/DSC_0640.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Se stie ca Amsterdamul este orasul bicicletelor, dar totusi nu iti poti expanda constiinta intr-atat incat sa poti cuprinde si intelege ce inseamna asta cu adevarat.Aici biciclistii au intotdeauna prioritate, apoi uneori pietonii si abia apoi masinile.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWhdFDvFx0k73OuHnYsc72nNZpHPkDLs6qxkFz-EzNYDHFBv3vmmCbCOCK-U8TrKi354QDuJ3b3iK18QjH6KM-t2pVUC-j2__IV3SoEC-TUyZVhRpEo8ENN6TWcMFkprz8zgD5p5lFkk/s1600/DSC_0526.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478540957929658786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWhdFDvFx0k73OuHnYsc72nNZpHPkDLs6qxkFz-EzNYDHFBv3vmmCbCOCK-U8TrKi354QDuJ3b3iK18QjH6KM-t2pVUC-j2__IV3SoEC-TUyZVhRpEo8ENN6TWcMFkprz8zgD5p5lFkk/s400/DSC_0526.JPG" /></a><br />Am vazut persoane de toate varstele pe biciclete, care sunt si modificate pentru a transporta copiii(doi, trei). Pistele pentru biciclete sunt atat de bine puse la punct si de dese incat este o placere sa faci sport, plus ca te scuteste de o cheltuiala.Din cate am observat noi, amsterdamezii nu prea isi cumpara biciclete noi. Nu stim de ce, am banuit ca din cauza de furt. Erau majoritatea ruginite, iar unele nici nu pareau ca sunt in forma buna de functionare. Bineanteles ca ne-am intrebat: in aceasta parcare de bicilete in care se aflau probabil mai mult de 2000 de astfel de mijloace de transport, cum isi gaseste fiecare bicilul? Toate seamana izbitor de tare intre ele. Ne-a fost destul de greu sa ne obisnuim cu circulatia bicicletelor, care circulau in ambele sensuri pe banda si oriunde te aflai in spatele tau era mereu cate o bicicleta in mare viteza. In plus, nu prea exista marcaje pietonale si nici semafoare, dar ti se acorda prioritate. Asta a fost pentru noi o mare uimire. Pe anumite stradute nu exista nici un indicator, nici un semafor, pista, nimic si totusi cand treceai aveai prioritate.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTSPpvZk228NGSnEYtCxTP5vYZ2BjuKb7BVrygx6uC97iFfhpU778zsUJakfcd4IqHnP64wI5HwRP_83xw0-fyH-P2RfNviqt7U586J0xw6WB_SzUZJfQhq5WxBKl5P_9PrS9nCJeY54/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478540598701642194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTSPpvZk228NGSnEYtCxTP5vYZ2BjuKb7BVrygx6uC97iFfhpU778zsUJakfcd4IqHnP64wI5HwRP_83xw0-fyH-P2RfNviqt7U586J0xw6WB_SzUZJfQhq5WxBKl5P_9PrS9nCJeY54/s400/DSC_0422.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Mersul cu barcuta pe canalele Amsterdamului nu ne-a pasionat pentru ca era un vant mereu si niciodata nu stiai cand va incepe o ploaie vijelioasa incat ne-a descurajat. Chiar si in camera pe care am inchiriat-o era foarte frig, dar macar ne-am putut incalzi toata mancarea la cuptorul cu microunde din dotare.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga22YvrHIl6GJodlTvdveDR6v7uu5UClx6b_43DqTg9w-ob2JiaSX1WZWEjg-LIbe3MWN2Df6ljulLRINY_KgrmnfMOn4vp_GN-ZZ4ysHIZz1IlBJBzEsfDk1fiD74obozqmB_J_e6qyM/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478540416479214194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga22YvrHIl6GJodlTvdveDR6v7uu5UClx6b_43DqTg9w-ob2JiaSX1WZWEjg-LIbe3MWN2Df6ljulLRINY_KgrmnfMOn4vp_GN-ZZ4ysHIZz1IlBJBzEsfDk1fiD74obozqmB_J_e6qyM/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" /></a><br />Tot orasul este intesat cu Heineken si cu astfel de carute pitoresti. Noi am gustat o astfel de bere in avion: foarte buna.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26hxPIMyBEhDgs4nF54uaHSUWmniQZ5FZkNmzzOks3tYoekXVX5XzHfQrXOfax7H0tGQDw5Bd6i0LLlb22Hj1SgvOrbKJxdabOW6z8xPDVkqjIVkbQYn9UKsstD8NEGGLydNedXRV7hw/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478540285179498178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26hxPIMyBEhDgs4nF54uaHSUWmniQZ5FZkNmzzOks3tYoekXVX5XzHfQrXOfax7H0tGQDw5Bd6i0LLlb22Hj1SgvOrbKJxdabOW6z8xPDVkqjIVkbQYn9UKsstD8NEGGLydNedXRV7hw/s400/DSC_0562.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsryqUnSXro-CcQ4o6br2LMAOOhJtL4c5Gs6vn0P3Ip8WR158A6khJuyygw4TlncRpS50A5xsyEDDBka65YDa2TTainCjf0LdCAV0DAxASEcdzRixn6oVV7S0UXqkZeuTCBRKz5jxd3Q/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478540128941776978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsryqUnSXro-CcQ4o6br2LMAOOhJtL4c5Gs6vn0P3Ip8WR158A6khJuyygw4TlncRpS50A5xsyEDDBka65YDa2TTainCjf0LdCAV0DAxASEcdzRixn6oVV7S0UXqkZeuTCBRKz5jxd3Q/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33wzLYBN2z0mtSeqsM34sEQC8MNH6cSm3mYwlEWG1t6CsBbJn7WtkXQNQYhdDcMihUFtELZJbOHod_VKzSPFzQpSvAzJOXW3pOBckmzdmv_3sq-FVvm3g_l8LPHNgMiioc7zkbfgRWW0/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539871129097266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33wzLYBN2z0mtSeqsM34sEQC8MNH6cSm3mYwlEWG1t6CsBbJn7WtkXQNQYhdDcMihUFtELZJbOHod_VKzSPFzQpSvAzJOXW3pOBckmzdmv_3sq-FVvm3g_l8LPHNgMiioc7zkbfgRWW0/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Si am ajuns si la amuzantul capitol: suveniruri. Aici exista doua tipuri de suveniruri: decente si nu prea. Cele decente sunt acesti minunati ochelari cu biciclete, cu bere, saboti ca si papuci de casa, magneti, pahare de absint, si marca orasului I AMsterdam care este pe toate produsele turistice si care este foarte misto dar si foarte scumpa in comparatie cu celelalte.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejnNMnfv5KxYLsuPGu6PMGkw6ZqbQ99A3PJl4fbChiqt6WwR2qq_vXS7pzxBC5vYew7PUsvtji8NaruP8eqqZolI5BeBhsK-pxTWjNWvteX7WE5DGSYMBGoJSw16wSbyagqIcVxIC9S8/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539720034980450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejnNMnfv5KxYLsuPGu6PMGkw6ZqbQ99A3PJl4fbChiqt6WwR2qq_vXS7pzxBC5vYew7PUsvtji8NaruP8eqqZolI5BeBhsK-pxTWjNWvteX7WE5DGSYMBGoJSw16wSbyagqIcVxIC9S8/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffsQLJgen72eVpFkDYL-FqizVcuwCAejT6D7ooiVDrrrb2ezg6FWqz6H6bM_zVe78zME-z1PEZUwtUguy_SoTBQbxf173lwYIEmb1EMiWNZnXhznfLsbRT2m18x-HSS59uVDTHscDYsI/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539253217798130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffsQLJgen72eVpFkDYL-FqizVcuwCAejT6D7ooiVDrrrb2ezg6FWqz6H6bM_zVe78zME-z1PEZUwtUguy_SoTBQbxf173lwYIEmb1EMiWNZnXhznfLsbRT2m18x-HSS59uVDTHscDYsI/s400/DSC_0303.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Papucii de casa in forma de saboti olandezi se vindeau cu 10 euro, dar erau si la 14 si la 20 euro, aceasi calitate.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rq9sGqCu-L-sePEwg2yhO17xSkW-q6f1zNGLiL8ya6IsvYrBN9WUj1SGjVpUbMLWrxNC-O7BA9KAWBMoRzSYOxSAtrFDTvQEw87sdJ4L0uCijnr_h4FOuWs0T7uRRRlcn_vFd6UnyUw/s1600/DSC_0317.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539374886046194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rq9sGqCu-L-sePEwg2yhO17xSkW-q6f1zNGLiL8ya6IsvYrBN9WUj1SGjVpUbMLWrxNC-O7BA9KAWBMoRzSYOxSAtrFDTvQEw87sdJ4L0uCijnr_h4FOuWs0T7uRRRlcn_vFd6UnyUw/s400/DSC_0317.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMp6RSMzssKgGSvzhc-6mqHNqY6ZztHywWyiO1PfqZuClmQxNluDD6vD3wew8DknUqgpU6lCByba6if7Vdbuw1NX9quWcIk9dy_ww5Ry4bv8Hr_4PU10245YSxth8gSwONKg7NITZ6gg/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478539030183081314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMp6RSMzssKgGSvzhc-6mqHNqY6ZztHywWyiO1PfqZuClmQxNluDD6vD3wew8DknUqgpU6lCByba6if7Vdbuw1NX9quWcIk9dy_ww5Ry4bv8Hr_4PU10245YSxth8gSwONKg7NITZ6gg/s400/DSC_0301.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Suvenirurile indecente erau peste tot, in aceste forme distractive. De la recipiente pentru sare si piper in forme falice, pana la falusuri in cani, falusuri care danseaza, etc. Si cand spun etc inseamna ca tot ce iti poti imagina era construit in aceasi forma.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGloFFtePrB0MwoqngpfENhr_irsN81VwKWwcfoHDPXgWXzA4Beib_9Qp1CAfbIocApFrTR3J6YhNGU1iAerXv5dwHIAxzIM67uXfVeiyfIaK0rtZcQXMsJp8vwo592COAkYODg5A9BeY/s1600/DSC_0299.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478538863535093570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGloFFtePrB0MwoqngpfENhr_irsN81VwKWwcfoHDPXgWXzA4Beib_9Qp1CAfbIocApFrTR3J6YhNGU1iAerXv5dwHIAxzIM67uXfVeiyfIaK0rtZcQXMsJp8vwo592COAkYODg5A9BeY/s400/DSC_0299.JPG" /></a><br />Da, chiar si aceasta minunata ratusca prezenta o surpriza (mare)subacvatica. In plus mai existau ursuleti si alte animalute su aceleasi calitati organice.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHNazfrjobbVhXrTS5nLwp8xbOOB1IyYrCrNti2h_3xgRaq5zkrvL-EcgG0WMF4SGITmUkGLl88lfv0t_RfECeiJZNd7hlpdB_MxGKQPiICgs9O6fCT6g13Xbt31gRQqQQuaim3OVw4A/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478538700926997890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHNazfrjobbVhXrTS5nLwp8xbOOB1IyYrCrNti2h_3xgRaq5zkrvL-EcgG0WMF4SGITmUkGLl88lfv0t_RfECeiJZNd7hlpdB_MxGKQPiICgs9O6fCT6g13Xbt31gRQqQQuaim3OVw4A/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Restaurantele sunt extrem de scumpe in comparatie cu produsele din supermarket-uri. In prima zi ne-am dus la un restaurant indonezian si am servit vita sate adica bucatele (si cand spun bucatele chiar erau bucatele) de vita pe frigarui cu cateva boabe de orez si sos de alune(mie personal nu imi place aluna in mancare) si fried noodles, adica taitei de orez prajiti cu ou si cu carne de pui si o creveta expandata. Dupa ce ca nu mi-a placut, am mai dat si vreo 16 euro. A doua zi am mers la un restaurant mexican, pentru ca noi avem o afinitate pentru poporul mexican. Am comandat o superbete de crochete de branza cu sos, foarte bune si un burrito servit cu guacamole si smantana. Nu stiu ce cauta smantana acolo si nu stim deasemenea nici cine facuse guacamole-ul respectiv, pentru ca nu avea nici un gust. Burrito in schimb era foarte bun, dar era servit cu cartofi prajiti sau orez fiert, ca un pilaf. Nu sunt expert gastronom dar parca cartofii prajiti nu sunt traditionali in Mexic. In fine, dupa aceasat experienta culinara am decis ca mancarea din camera este mult mai buna, infinit mai ieftina si pe de-asupra imi si place sa gatesc. Nu ca ma laud, dar mai si pricep.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3ZL-lvXBre4qifp_2N6CYGh9zbpzQ_4SSwFJ4RHbBc01bf9t3s528pYRSZpVDeUSEI0DXMdKJ4rbEEthyyncjzjDhUCn5Kic5nv_DfqOP-49Xj7SOjYRc4a6urzLyF9Q1y2tI-sizxY/s1600/DSC_0671.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478538081801917602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3ZL-lvXBre4qifp_2N6CYGh9zbpzQ_4SSwFJ4RHbBc01bf9t3s528pYRSZpVDeUSEI0DXMdKJ4rbEEthyyncjzjDhUCn5Kic5nv_DfqOP-49Xj7SOjYRc4a6urzLyF9Q1y2tI-sizxY/s400/DSC_0671.JPG" /></a><br />Astfel ca am mers la un supermarket foarte ieftin , de cartier si ne-am procurat multe sosuri aromate si extrem de buuuune de origine asiatica, si ne-am bucatarit noi in camera burrito, un fel de pizza cu aluat de tortilla si branza olandeza, etc. Iar desertul consta dimineata din celebrele clatite olandeze cu ciocolata topita. Respectiva acadea de ciocolata a fost cumparata de la un magazin de specialitate, a costat 2 euro si a fost divina. Deci se introducea batul cu ciocolata in laptele foarte cald, eventual si cu nes sau cafea si se astepta topirea acestuia. Dupa efectuarea acestei actiuni, cafeaua avea o aroma indescriptibila de ciocolata si contreau. Ce inventie minunata!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuV8fX76P3VcTy1p1YJp0lDR4IhsQZfs752sdeFxRu61D8cIxagOoJumaVYf2103vGw5DAuF7UH5FJUaMzzgfKWZntsxUOTOVelMpJM475J8ZIjzwSb_Bd2lXgmjKysNlrlBnRfxqSyE/s1600/DSC_0553.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478538473376412626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuV8fX76P3VcTy1p1YJp0lDR4IhsQZfs752sdeFxRu61D8cIxagOoJumaVYf2103vGw5DAuF7UH5FJUaMzzgfKWZntsxUOTOVelMpJM475J8ZIjzwSb_Bd2lXgmjKysNlrlBnRfxqSyE/s400/DSC_0553.JPG" /></a><br />Aici admiram si gustam branzeturile olandeze, la un magazin de specialitate. Cele mai bune erau cu chili si busuioc. Aceasta era verde.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQmxL68KH7UVyVLod6gl6YCkWXydHCwQh4UIsfjjdXPsTPMN9YpV13lWW7Fkl3wrW5MYFJnSWE4rwUtzT-QwBBVB6cvupizL14NW7NP-pVdbgNOgRIJSKj3Hl90SrQ9naoA8SH5fjD_I/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478537920208261906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQmxL68KH7UVyVLod6gl6YCkWXydHCwQh4UIsfjjdXPsTPMN9YpV13lWW7Fkl3wrW5MYFJnSWE4rwUtzT-QwBBVB6cvupizL14NW7NP-pVdbgNOgRIJSKj3Hl90SrQ9naoA8SH5fjD_I/s400/DSC_0693.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Aici savuram cartofii prajiti, obsesia Amsterdamului. Am vazut in primele zile atatia turisti mancand pe strada si atatea fast-food-uri care vindeau numai asa ceva incat pofta crestea exponential. Astfel incat in ultimele zile ne-am cumparat si noi o portie large, care in oras a costat 3.10 euro si in aeroport 2.70 euro. La fel de buni. Si te si intrebau cu ce fel de sos doresti acesti cartofi decadenti: kechup, maioneza sau alune? Alune????<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9pqZ1xH9GLKLPVPURAam71nPLg4fSMrGSPLrlzVFZjhd2n-W8aTRLoILdrnYUobM2vfidDyXeIc9NiqFETtXcMKjPM0Zzgdp4UFSUm39JDji8HeOEECOx1Xt0FufdRVhZLXNS2aO3lI/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-29391292889705606482010-04-30T02:23:00.000-07:002010-05-10T05:04:20.412-07:00PARIS, FRANTA- octombrie 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iVg9Wlo3Pn9Pll_UJwYuSjutdAvK7Zi6uP0zfF4HxlwehwQcv5BZeOuVNMIvPonY4y5eUuOracxTa1AjOwy43m0jG7lMKIB2CQu_g73GiBpKK1EnyCl0OE0rzsUok0tPr6uexzy2hiQ/s1600/DSC02528.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465907265756793106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iVg9Wlo3Pn9Pll_UJwYuSjutdAvK7Zi6uP0zfF4HxlwehwQcv5BZeOuVNMIvPonY4y5eUuOracxTa1AjOwy43m0jG7lMKIB2CQu_g73GiBpKK1EnyCl0OE0rzsUok0tPr6uexzy2hiQ/s400/DSC02528.JPG" /></a> Raspunsul la intrebarea ''unde ti-ar placea sa traiesti, sa creezi si sa treci intr-o alta forma dimensionala?" este foarte simplu: in PARIS. Starile emotionale traite acolo sunt dincolo de tot ce poate mintea umana sa cuprinda. Sigur ca toate tarile sunt frumoase si magnifice prin unicitatea lor si personal nu sunt de acord cu a compara un oras sau o tara cu alta, dar totusi Parisul este deasupra celorlalte locuri minunate pe care le-am vizitat. Eu sunt de parere ca toate tarile au peisaje unice ce merita vizitate, dar din punctul de vedere al artistului care locuieste inca in mine, consider ca opera umana face ca sufletul sa tresalte de emotie si sa iasa complet din minte, ramanand macar si pentru cateva clipe in momentul de acum, experimentand astfel adierea iluminarii spirituale. Din punct de vedere artistic, Parisul nu are egal in Europa(peste ocean inca nu am ajuns); nu poti cuprinde toate muzeele intr-o singura saptamana. Adica poti daca esti ambitios, dar garantat nu vei retine prea multe si nici ochii nu se vor simti prea bine. Muzeul Louvre este cel mai si cel mai dintre toate... Iti trebuie o pereche de picioare sanatoase, o alta pereche de ochi la fel de sanatoasa si rabdare pentru a admira frumusetile expuse.Este imens. Nici macar muzeul Prado nu il egaleaza. Si trebuie sa precizez si eleganta constructiei din interior cat si din exterior. M-a impresionat foarte mult curtea interioara a muzeului. Era o atmosfera foarte deosebita., de maretie, de bogatie peste masura. O opulenta care emana prin toti porii. Intrearea se face printr-o scara rulanta, prin celebra piramida, care apropo este foarte misto. Plata biletului, care este 9 euro pentru colectia permanenta si tot atat pentru cea temporara, care se desfasoara in sala Napoleon, sub piramida, se face la un automat digital, foarte elegant. Holul enorm al muzeului prezinta trei intrari catre intalnirea cu marii artisti: aripa Denon, aripa Richelieu si aripa Sully. Tot in acest hol se poate savura o cafea, sau un pranz, la unul dintre restaurantele muzeului, sau se poate vizita magazinul de suveniruri, care m-a cam dezamagit, pentru ca in afara de figura mona-lisei pusa pe absolut orice obiect, diversitatea lipsea cu desavarsire. Si deci, cu harta muzeului in mana, am pornit la vanatoare de artisti clasici. Am inceput cu Venus din Milo, Veronese, Ingres, Durer(doar un autoportert), Victoria din Samothrace, pana cand am ajuns la punctul culminant: Mona Lisa. Ne-am dat seama ca ne apropiem, pentru ca aglomeratia era considerabila. am intrat intr-o sala destul de mare dar in care abia incapeai de camere de fotografiat, de oameni care se inghesuiau parca ar fi trebuit sa apara Angelina Jolie pe covorul rosu. Un cordon rosu delimita tabloul celebru de multimea dezlantuita. Asa incat abia am putut zari enigmaticul zambet. Ciudat mi s-a parut ca nu era nimeni din partea muzeului care sa interzica fotografierea ''minunei'' davinciene.De obicei, la fiecare opera mai importanta, sta o persoana care raguseste spunand ''no picture please''. asa am patit si la muzeul Prado din Madrid, in fata capodoperei ''Las meninas'' a genialului Velasquez. Dupa umila mea parere, originalul este pus undeva, pastrat in siguranta.<br />Pentru vizitarea Parisului as recomanda mersul cu metro-ul,care este foarte bine pus la punct, au foarte multe linii, cu foarte multe culori, dar dupa cateva calatorii devine simplu. Noi am dorit sa vizitam Parisul cu piciorul, si astfel, de la Louvre am mers pe jos pana la turnul Eiffel, care parea forte aproape. Nu este aproape. Chiar este foarte departe. Stiu asta pentru ca inca mai simt durerea din picioare, caci am facut aceasta ruta cam de doua ori. Iar de la turn, pentru a gasi o statie de metro, trebuie sa mergi destul de mult, cat sa-ti simti talpile in umeri.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH7KJBI6xBK3hREneKoy2XuvtiK5yTtC75WXnTbzMbpKZelgXrJSri8kXKEzP5d1rtRM6s9pzerRvxe-hpUjy3U8k4UkEMZdM-stVwOk6i78HE8n2DdFXnX4dNJ9lPdY8V3g7ox5U5Ec/s1600/DSC02694.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465907164630601138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH7KJBI6xBK3hREneKoy2XuvtiK5yTtC75WXnTbzMbpKZelgXrJSri8kXKEzP5d1rtRM6s9pzerRvxe-hpUjy3U8k4UkEMZdM-stVwOk6i78HE8n2DdFXnX4dNJ9lPdY8V3g7ox5U5Ec/s400/DSC02694.JPG" /></a> Lasand-o pe Mona-Lisa in multime, am alergat catre iubitul meu maestru pentru a-i admira opera. Vorbesc desigur despre Michelangelo. La Louvre se gasesc doi dintre minunatii sclavi ai geniului renascentist. Intre cele doua sculpturi, poti respira geniul si maiestuozitatea artei florentine. Sunt cele mai frumoase opere ale muzeului; tot o parere personala.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJz1EL-vfvHmmYih7cVQ6brIrV4CCyJVXcV6wcjtV-Lbco8U4kQRgsRqOsCGtftOy7pWqRyB5B1CaY2dvKrLYcdCQDB3Nh2n5hy01wayrk5fgdjSEwSzeD3kZNYyo_O84Yy6tAj_9eBA/s1600/DSC02678.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465907073504832946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJz1EL-vfvHmmYih7cVQ6brIrV4CCyJVXcV6wcjtV-Lbco8U4kQRgsRqOsCGtftOy7pWqRyB5B1CaY2dvKrLYcdCQDB3Nh2n5hy01wayrk5fgdjSEwSzeD3kZNYyo_O84Yy6tAj_9eBA/s400/DSC02678.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-nwHa3LHXuyMLqPQhTLyxcwA8o9MbJi2jBy_SW8DquXGrdxAOu2ZFKH12evQSnAWfdb4pJc-jhiwf6qxpdbLitapvsXo8yyTSUqmtROQdentNu2aYbe9Re3CHWGskxQzULlFqMaT1IY/s1600/DSC02717.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465906977121461090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-nwHa3LHXuyMLqPQhTLyxcwA8o9MbJi2jBy_SW8DquXGrdxAOu2ZFKH12evQSnAWfdb4pJc-jhiwf6qxpdbLitapvsXo8yyTSUqmtROQdentNu2aYbe9Re3CHWGskxQzULlFqMaT1IY/s400/DSC02717.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRj4_6Hl8dFc-7VvMv9Lm_l6HmXEEefLvftYPOH3RSJ4pTmmywDUrtjh_qV1OzdFsGfGEFwHXjVUHiRWO2hezb47XxbggJX4n0DbFHQ8BEgMh94uWV2S7MnbXVlyZLFL8UaTYUO6vtRU/s1600/DSC02725.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465906828705911282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRj4_6Hl8dFc-7VvMv9Lm_l6HmXEEefLvftYPOH3RSJ4pTmmywDUrtjh_qV1OzdFsGfGEFwHXjVUHiRWO2hezb47XxbggJX4n0DbFHQ8BEgMh94uWV2S7MnbXVlyZLFL8UaTYUO6vtRU/s400/DSC02725.JPG" /></a> Lucrari superbe de Ingres, El greco, Franz Hals, Rembrandt, Rubens, Tintoretto, Gericault, etc. Louvre-ul este un muzeu de vis.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Nc0Y7JwXrW4EzbdVESn5KUlc0F1MlBDHLbPDDqLYmFqffMIqU8wR0SoMH_kQIhvfcZpsh6oohRSp8ioO2yyV7vf21vlMDMUmZpFKJaSJOm9f64YZrlQQ90gBywOBZeeY37uVHFPzD6s/s1600/DSC02679.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465906607224321250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Nc0Y7JwXrW4EzbdVESn5KUlc0F1MlBDHLbPDDqLYmFqffMIqU8wR0SoMH_kQIhvfcZpsh6oohRSp8ioO2yyV7vf21vlMDMUmZpFKJaSJOm9f64YZrlQQ90gBywOBZeeY37uVHFPzD6s/s400/DSC02679.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVzXnalWIKESEHjbFRK5GeigmUxbsVDvfaadzYIJCRfRkL8dSL3Ya6fh0iKelCtDWsoEHSZPSiajeoMH2qT8_69M_Bnx7s4S-AdXfFSQISIeFn6jCOUyl_6q_R6sZQdc-E69IRGcWHCU/s1600/DSC02630.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465906242833436066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVzXnalWIKESEHjbFRK5GeigmUxbsVDvfaadzYIJCRfRkL8dSL3Ya6fh0iKelCtDWsoEHSZPSiajeoMH2qT8_69M_Bnx7s4S-AdXfFSQISIeFn6jCOUyl_6q_R6sZQdc-E69IRGcWHCU/s400/DSC02630.JPG" /></a><br />Un alt muzeu superb al Parisului este Marmotan Monet, unde se afla ''impresie, rasarit de soare''. Mueul se afla intr-un cartier foarte linistit, cam departe de centru, dar merita vizitat, chiar de mai multe ori. Intrarea costa 9 euro. Aici se pot admira foarte multe opere ale artistului francez, opere frumoase si interesante, plus cateva fotografii mari ale artistului.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnat3EWfEWe0aK2lfe7fDUBXc2vdD054YrtwDVPQlsTrHn4XcIPp9OkBpZjzl1CSKNsmL277R6tC-azH9usc9T-QUp8beBPt22gfTenOixBeuqGFW4by0eWaEBP4Q3y6N8ptJHZ-Y93dc/s1600/DSC02565.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465905890638684546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnat3EWfEWe0aK2lfe7fDUBXc2vdD054YrtwDVPQlsTrHn4XcIPp9OkBpZjzl1CSKNsmL277R6tC-azH9usc9T-QUp8beBPt22gfTenOixBeuqGFW4by0eWaEBP4Q3y6N8ptJHZ-Y93dc/s400/DSC02565.JPG" /></a> Muzeul Orangerie se afla la capatul gradinilor Tuillerie, langa Louvre.(nu-i chiar alaturi, ai ceva de mers) Muzeul este foarte bine ''aprovizionat'' cu impresionisti, dar are si lucrari importante moderne. Am admirat o intreaga sala cu tablouri semnate Soutine (magnifice), Utrillo, sala Paul Gauguin, Cezanne, Renoir, Derain, Matisse(preferatul meu), Picasso si Modigliani. Mi-am pastrat placerea de a vizita cele doua sali cu nuferi la urma. Si ce bine am gandit, pentru ca altfel nu cred ca as mai fi putut sa vad nici un alt tablou. Cand am intrat in prima sala, mi s-a taiat respiratia si abia mai puteam sa inaintez. Senzatia pe care o traiesti privind acesti nuferi pictati magistral de Monet nu este din aceasta lume, apartine taramului angelic. Cred totusi ca aceasta este sentimentul pe care il ai cand treci dincolo, cand vezi acea lumina, cand te unesti cu tot ceea ce este. Momentele pe care le-am petrecut in acele sali, caci este doua, sunt un bun exercitiu daca iti doresti sa vezi cum este sa fii in acum. Cred ca oamenii nu ar trebui sa puna atat de mult accentul pe meditatie si sa mearga la Paris sa vada aceste tablouri; iti ajuta spiritul mult mai mult decat statul cu ochii inchisi si chemand nu stiu ce zeitate. In fata picturilor mintea se linisteste si poate lua legatura cu Absolutul, fara nici un efort. Daca priveai din departare aveai impresia ca esti intr-un acvariu plin de nuferi si reflexii de apa, iar cand te apropiai de picturi puteai observa modernitatea tuselor si prospetimea culorilor, straturile suprapuse, transparente care iti incantau ochiul. Recomand vizitarea acestui muzeu cel putin odata in viata.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxN_AG_6o5NnLWAOrO9oVEUD_WKdG8YcLIZdz_fw4UZmFd1oI50QqAF2AQI1BBQWeHEqxjwG_0eUlRlMRWiXLtbnJj_0HoyRLWGgpWcx8kFGOa0E4aSnl25AtPeK98Bel_NRAPbNlWGQ/s1600/DSC02567.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465905636386072722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxN_AG_6o5NnLWAOrO9oVEUD_WKdG8YcLIZdz_fw4UZmFd1oI50QqAF2AQI1BBQWeHEqxjwG_0eUlRlMRWiXLtbnJj_0HoyRLWGgpWcx8kFGOa0E4aSnl25AtPeK98Bel_NRAPbNlWGQ/s400/DSC02567.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOLLL9FOmOMjIy0RZK7UC0pj1vb56kLzcsXgUkqc3lcgNlLYiNyZLSB9xnYdWZZ89vSEmyHD0BafQrJdOrCxZLKOyYNTbpllozGHtqdKh7WDmmGFvrllBE9iU__aJzp2SLLrajj0udys/s1600/DSC02547.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465905433888172482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOLLL9FOmOMjIy0RZK7UC0pj1vb56kLzcsXgUkqc3lcgNlLYiNyZLSB9xnYdWZZ89vSEmyHD0BafQrJdOrCxZLKOyYNTbpllozGHtqdKh7WDmmGFvrllBE9iU__aJzp2SLLrajj0udys/s400/DSC02547.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IMF1vsqkj6_19i5Hm7BHaoKqGn69Vt31YdmDoNO3pdyoFtH2KTtzJc5CVpYAFt1mKLGjBzZdIS6HscDFPUYnBeEVNiW1IYNVAjgjoRtbYZPfEwH5Xl0BiINiC-LjCIsZcXPJlVanOhs/s1600/DSC02746.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465905280728842962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IMF1vsqkj6_19i5Hm7BHaoKqGn69Vt31YdmDoNO3pdyoFtH2KTtzJc5CVpYAFt1mKLGjBzZdIS6HscDFPUYnBeEVNiW1IYNVAjgjoRtbYZPfEwH5Xl0BiINiC-LjCIsZcXPJlVanOhs/s400/DSC02746.JPG" /></a><br />Daca m-a impresionat ''Musee de L`Orangerie'', la ''Musee d`Orsay'' am ramas muta. In primul rand nu am mai vazut un muzeu atat de opulent si de bine organizat, desi fundatia Juan Miro din Barcelona este la mica distanta. Situat intre Louvre si L`Orangerie, Musee d`Orsay ofera la creme du la creme din lumina impresionistilor. Intrarea este 7.50 euro. La parter te intampina, pe langa decorul de lux si impecabil de elegant, opere de Manet, Monet, Courbet, Renoir, Millet, statuia lui Balzac de Rodin. Si in acest muzeu, ca in mai toate muzeele mari din capitalele Europei, se aflau elevi care invatau istoria artei in direct. Lectia despre impresionisti se tine la musee d`Orsay, lectia despre antichitate la Louvre. Toata lumea facea poze la toate lucrarile(aici nu era nimeni sa interzica nimic-de asta imi place Franta), in afara de o lucrare, una dintre capodoperele lui Courbet -''inceputul lumii'', unde multi veneau, priveau o secunda si apoi plecau. Sunt curioasa daca elevii erau adusi in fata acestui tablou pentru explicatii artistice desigur. Nu pot exemplifica imagistic aceasta lucrare din motive lesne de inteles.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBn6ZqeJpPLSXlfacb0074CNnJE83nx6zbbdwyso2LQOQqGjRRrNhHj8PRcOuG0rdlVAWz5zqR49NM0CKC8R4zkpvEOvGcM9yOG8qofIFkyz_Sl-vdFsObaE31ZDNEXgwij0LbQd7S0g/s1600/DSC02819.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465905101608875170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBn6ZqeJpPLSXlfacb0074CNnJE83nx6zbbdwyso2LQOQqGjRRrNhHj8PRcOuG0rdlVAWz5zqR49NM0CKC8R4zkpvEOvGcM9yOG8qofIFkyz_Sl-vdFsObaE31ZDNEXgwij0LbQd7S0g/s400/DSC02819.JPG" /></a> La etajele superioare incepea pleiada de artisti postimpresionisti si moderni. Cezanne, Degas, Van Gogh, Gauguin, Lautrec, Matisse, din nou Monet. Din punctul meu de vedere, parisul nu are comparatie in materie de arta cu nici un alt oras din Europa. Este adevarat ca nu le-am vizitat pe toate,dar imi mentin totusi aceasta parere.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTL4qj24BH3WOORWOr3oeATqRWijGNJPqrsWvR4K27lRVQHBvLxAh6-OKMBkQR8TEZEb2IhZmoqY-YjQPRBHoD13MYvUjTO8PcogkLbPxSMYy2v7j2OuccHTVpWYBoFxknR6hmFaWr98/s1600/DSC02844.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904993896474066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTL4qj24BH3WOORWOr3oeATqRWijGNJPqrsWvR4K27lRVQHBvLxAh6-OKMBkQR8TEZEb2IhZmoqY-YjQPRBHoD13MYvUjTO8PcogkLbPxSMYy2v7j2OuccHTVpWYBoFxknR6hmFaWr98/s400/DSC02844.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg88vigokn-fHIlYNgpomqmBiTohFHTRDihq6Lid6BpfjKmDW8uUSEa_EpvCiybchwVVczgkEHx3R5vd665NK0s7HqOcNZy6JyfG2jULM8lmiWtBqsVjB4Y-vuTxwqoddiakCG5bTTXtYQ/s1600/DSC02855.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904249684430562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg88vigokn-fHIlYNgpomqmBiTohFHTRDihq6Lid6BpfjKmDW8uUSEa_EpvCiybchwVVczgkEHx3R5vd665NK0s7HqOcNZy6JyfG2jULM8lmiWtBqsVjB4Y-vuTxwqoddiakCG5bTTXtYQ/s400/DSC02855.JPG" /></a><br />Atelierul lui Constantin Brancusi se afla langa centrul Pompidou, si spre surprinderea mea intrarea era libera. Era deschis doar intre orele 14.00 si 16.00.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdsEpS2lxsQMmOlWUUZnCj_egYGRXash1OmytQhzuEiecRM5b7OSK2Kq-STZ2ezvSNnDQBCevOuEIcYlQlsHacRha6mNHbS79GeH05majjTl0tDVLUjtDtpZBR_Y18ldNUwmrVhSiEy4/s1600/DSC02878.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904164214103186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdsEpS2lxsQMmOlWUUZnCj_egYGRXash1OmytQhzuEiecRM5b7OSK2Kq-STZ2ezvSNnDQBCevOuEIcYlQlsHacRha6mNHbS79GeH05majjTl0tDVLUjtDtpZBR_Y18ldNUwmrVhSiEy4/s400/DSC02878.JPG" /></a><br />In interior se pot vizita cateva camere reamenajate din atelierul marelui sculptor, plus cateva lucrari.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_rQdefhFRS1cRGTntANETDNnH9HddmWYwyaeZWytcZQoskdwSB1ka04SCVKnN6xB9uTIRKZR5MsFeFsUgsBHSOxWYUAJq9qJfP3o-pEAUk9pI-EVaayGhha7shzDzcVrsSj9osdb5X0/s1600/DSC02890.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904060615544242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_rQdefhFRS1cRGTntANETDNnH9HddmWYwyaeZWytcZQoskdwSB1ka04SCVKnN6xB9uTIRKZR5MsFeFsUgsBHSOxWYUAJq9qJfP3o-pEAUk9pI-EVaayGhha7shzDzcVrsSj9osdb5X0/s400/DSC02890.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CYGTY-5cPuXg-EWzSYvXONxRRYi8_byTSZBEDZkoun4fN4Ygi4ddMiMYxaPSa_bGGP2v0ImQqKvtGD-GynnDGZP1H1O92sF45qBNAEbwgiun0StRllVw-lFtPE0ihc-sWPTGr2e5exo/s1600/DSC02874.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465863697381499874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CYGTY-5cPuXg-EWzSYvXONxRRYi8_byTSZBEDZkoun4fN4Ygi4ddMiMYxaPSa_bGGP2v0ImQqKvtGD-GynnDGZP1H1O92sF45qBNAEbwgiun0StRllVw-lFtPE0ihc-sWPTGr2e5exo/s400/DSC02874.JPG" /></a><br />Centrul Pompidou, muzeu de arta contemporana, opera de arta din exterior si in interior. Intrarea costa 12 euro. Cu riscul de a ma repeta voi spune ca este un muzeu superb care iti rearanjeaza conceptiile artistice, indiferent de nivelul la care crezi ca esti. In jurul centrului se gasesc tot felul de alte centre pentru shopping, in special magazine pitoresti de specialitati: de ciocolata, de foie gras(care costa cam 18 euro vrea 10 grame, cel mai ieftin pret), de branzeturi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXn06G0Lss-PjY63gsV7WhKUCYhUjuMYYdf0JQlALdTD552rAvNPEVwliUaHxFC5bAawksYH7MGXoedYd-KiSNPQjWUN0Ll0sGdE4Mq8YctEFkdXBiTuJ5PbG5QcyN9K4NWJ39t3lk7_8/s1600/DSC02610.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465863180051719650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXn06G0Lss-PjY63gsV7WhKUCYhUjuMYYdf0JQlALdTD552rAvNPEVwliUaHxFC5bAawksYH7MGXoedYd-KiSNPQjWUN0Ll0sGdE4Mq8YctEFkdXBiTuJ5PbG5QcyN9K4NWJ39t3lk7_8/s400/DSC02610.JPG" /></a><br />Montmartre-cartierul artistilor.Si asa este. Se afla in apropierea bazilicii Sacre Coeur. Pentru a ajunge la ambele obiective trebuie sa urci ''cateva'' trepte, nu putine.Noi le-am urcat de doua ori in cateva minute pentru ca mai intai am vizitat biserica si apoi am coborat pentru a ne interesa de Montmartre, pentru a afla ca trebuie sa urcam din nou acele trepte.<br />Deci pentru Montmartre mergeti la sacre Coeur si faceti la stanga. Este un cartier extrem de pitoresc, mic si incantator. In centru se afla multe cafenele si restaurante tipic frantuzesti, unde chelnerii sunt imbracati pe modelul ''Gavroche''.<br />Tot aici am mancat una dintre cele mai bune inghetate, evident italiene, de fructul pasiunii.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIzVXGzPcJNpUy6dsvSii1ytSufZzLUts7xh5zGxzZqThyphenhyphenmfSYH1skW00W4_aDsWPcoW4417OyWmbcIQFTbXG_4e7tTS5YKkYTZehMBWoeHO4-H0Hif5f_WJ1aKaDJUl42Nj0UXZ8ECM/s1600/DSC02613.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465863096205919554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIzVXGzPcJNpUy6dsvSii1ytSufZzLUts7xh5zGxzZqThyphenhyphenmfSYH1skW00W4_aDsWPcoW4417OyWmbcIQFTbXG_4e7tTS5YKkYTZehMBWoeHO4-H0Hif5f_WJ1aKaDJUl42Nj0UXZ8ECM/s400/DSC02613.JPG" /></a> Singurul muzeu viabil din cartier este cel al lui Dali.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRhqaSufCGRk9MRs6r-P21YrmM6yQQMS4HG9HcsBjgMYa3eDs5sndWOMKDyODZqNJrfDcIONxeeCtFQQO7dgQZHKWw5rrN-xeR9iN1VbopwbmKXhtAulKMGWy6Dul3hiEylgOdOwgiKwc/s1600/DSC02579.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904577606460082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRhqaSufCGRk9MRs6r-P21YrmM6yQQMS4HG9HcsBjgMYa3eDs5sndWOMKDyODZqNJrfDcIONxeeCtFQQO7dgQZHKWw5rrN-xeR9iN1VbopwbmKXhtAulKMGWy6Dul3hiEylgOdOwgiKwc/s400/DSC02579.JPG" /></a><br />Daca vizitezi Parisul trebuie neaparat (asa se zice, nu stiu de ce) sa treci pe podul Alexandru al treilea. Poate pentru ca aici se filmeaza orice film respectabil de la Hollywood. Intr-adevar este frumos si ziua si noaptea(mai frumos e noaptea) si de aici de fac multe fotografii in care trebuie sa prinzi statuile de pe pod si turnul Eiffel dintr-un singur click al aparatului, daca nu degeaba ai mai venit.Aflandu-te pe acest pod ai impresia ca turnul este foarte aproape, dar nu este. Chiar deloc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Noi am mers pe jos, prin cartiere, ceea ce a fost interesant, pentru a ajunge la celebrul turn.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRSP1UGYQpnUv4ip36RxKCkEnhhyF-nMYgPXubfsiAuNvpjewQo4PdUjfP6ZVZEmkd0Om2CruMl5KJzlewEuFIOtmQdVly80M8ePBt0CR3CquDHx5o3PoTpc_ORO9TofehWsYK0fuCsQ/s1600/DSC02588.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465862975046807826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRSP1UGYQpnUv4ip36RxKCkEnhhyF-nMYgPXubfsiAuNvpjewQo4PdUjfP6ZVZEmkd0Om2CruMl5KJzlewEuFIOtmQdVly80M8ePBt0CR3CquDHx5o3PoTpc_ORO9TofehWsYK0fuCsQ/s400/DSC02588.JPG" /></a><br />Am ajuns prin partea stanga, pe la pilonul din sud. Am vazut coada de intrare si am zis pas; deja picioarele urlau de durere. Asta se intampla in timpul zilei, caci noaptea, cand am ajuns la turn prin aceasi parte, am avut parte de o surpriza care cel putin pe mine m-a inspaimantat atat de mult incat am uitat unde sunt. Ai zice ca la cata lume viziteaza acest obiectiv nu se mai poate intampla asa ceva dar la norocul meu... Deci ziceam ca am venit la turn din parte stanga, din sud, printr-o zona semi-itunecata, cand dintr-o data, cand sa trec spre centrul turnului, vad ceva negru si destul de mare care imi taie calea si celalalt(probabil partenerul sau) in spatele meu: da, erau doi sobolani. Cand m-am linistit dupa tipetele prelungi si fuga necontrolata dar cu destul de mare viteza, am hotarat totusi sa nu mai urcam in turn. Eram deja traumatizate. In rest foarte frumos turnul si impresionant.<br /><br /><br /><br />Cand gongul orologiului bate ora exacta(asta se intampla noaptea), are loc o explozie de lumini pe suprafata turnului, care dureaza cateva minute, dupa care isi revine la luminatia sa obisnuita.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWKeaqYVawT3K4xUh80kZL5qMRWiCVU-G4AWvyl4dgjw0oE65rnOrFzOGqeC_0Ds5gPeLfoluCWVtEMdXtngJQHudzfZyvDfhwhiktGIhQX2M-8pXzgxJJpblusk68fafqbgnnCgGfIk/s1600/DSC02651.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465863292617113410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWKeaqYVawT3K4xUh80kZL5qMRWiCVU-G4AWvyl4dgjw0oE65rnOrFzOGqeC_0Ds5gPeLfoluCWVtEMdXtngJQHudzfZyvDfhwhiktGIhQX2M-8pXzgxJJpblusk68fafqbgnnCgGfIk/s400/DSC02651.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIckKBDP0BvUXcUqBTCA6URVTnfmWuT8fWACmVjsTTDWBc-nvnblXm5X1jan0pXqkZ_x_mlLeLXk3BnYWhGAn25ksDIfRGTvBVm9M_sB-5u1SEUELJpZl6RLyIK579xGE4nQDS9Kg2ww/s1600/DSC02918.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465862835890677074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIckKBDP0BvUXcUqBTCA6URVTnfmWuT8fWACmVjsTTDWBc-nvnblXm5X1jan0pXqkZ_x_mlLeLXk3BnYWhGAn25ksDIfRGTvBVm9M_sB-5u1SEUELJpZl6RLyIK579xGE4nQDS9Kg2ww/s400/DSC02918.JPG" /></a><br />O plimbare pe Champs Elysees iti poate schimba viata sau macar perceptia asupra ei. Este cu adevarat unul dintre cele mai elegante bulevarde din lume. Noi din pacate nu am fost decat intr-o singura noaptea, nu-mi explic de ce, dar plimbarea pe care am facut-o de la Arcul de triumf pana la place de la Concorde ne-a umplut sufletele de bucurie si opulenta.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMF9K4dmpPlrkajX4yiNNghn5IFnug0le1yqyTZuy9JjR9jVwTYIK-R7l5O2rM0jaKvDTQ1JjIB2YEN2oYRUda7qXpAudWeNxMsix8ho5Q5ai8wY9PUvdObAXw908y-Mx-TSmI5DddOg/s1600/DSC02616.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465862132644419090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMF9K4dmpPlrkajX4yiNNghn5IFnug0le1yqyTZuy9JjR9jVwTYIK-R7l5O2rM0jaKvDTQ1JjIB2YEN2oYRUda7qXpAudWeNxMsix8ho5Q5ai8wY9PUvdObAXw908y-Mx-TSmI5DddOg/s400/DSC02616.JPG" /></a><br />Biserica Notre-Dame din Paris poate fi caracterizata doar prin: superba.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgUPcfI371qjZEcLWxkykXy1ehmhzpy9g9Kmx7A5KUxtinnDdUxGNDI7YmF6C-ApZrwG5_t859GMgW28CB46BbmAxgV3nczT08sW_HNITV8GCCKrBwcytLUVe1olWr9mB9ipDD_esX3Y/s1600/DSC02897.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465861681489940594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgUPcfI371qjZEcLWxkykXy1ehmhzpy9g9Kmx7A5KUxtinnDdUxGNDI7YmF6C-ApZrwG5_t859GMgW28CB46BbmAxgV3nczT08sW_HNITV8GCCKrBwcytLUVe1olWr9mB9ipDD_esX3Y/s400/DSC02897.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSKqCIn2Cl4TyZS_0S4vaK-nuWh5Vcclmh18_sKzuoNzvz5XFgYptSCGkhAxmqjSCdJvQ285lu1NW9YCgvHoQWxDeyO6bhnwc5fWY7c6uDHTSLPjSMCX2OQbWdeBlsuPBRoaKrCWfuC4/s1600/DSC02601.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465861542989851458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSKqCIn2Cl4TyZS_0S4vaK-nuWh5Vcclmh18_sKzuoNzvz5XFgYptSCGkhAxmqjSCdJvQ285lu1NW9YCgvHoQWxDeyO6bhnwc5fWY7c6uDHTSLPjSMCX2OQbWdeBlsuPBRoaKrCWfuC4/s400/DSC02601.JPG" /></a> Sacre Coeur, minunea alba din Montmartre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe1b6nannRd5RCqFKrUcsCu51Uq5aS6Jdczn6F0xmLmXKP4Z3Q0KVHv0rOll3Qqr4LW2Jvu-vvcVtXfgKjl0e3tXYb6zb0yHdbDjF5MezF_oNDZ_YggJoaW4SrYtVVnMd8WdHA7AAWjc/s1600/DSC02860.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465861364525948850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe1b6nannRd5RCqFKrUcsCu51Uq5aS6Jdczn6F0xmLmXKP4Z3Q0KVHv0rOll3Qqr4LW2Jvu-vvcVtXfgKjl0e3tXYb6zb0yHdbDjF5MezF_oNDZ_YggJoaW4SrYtVVnMd8WdHA7AAWjc/s400/DSC02860.JPG" /></a><br />Si pentru iubitorii de shopping: Galeriile LaFayette. Noi am intrat, fara sa stim, in LaFayette Famme, caci exista si LaFayette Homme, LaFayette Maison si LaFayette Gourmet. Noi abia am putut survola LaFayette Famme si doua minute la Gourmet, pentru ca picioarele din nou nu mai raspundeau la comenzi. Aici am invatat o lectie foarte utila pentru vizitele in strainatate: sa nu mergem la shopping seara sau dupa un muzeu: ochii, creierul si picioarele devin de necunoscut, nu mai apartin aceluiasi corp.<br />Galeriile LaFayette mai exista si in cartierul Montparnasse, unde am fost si noi pentru a descoperi ca nu prea este nimic de vizitat acolo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuHPFAskWxeu2arobcWPS5clZHegAhGkK_kXFqAab6ax62Jz4M5ce2jsm76DMJ8aYd2vkHtqxlfZLPxmY01bkLO6xr2eoW6TE8NUMG3Pj3OGhIvQrBFGo6WZoETpHG3_vPgd3qdba3gE/s1600/DSC02861.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465861259934209730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuHPFAskWxeu2arobcWPS5clZHegAhGkK_kXFqAab6ax62Jz4M5ce2jsm76DMJ8aYd2vkHtqxlfZLPxmY01bkLO6xr2eoW6TE8NUMG3Pj3OGhIvQrBFGo6WZoETpHG3_vPgd3qdba3gE/s400/DSC02861.JPG" /></a> Nu, aici nu suntem la opera din Paris, desi asa pare, ci in interiorul galeriilor. Opera se afla exact vis-a-vis de galerii. Si aici forfota mare era tot la parter, unde erau reduceri la produse de cosmetica si la parfumuri de firma. Eu eram racita bocna si totusi abia puteam sa respir din cauza atator miasme de Dior, Channel si Paco Rabanne. La etajul 1 incepeau magazinele de fashion Channel, Jimmy Choo, Dior, unde nu mai era atata aglomeratie.La Gourmet nu am prea stat ca deja simteam cum calc direct pe oase, deci nu mai era cazul, caci de la galerii pana la hotel faceai mai mult de jumatate de ora.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TwBVHU-z5EdQZZz2o6iFrrchCHjneBGN57-bvTTSOE6uEiNJVnSY8UD3wetREopmUxnG_lZo7Ojpbb_t2WBcSMQIbuzB6RRhUie8B0SsVusZPZYHcxQWZy_22fDOx9_zOK3w1Rbzni0/s1600/DSC02905.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860872200476162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TwBVHU-z5EdQZZz2o6iFrrchCHjneBGN57-bvTTSOE6uEiNJVnSY8UD3wetREopmUxnG_lZo7Ojpbb_t2WBcSMQIbuzB6RRhUie8B0SsVusZPZYHcxQWZy_22fDOx9_zOK3w1Rbzni0/s400/DSC02905.JPG" /></a><br />Cartierul Latin se afla in apropierea catedralei Notre-Dame, in dreapta. Aici se gasesc o multitudine de restaurante din toate natiile posibile. In fata fiecarui restaurant sta cate o perosana care incearca sa te imbie cu specialitatea nationala respectiva. Am evitat italienii, nu numai din cauza zgomotului pe care il produceau, dar sa fii la Paris si sa mananci pizza mi se pare o blasfemie. Am plecat dintr-un restaurant marocan in care cu greu am intrat din cauza spatiului care practic nu prea exista, pentru ca nu ne-au lasat sa comandam un singur fel de mancare la doua persoane(portiile erau foarte mari). Si am mers la un restaurant cu specific frantuzesc. Nici aici spatiul nu era impresionant, dar era pitoresc. Am comandat un meniu de 10 euro care continea o supa de scoici(midii) in vin, o portie de peste cu sos de unt si cartofi prajiti si o inghetata, si eu am vrut sa experimentez celebrii melci- 6euro, 6 melci.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxBv9AAIsV1cjTFyrkLKlPg9nxvRRRG7FhzjBLt-PfH7gJjiGoO4KxsM22ZTAX_WjFc2rp_TgYdN1gQrP3J9LpuPpj8YHLW3hOxopSEjwqb8_Aft67_soGet1SpIjrbxpXlt7zw2WVSk/s1600/DSC02907.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860745987029170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxBv9AAIsV1cjTFyrkLKlPg9nxvRRRG7FhzjBLt-PfH7gJjiGoO4KxsM22ZTAX_WjFc2rp_TgYdN1gQrP3J9LpuPpj8YHLW3hOxopSEjwqb8_Aft67_soGet1SpIjrbxpXlt7zw2WVSk/s400/DSC02907.JPG" /></a>Melcii, facuti intr-un sos divin de unt si usturoi m-au cucerit. Sigur acesta este un starter, nu te poti satura cu asa ceva, dar merita un astfel de moft. Trebuie sa admir si sa aplaud restaurantele din Paris pentru ca ofera o carafa de apa rece fiecarui client, mai ales daca acesta nu comanda ceva de la bar(asa ca noi). In Spania puteai sa te topesti de caldura, ti se uscau si gandurile pana iti cumparai o cerveca(bere), care pentru calitatea prezentata costa extrem de mult.Chiar si gratis daca o dadeau tot era mult. In rest am vizitat mult restaurantele cu specific indian, extraordinar de ieftine si de o calitate foarte buna. Cartierul indian este situat in zona garii de nord, la o statie de Sacre Coeur. Aici se poate manca foarte satios si bun cu doar cativa euro. Iar daca continui sa cauti mancare ieftina, mergi drept inainte si dai de cartierul turcesc si musulman, unde noi am gasit ''durum'' (nu stiu daca am scris bine), se aseamana cu shaorma, dar intru-cat eu nu am mancat asa ceva in Romania nu pot face diferenta. Aceasta continea carne la gratar, salata, rosii, lipie turceasca si cartofi prajiti separat, totul la incredibilul pret de 5 euro. Respectiva compozitie era de doua persoane. La restaurantul indian unde am fost am gustat pui tandori care nu cred ca vazuse tandori vreodata, curry cu peste care nu a fost mancabil din cauza gustului de iute care iti impideica gandirea si chiar si vederea. Cea mai frumoasa experienta de acolo a fost parota, un fel de lipie indiana(roti) umpluta cu branza frantuzeasca. Un deliciu! Aluatul framantat cu ghee (unt clarificat) este izbit literalmente de masa pana ajunge la consistenta unei foi de tigara, dupa care se pune minunatia de branza. Se aseaza pe o plita si apoi se serveste cu manuta.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXult189E0UBhN8Ar_lTvnGsilgTbOCyiCxxlH5oJxAvBioF56rCNnB4Tb0pEI4uuoAcqeXtm_FtjaEEkebkTmoDYgnGj6IigY1xueWdNRs6C51WsyNJ6w3OI2ZaSw15Rd98YxJLCtcM/s1600/DSC02987.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860604028280418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXult189E0UBhN8Ar_lTvnGsilgTbOCyiCxxlH5oJxAvBioF56rCNnB4Tb0pEI4uuoAcqeXtm_FtjaEEkebkTmoDYgnGj6IigY1xueWdNRs6C51WsyNJ6w3OI2ZaSw15Rd98YxJLCtcM/s400/DSC02987.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Acesta este Parthenonul.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPzJ9c_QAAGHhNmcDQBsbIY1SwTIsm7gUl5hs-igcswRBWQVGwXjBRbqKNPf13277pxMZjebS7dkTI0khIOfsYUBpp2zdw2yJ_KnrwfRy7DJ5_AomWSyW_WAlYs7FteNbwtVLTelOmjM/s1600/DSC02982.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860441750752914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPzJ9c_QAAGHhNmcDQBsbIY1SwTIsm7gUl5hs-igcswRBWQVGwXjBRbqKNPf13277pxMZjebS7dkTI0khIOfsYUBpp2zdw2yJ_KnrwfRy7DJ5_AomWSyW_WAlYs7FteNbwtVLTelOmjM/s400/DSC02982.JPG" /></a> Pe langa parthenon am descoperit inghetata, desigur italiana.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zzue5_v3BYfTz-7rD-yDtE-ltfIju7N3qXrWLOYpgulpFWxLDQ-oFq3cXLGG2HzuYuRx0pdxqSvXNDwzBTs2t-KimfzOm-LoU5HO1H_NpCDUtHTr8n_leDsIvm1bv-Th0_xvxITy1Sw/s1600/DSC02999.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465860348217762082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zzue5_v3BYfTz-7rD-yDtE-ltfIju7N3qXrWLOYpgulpFWxLDQ-oFq3cXLGG2HzuYuRx0pdxqSvXNDwzBTs2t-KimfzOm-LoU5HO1H_NpCDUtHTr8n_leDsIvm1bv-Th0_xvxITy1Sw/s400/DSC02999.JPG" /></a> Tot in aceasta zona se afla Gradinle Luxemburg, o minunatie de parc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-77884403243151526432010-04-29T06:33:00.000-07:002010-04-30T02:23:01.026-07:00BARCELONA, SPANIA- august 2008 si decembrie 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi044FcA0PMJ2BFn1lKAu0rQ704pv4shVbizGjBan_wsFN8JHv9HIPL8rIfMdiGAQwjMakPgIwAo4QL5JVpb1ZegbNNvoU6MEQtpKtEV1T-Gk9ZFer2oVot4k2A9WP3HsBPbZN0IulqeCM/s1600/DSC01140.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465588244892603154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi044FcA0PMJ2BFn1lKAu0rQ704pv4shVbizGjBan_wsFN8JHv9HIPL8rIfMdiGAQwjMakPgIwAo4QL5JVpb1ZegbNNvoU6MEQtpKtEV1T-Gk9ZFer2oVot4k2A9WP3HsBPbZN0IulqeCM/s400/DSC01140.JPG" /></a><br />Am avut sansa de a vizita acest magnific oras prima data in august si apoi in decembrie. Cea mai mare diferenta intre cele doua perioade este aglomeratia. Vara in general, alaturi de caldura aproape imposibil de suportat, exista si fenomenul migratie turistica. In locurile speciale pentru turisti, cum ar fi Parcul Guel, piata Spaniei, Sagrada Familia, trebuie sa fii un fotograf foarte iscusit astfel incat sa poti prinde si o parte din obiectivul vizat si nu grupuri grupuri de turisti care fac acelasi lucru ca si tine, adica fotografiaza. Iarna nu mai este atat de aglomerat, insa este frig, nu ger, dar nici nu poti sta prea mult pe strada si asta implica bani dati pe cafele prin restaurante, nu afara pe terasa asa cum ai face-o vara(terasa pentru fumatori).Deasemenea noua ne place inghetata, cea italiana, care este cea mai buna, si pe care o consumam indiferent de anotimp. Este mai greu de luat o gelata italiana iarna si a o savura pe strada sau pe o banca. La capitolul mancare nu prea am experimentat atat cat ne-am fi dorit, incat los dineros nu prea ne-au dat jos. Dar am observat ca mancarea traditionala spaniola era gatita cu succes de catre emigrantii nr.1, indienii. O alta cultura bine dezvoltata este cea chineza. Aici se poate manca foarte mult, foarte bun cu foarte putini bani. Un platou mare de orez(normal) cu diverse fructe de mare putea costa in jur de 5 euro. La indieni pe de alta parte, daca inchideai ochii si aveai norocul de a nu observa bucatarul, puteai manca cu aceiasi bani putini platouri traditionale spaniole cum ar fi tortillia(o omleta cu cartofi), creveti pane, bocadillias, etc.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj-h9U5m3eyTORzYTdoYDT3u3DZTLqzTMT23F_dGTQl5N4Juq1X-pTDg_KyBoOVb2S6OEVjt4ZNTtfyCwfWOjHM6VikvTB2dF1fQaiAwjCGNfrw7gnw-AWuwGGspTrSmu90UzdDnqnS0/s1600/DSC01116.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587744712953842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj-h9U5m3eyTORzYTdoYDT3u3DZTLqzTMT23F_dGTQl5N4Juq1X-pTDg_KyBoOVb2S6OEVjt4ZNTtfyCwfWOjHM6VikvTB2dF1fQaiAwjCGNfrw7gnw-AWuwGGspTrSmu90UzdDnqnS0/s400/DSC01116.JPG" /></a><br />In august fiind atat de cald, la mare cerere a fost berea spaniola. Spun bere spaniola, dar de fapt era ca o apa cu gust de bere. A fost o adevarata aventura si sa comandam o astfel de bautura, intru-cat spaniolii nu inteleg nici o alta limba in afara de cea neaosa. Am incercat intai cu traditionalul ''beer'', apoi cu italuanul ''bira'', am recurs apoi la gimnastica, ca sa aflam ca in spania berea(care cu indulgenta are 3% alcool) se numeste cerveza. In fiecare bar sau restaurant, la fiecare cerveza, ar trebui sa fii servit cu traditionalele tapas, niste gustari spaniole care adesea sunt compuse din cateva creveti, calamari pane, tortillas. Aceste tapas din partea casei sunt obligatorii, numai ca unii vazand ca esti turist, se fac ca uita sau ca nu stiu. Cel mai bun restaurant pe care am avut bucuria sa-l vizitam a fost unul cu specific mexican, de la unul dintre cele mai mari si mai frumoase mall-uri din Barcelona, Glories, situat langa turnul Agbar. Acolo puteai alege un platou imens (de doua persoane) cu esenta Mexicului: un burrito gigant, quesadilla cu pui, sos de rosii si guacamole cu doar 13 euro , plus un chili con carne de 2 euro. Iar la desert am comandat un burrito dulce, extraordinar de bun.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6FKuacK1zb_SzDL6gHT_fikJtBDkAWHpb5bzMBCLDVfPTWR2cmaVROTGMb-LUxpw4Y0mIynWLd_Od6JPoD0cq9Mr4RMKFpVmtZKMC_mSiEmkkVPk-PxrF73rNzb5YazY-TjnfNGwAEQ/s1600/DSC01131.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587615047039810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf6FKuacK1zb_SzDL6gHT_fikJtBDkAWHpb5bzMBCLDVfPTWR2cmaVROTGMb-LUxpw4Y0mIynWLd_Od6JPoD0cq9Mr4RMKFpVmtZKMC_mSiEmkkVPk-PxrF73rNzb5YazY-TjnfNGwAEQ/s400/DSC01131.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Trensportul in Barca este foarte simplu, statiile de metro sunt foarte ''expresive'', adica iti indica exact obiectivul turistic, nu ai nevoie neaparat de harta. Astfel am descins prima data la Sagrada Familia. Cum iesi din statia de metro, pe oricare iesire (sunt vreo patru), te copleseste maretia si frumusetea acestei constructii. Iti uiti gandurile si te topesti in aceasta opera de arta GENIALA. Catedrala are doua intrari, una reprezentand partea veche, inceputa de Gaudi, cu nasterea lui Isus, cu Fecioara Maria si Iosif, cu porumbei, etc, si partea a doua, cea noua ce infatiseaza magnific scenele restignirii, pe cei 12 apostoli si simbolic inaltarea. Intrarea costa 12 euro, iar ridicarea cu liftul in unul dintre turnuri, alti 2 euro. In interior se poate vizita nava principala, muzeul Gaudi cu schitele sale originale, machete si poti citi biografia artistului.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TGwNQkVi6BvHzn0GJG3kd3ePVoJlEIb7picpTYr8cClRr5dvt0gTD7K4wI_tjZAsmtrNJg9DkjBdmz_-1RDLzBbQx_zoE0qTpWYBRe5q5yCz2hf-N7tyPZKpV4SEPDOwK97S0wrK5Ds/s1600/DSC01122.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587528798352562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TGwNQkVi6BvHzn0GJG3kd3ePVoJlEIb7picpTYr8cClRr5dvt0gTD7K4wI_tjZAsmtrNJg9DkjBdmz_-1RDLzBbQx_zoE0qTpWYBRe5q5yCz2hf-N7tyPZKpV4SEPDOwK97S0wrK5Ds/s400/DSC01122.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBc-T_D1b2riZyUe_qEjOs5zGV8z74lwruS3w5ToSKsU0PZ0hin3Dx6Q9vknc0ulrnjxweQncVdP3VEBMoVs62C9dolXYthjrWFaaAviV5RVvo0_9h18LpY3laZepPVYMkN-CkpFML2o/s1600/DSC01109.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587377106684066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBc-T_D1b2riZyUe_qEjOs5zGV8z74lwruS3w5ToSKsU0PZ0hin3Dx6Q9vknc0ulrnjxweQncVdP3VEBMoVs62C9dolXYthjrWFaaAviV5RVvo0_9h18LpY3laZepPVYMkN-CkpFML2o/s400/DSC01109.JPG" /></a><br />Sentimentul pe care il ai in fata acestei opere este coplesitor, te simti ca intr-o alta dimensiune. Tot in muzeul din interior sunt expuse si sursele de inspiratie pentru Gaudi: plase cu muguri ale diferitelor plante, tot felul de cochilii cu forme ciudate, structuri de plante, etc. Este una dintre operele de arta ce trebuiesc vizitate macar o data in viata.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCUGq2GA9xGYlyHZjO0HIzwDcU6vmQAnlmD3ANYWwlNRudVa4K8_uV1ENau1LlzZQuRrNhawM0mntF2slUSgGicWKrtKppHGhaec1eDy152g4Rtnk2vJKPVY1fPVlRDlqu7abgKy5QkQ/s1600/DSC01039.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587278807392546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCUGq2GA9xGYlyHZjO0HIzwDcU6vmQAnlmD3ANYWwlNRudVa4K8_uV1ENau1LlzZQuRrNhawM0mntF2slUSgGicWKrtKppHGhaec1eDy152g4Rtnk2vJKPVY1fPVlRDlqu7abgKy5QkQ/s400/DSC01039.JPG" /></a><br />Magnifica Piazza Spania si Palatul Montjuic. Noi am ajuns prima data in timpul zilei, am vazut fantana, care nu functiona si am admirat frumusetea orasului vazut de la inaltime. Si atat. Noi nu ne intersasem de obiectivele turistice ale orasului inainte de calatorie; norocul nostru a fost ca ne-am intalnit cu niste romani draguti in metro care ne-au spus despre spectacolele impresionante oferite de primarie la fantana Montjuic noaptea, dupa orele 19.00. Dar nu sunt impresionante, sunt de-a dreptul uluitoare. Starea degajata de jocul apei, culorile care imbratiseaza picaturile de apa, muzica superba, te plimba dintr-o dimensiune in alta, ca in final sa doresti sa nu mai revii pe pamant. Odata ce esti martor la un astfel de spectacol, in primul rand nu mai esti acelasi om si in al doilea rand, devii dependent. Fanatanile incep sa ''cante'' incepand cu oerel 21.00 vara si orele 19.00 iarna. Melodiile sunt grupate in calupuri, pe genuri: clasic, rock, opera, pop. Pentru mine punctul culminant a fost cant am auzit primele accente ale capodoperei ''Barcelona'' cantata de Freddie Mercury si Montserat Cabale. Este o senzatie asemanatoare cu iluminarea, card ca asa se simtea Buddha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZzSImGmnXUZQey2i3fJgQW_qYa5xsAbB5QGY5jwx1Sms9k-iKWqzt0ktghdem4uXCc1onmlc2RUkvK39c2sRl4QjgAxBRls80R6OOZ65vS8gmtNugEfWddv3JJULtT9RGJPRlUnN9pU/s1600/DSC01050.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587150856050242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZzSImGmnXUZQey2i3fJgQW_qYa5xsAbB5QGY5jwx1Sms9k-iKWqzt0ktghdem4uXCc1onmlc2RUkvK39c2sRl4QjgAxBRls80R6OOZ65vS8gmtNugEfWddv3JJULtT9RGJPRlUnN9pU/s400/DSC01050.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRg4PGs1djmF6-MTSrBS_wpA4VdLdA9D9PleO2O_6ZmltNDbpaE2ZnyWB-U1WMoHd8EQxB_AifEluOKaeupoYn4nnQvjYQD0Il1BEYsLWUX6-0ZUgxHV6rR2JpgPMnplSwk4LezTfOv2U/s1600/DSC01040.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587074303192482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRg4PGs1djmF6-MTSrBS_wpA4VdLdA9D9PleO2O_6ZmltNDbpaE2ZnyWB-U1WMoHd8EQxB_AifEluOKaeupoYn4nnQvjYQD0Il1BEYsLWUX6-0ZUgxHV6rR2JpgPMnplSwk4LezTfOv2U/s400/DSC01040.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Figura trista este datorata faptului ca muzeul de arta aflat in palatul Montjuic adapostea o expozitie a lucrarilor lui Picasso, Duchamp si Man Ray, iar noi am ajuns duminica la pranz, cand era bineanteles inchis. Mare pacat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4ompspQpDy0V9CGGNZfAybUOjhZkHnS8VIoFVxEcBAj-zrpah8IwUCQQ8c-QiVvO3_GL7az2QJzFIVom_CKKEsXAAstIsASlUDhkSIfcb_3CgHNsNZcr7Mryf9lWhqQmE3OgH2nqfb8/s1600/DSC01103.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586964075859234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4ompspQpDy0V9CGGNZfAybUOjhZkHnS8VIoFVxEcBAj-zrpah8IwUCQQ8c-QiVvO3_GL7az2QJzFIVom_CKKEsXAAstIsASlUDhkSIfcb_3CgHNsNZcr7Mryf9lWhqQmE3OgH2nqfb8/s400/DSC01103.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmrNcuniiszHsAM_aT-YgoOInbFlwOztlOgcbGrGMiPViVgCkDImF2G3R-T_Nk8S1FSjDE4wVa4YIaNZzSp5xCVLYnWKwjiGxnZFnY6YJFf-lNdHnLiDgM_MDVzzdiiyxKqwni0NG0Bo/s1600/DSC01104.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586875285199282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmrNcuniiszHsAM_aT-YgoOInbFlwOztlOgcbGrGMiPViVgCkDImF2G3R-T_Nk8S1FSjDE4wVa4YIaNZzSp5xCVLYnWKwjiGxnZFnY6YJFf-lNdHnLiDgM_MDVzzdiiyxKqwni0NG0Bo/s400/DSC01104.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vara era o aglomeratie langa fantana Montjuic, incat a trebuit sa ne tinem de maini pentru a nu ne pierde. Poza este facuta dupa terminarea programului(mult dupa ora 24.00), cand se putea respira.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreS-zlNPTbX3TY8M0JV4oNGeEjEu_gPat8XIbrAtOR7PVnYlp_R_c5NvJlX2jyIAgWt7iCcchaK9TrtKxYWzauHr4kBolSMXlT1jfVGs1TVRf4FWcaI010CI1CdIrrW5_d0U1WrsKyT4/s1600/DSC01066.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586788325527586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreS-zlNPTbX3TY8M0JV4oNGeEjEu_gPat8XIbrAtOR7PVnYlp_R_c5NvJlX2jyIAgWt7iCcchaK9TrtKxYWzauHr4kBolSMXlT1jfVGs1TVRf4FWcaI010CI1CdIrrW5_d0U1WrsKyT4/s400/DSC01066.JPG" /></a><br />De-a lungul aleelor din pitz Spaniei erau fantani mici care iti indicau drumul catre fantana maestru.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYVx81j91_o4HmUG4ZEcLBhjWylPvEqqv0sCXjbTvYVlHw6bCfi-s5PMkaY8geIEY1vaUDpHvAg1NT5WKlweOehAFL4tpfaIZp68Uu7dq8tQL42QPrCPs6ZP_qqR3F4i4iYx_ndLgjwE/s1600/DSC01940.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586639363508034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYVx81j91_o4HmUG4ZEcLBhjWylPvEqqv0sCXjbTvYVlHw6bCfi-s5PMkaY8geIEY1vaUDpHvAg1NT5WKlweOehAFL4tpfaIZp68Uu7dq8tQL42QPrCPs6ZP_qqR3F4i4iYx_ndLgjwE/s400/DSC01940.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Iarna este o alta aventura. Aglomeratia nu te mai incomodeaza, dar exista frigul care ridica anumite probleme de confort. Intru-cat programul fantanii dureaza mai mult de o ora, vantul initial imperceptibil isi face aparitia, iar statul pe loc nu este un avantaj. plus ca vantul ajuta stropii de apa emanati de fantana magica(asa e numita de spanioli) sa te mangaie pe fata si nu numai, ceea ce in timpul verii ar fi o binecuvantare, iarna...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMKKTIrAlzkZyt9ulTdJwND6viCZb39g610LcMH9GBJ1BDPqDauDYFzfrL2rvlkUFxu6wHygJP8Mrxq3arqnsxYAzG2NQl93WZX1N6TUg1Xso33N11cSp8OQL3V0chX4IaSPkPs9LZIY/s1600/DSC01941.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586544083934306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMKKTIrAlzkZyt9ulTdJwND6viCZb39g610LcMH9GBJ1BDPqDauDYFzfrL2rvlkUFxu6wHygJP8Mrxq3arqnsxYAzG2NQl93WZX1N6TUg1Xso33N11cSp8OQL3V0chX4IaSPkPs9LZIY/s400/DSC01941.JPG" /></a><br />Si astfel se inventeaza tot felul de activitati in timpul pauzelor muzicale. Una dintre ele ar fi dansul de frig, ilustrat in imaginea alaturata.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_GBCH1q4rnp2H0VWWEgYmO7ffz13iZMNgBP30-r8Xcal7260TqPB7x1c_Fd61QSCyEiIf82dfFwNpl0aRcqxgWHIBtOXL-BBPAJ78wrnAVSf9rEG7k1igf4tzZ5LhBkQMpu84K_meEY/s1600/DSC01972.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586438309684786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_GBCH1q4rnp2H0VWWEgYmO7ffz13iZMNgBP30-r8Xcal7260TqPB7x1c_Fd61QSCyEiIf82dfFwNpl0aRcqxgWHIBtOXL-BBPAJ78wrnAVSf9rEG7k1igf4tzZ5LhBkQMpu84K_meEY/s400/DSC01972.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiRacrq9lKk5z8sTmPSUVTYfy9pdZv-zdgkoa0P4kuakpLQEk2i-NtvDlfXvPnBEGQmpwS-PUxxNVcMINygDDUHBLl70MiTQ5dT-HBCh3R0ZOgEtgO7rIj-VyeqOVZLnexaZIHDaCJQHM/s1600/DSC01979.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586235978098674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiRacrq9lKk5z8sTmPSUVTYfy9pdZv-zdgkoa0P4kuakpLQEk2i-NtvDlfXvPnBEGQmpwS-PUxxNVcMINygDDUHBLl70MiTQ5dT-HBCh3R0ZOgEtgO7rIj-VyeqOVZLnexaZIHDaCJQHM/s400/DSC01979.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqog26ivk822rJ6RhMM8XjxM4q0vSvqDSxf5c6_R0PnazW3VN44R_AQ6rMfyIpZkU8UVbG4TaH3w8OhoI8zGpMSZRdeGSdWr-2uOLC00mLGTqcQ7PV-CB82i-ehW46WiFkCzu7TYJ69f4/s1600/DSC00976.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465557011307674402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqog26ivk822rJ6RhMM8XjxM4q0vSvqDSxf5c6_R0PnazW3VN44R_AQ6rMfyIpZkU8UVbG4TaH3w8OhoI8zGpMSZRdeGSdWr-2uOLC00mLGTqcQ7PV-CB82i-ehW46WiFkCzu7TYJ69f4/s400/DSC00976.JPG" /></a> Ajungerea la Parcul Guel este o provocare pentru turistii curajosi. Metro-ul nu circula in jurul parcului pe o raza de 1 km, asa ca ai de ales in a da banii pe autobuz sau a explora Barca pe jos. Evident ca noi am ales plimbarea. Dureaza destul de mult, necesita un efort destul de mare, caci urci un deal foarte abrupt si foarte mare, dar privelistea devine din ce in ce mai frumoasa pe masura ce inaintezi. Si ajungi la intrarea de sus, langa o cruce, de unde poti admira intreaga Barcelona. Splendida priveliste. Apoi cobori in jos(exact ca in celebra poezie) spre paradisul gaudian.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCK0jpeewXzoXNtJmHaendTfQqkqhQnmU2TLpUOttkIVUSvTzpT0D9gDY3Q3fsRLDW7t6bp-jqE4nsmH30pJi7R8vRILD3xwTPp0CL6gD6hckiy1IRnweJlNw7WYp3VbvGw-WjYvHt9CI/s1600/DSC00980.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556905717718738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCK0jpeewXzoXNtJmHaendTfQqkqhQnmU2TLpUOttkIVUSvTzpT0D9gDY3Q3fsRLDW7t6bp-jqE4nsmH30pJi7R8vRILD3xwTPp0CL6gD6hckiy1IRnweJlNw7WYp3VbvGw-WjYvHt9CI/s400/DSC00980.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Splendoarea Barcelonei privita din parcul Guel.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5AHlg2PS211FSH6D-PmfUBtM1C-3OiU9wOcHyQ510ywldUsu1O6Ajly4I5I_6HgYOWHHFVE1lyC7NuhznmN4ApKML766hwbGEwufH-qBKeooxVzrpyejNGNWx7aW6CXgRV7FbSfW4Zw/s1600/DSC01805.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556662692611986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5AHlg2PS211FSH6D-PmfUBtM1C-3OiU9wOcHyQ510ywldUsu1O6Ajly4I5I_6HgYOWHHFVE1lyC7NuhznmN4ApKML766hwbGEwufH-qBKeooxVzrpyejNGNWx7aW6CXgRV7FbSfW4Zw/s400/DSC01805.JPG" /></a><br />Pranzul se poate lua si in natura, cum nici un restaurant nu se gaseste prin preajma. Este unul exact in mijlocul parcului, dar nu am indraznit. Masa se lua in acest parc si de catre localnici, era ca un fel de obicei local.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMM3qrtylFkfo37c8Kgx446IvKB_v7Z-1zUxSWLkW7ClYlF8mhe-fpZQjnUA6ZcMQDbIE5YL7-gaxFG33H1lH-1FQGUF-abCWCd01DTrtio6dQDnsTKEvfBLqRvTHZJFa1RZuryuYSFEU/s1600/DSC01840.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556567641385842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMM3qrtylFkfo37c8Kgx446IvKB_v7Z-1zUxSWLkW7ClYlF8mhe-fpZQjnUA6ZcMQDbIE5YL7-gaxFG33H1lH-1FQGUF-abCWCd01DTrtio6dQDnsTKEvfBLqRvTHZJFa1RZuryuYSFEU/s400/DSC01840.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3U6PShdGN0C2vVWc5SwbQHZXTbhrcnOiAPAy13OU2k3zG7Dq2o-ffOREotQ-8mSN6ajvXfY1-T9_FZpJCFhKpmd0EegsJXHEwWOJhM8y2TkNLJ2jQ1FRu8VYz80D8CVqL_GfP93bCeA4/s1600/DSC01854.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556466492465154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3U6PShdGN0C2vVWc5SwbQHZXTbhrcnOiAPAy13OU2k3zG7Dq2o-ffOREotQ-8mSN6ajvXfY1-T9_FZpJCFhKpmd0EegsJXHEwWOJhM8y2TkNLJ2jQ1FRu8VYz80D8CVqL_GfP93bCeA4/s400/DSC01854.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznta9CEAevFHkS2GSu0h1FKarYD5mqKamWhY91QYP3bReYxcYBLF7oXanOr1i7bk-iMJpQnQfA7ksKyrbUQk4Fv2lEAgjOdwWk8cFdFQ9s8_dqvjs43-4KzYKiHcwoARoeP3HEObcK5U/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556283214764882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznta9CEAevFHkS2GSu0h1FKarYD5mqKamWhY91QYP3bReYxcYBLF7oXanOr1i7bk-iMJpQnQfA7ksKyrbUQk4Fv2lEAgjOdwWk8cFdFQ9s8_dqvjs43-4KzYKiHcwoARoeP3HEObcK5U/s400/DSC00999.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWBnUVZMeNUmnQXqx3D9BfSeVanQUJibLilnmhkjq0MrK53cZYh8HXsdcUSFMLPYUT8P0SII2PiHDOAhNg7NyXXiUMRAMEANAiZy32YnpcRly1odKnlJurRseddXgZgZvM2HNll33-CM/s1600/DSC01900.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556201556254162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWBnUVZMeNUmnQXqx3D9BfSeVanQUJibLilnmhkjq0MrK53cZYh8HXsdcUSFMLPYUT8P0SII2PiHDOAhNg7NyXXiUMRAMEANAiZy32YnpcRly1odKnlJurRseddXgZgZvM2HNll33-CM/s400/DSC01900.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aceasa este intrarea principala in parc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtOXWpWhfFsfqK48GHSQQxQgZ6mL5WKKK5gtonc5sGR-X6bcDUXzHRnHcKbsmnNPrdHzpZJ8oKlGAH-09rXB72UGd8c_o9Q5ABzcHLhFCsYJCELneor-K0gxxVdkY8SwJHEQVqcmHfTs/s1600/DSC01746.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465556078576881154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtOXWpWhfFsfqK48GHSQQxQgZ6mL5WKKK5gtonc5sGR-X6bcDUXzHRnHcKbsmnNPrdHzpZJ8oKlGAH-09rXB72UGd8c_o9Q5ABzcHLhFCsYJCELneor-K0gxxVdkY8SwJHEQVqcmHfTs/s400/DSC01746.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Noi am vrut sa mergem si noaptea, crezand ca este foarte frumos luminat. Nu am crezut unii localnici care ne-au avertizat ca este inchis si ca nu este luminat. Noi stiam mai bine. Cand am ajuns acolo, nu numai ca nu era luminat, ci era o bezna de nu-ti vedeai nici priprii pantofi. Poza este facuta cu blitz, ca din cauza intunericului, ma mir cum de am iesit impreuna si nu am imbratisat vreo soparla, simbolul parcului.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyF0Wk4sCGrOr-7Ui7tc9myglAF_T6IA7NM00NJv9QKHIh69ap2jKiAO7Mno8oj5b6WTngzaD1Tlf3flhDH0Ig7cwCKQxLc7YgYdyoX9b12UGiSAaHroNipQTLTSOxHc_HnE1xadM5Ek/s1600/DSC01825.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555961139828722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyF0Wk4sCGrOr-7Ui7tc9myglAF_T6IA7NM00NJv9QKHIh69ap2jKiAO7Mno8oj5b6WTngzaD1Tlf3flhDH0Ig7cwCKQxLc7YgYdyoX9b12UGiSAaHroNipQTLTSOxHc_HnE1xadM5Ek/s400/DSC01825.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqR7-1QOXG_aUPFkrTVp9xf8O495u4Y0-mAAEvzy4eNWXuJs56Lfewwo5nvIUtitelE3TZZ_1J_Jkm2bDR0vfrxj5lB8lwtQiFP2Yeq5tVvgO4B6BAg_C7GyNRYHN-jE5pkPl0LYzO7AY/s1600/DSC01010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555827386684882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqR7-1QOXG_aUPFkrTVp9xf8O495u4Y0-mAAEvzy4eNWXuJs56Lfewwo5nvIUtitelE3TZZ_1J_Jkm2bDR0vfrxj5lB8lwtQiFP2Yeq5tVvgO4B6BAg_C7GyNRYHN-jE5pkPl0LYzO7AY/s400/DSC01010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Muzeul Gaudi din interiorul parcului iti aduce aminte de hansel si gretel. Totul pare facut din turta dulce, totul pare o joaca.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTUzeQgvY6lMk2hvA8w4UEK2KOnQ9uPoMWLGcf8J_pQvCKx2gbuxhUpPPdIeBsySvLNX8u_eeHtxZUS0GFJBN7bSS2SXWwcNw614KtA18Ars7Mq0mk8x01QS1QGHVhV4Xgcq5v5vITno/s1600/DSC01028.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555681477548546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTUzeQgvY6lMk2hvA8w4UEK2KOnQ9uPoMWLGcf8J_pQvCKx2gbuxhUpPPdIeBsySvLNX8u_eeHtxZUS0GFJBN7bSS2SXWwcNw614KtA18Ars7Mq0mk8x01QS1QGHVhV4Xgcq5v5vITno/s400/DSC01028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAnTWZFSNeEq70hBIwy3GdyOMKwZiCg2MO-b8xfCLRmmS-WNEwZcYnz_DiThckOrkmyWnyOmzzeD9cSV8uy-Rxw3ReOletgrAZHWJq0aSTFQ85SB0ahQcqyIHUUZ0zsFuEHD1bgTA8-A/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555596409295794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAnTWZFSNeEq70hBIwy3GdyOMKwZiCg2MO-b8xfCLRmmS-WNEwZcYnz_DiThckOrkmyWnyOmzzeD9cSV8uy-Rxw3ReOletgrAZHWJq0aSTFQ85SB0ahQcqyIHUUZ0zsFuEHD1bgTA8-A/s400/DSC00999.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNilN21K4ggl7vgwmVqVtxyK7HU0tkI7akHI6vsDByzIDD7XtUTBx04tQMMOLKe9Aw1t-YGOj5kVzVhAelL80gpy4P-NhjErjd6dqMeZNFjYEs59tnX2HKQMZamkcoVpjCy0Am98ZF8VM/s1600/DSC01907.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555512521185810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNilN21K4ggl7vgwmVqVtxyK7HU0tkI7akHI6vsDByzIDD7XtUTBx04tQMMOLKe9Aw1t-YGOj5kVzVhAelL80gpy4P-NhjErjd6dqMeZNFjYEs59tnX2HKQMZamkcoVpjCy0Am98ZF8VM/s400/DSC01907.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cladirea conceputa de Gaudi, Pedreira. In fata acestei cladiri, erau magazinele de firma, care in ciuda aglomeratiei de pe strada, erau destul se aerisite. Noi nu am vazut nici o persoana care sa intre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX8NolpHfAPRY13XPa-e9EhJMHmViK5NEvDJEOfpo9Mh9f-1JwcvnzM83stniCo-HmsGvceYGbLJKdHkU5LWpb5TK6IB403iizjinG1DgB0yKsFaTBCdZ7whEe-oIr7RgV_OYG51BUg/s1600/DSC01908.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555264598487650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX8NolpHfAPRY13XPa-e9EhJMHmViK5NEvDJEOfpo9Mh9f-1JwcvnzM83stniCo-HmsGvceYGbLJKdHkU5LWpb5TK6IB403iizjinG1DgB0yKsFaTBCdZ7whEe-oIr7RgV_OYG51BUg/s400/DSC01908.JPG" /></a><br />pentru a ajunge la Fundatia Juan Miro trebuie sa pleci de la Palatul Montjuic, sa treci printr-un parc deosebit de frumos si sa admiri Barcelona de sus. Acest muzeu este o bijuterie in care se afla unele dintre cele mai frumoase opere ale catalanului Juan Miro.<br />Este un muzeu extrem de modern si interesant pentru iubitorii de arta si nu numai.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SzRoEo4Eu7OgiYibuYNgSpl6i7Rtc9vc23rwfAB9gII9GHeMLR6g0RDadILZynNjR7KjdlxBKmx-oPSIV6JpktvvvVm5LQ-n4VxJca7p2GSGibq_G7wuzGV5FhOqFHTvkUFXraH9jhU/s1600/DSC01911.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555190919101026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SzRoEo4Eu7OgiYibuYNgSpl6i7Rtc9vc23rwfAB9gII9GHeMLR6g0RDadILZynNjR7KjdlxBKmx-oPSIV6JpktvvvVm5LQ-n4VxJca7p2GSGibq_G7wuzGV5FhOqFHTvkUFXraH9jhU/s400/DSC01911.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1W3GI0w8QZTwj4dZ69ppJcmg67NV4SY0n9GRjGo2wkCPuDvVgFWW9CriS57I4nZBZ8yK3gjVgHsL0AW8PvSohAf_7v5z5wGo6MT2wmogJC4oCSN4XLOxvxvLU_9rNbv9Q4moY6cUA_A/s1600/DSC02048.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465555040840276578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1W3GI0w8QZTwj4dZ69ppJcmg67NV4SY0n9GRjGo2wkCPuDvVgFWW9CriS57I4nZBZ8yK3gjVgHsL0AW8PvSohAf_7v5z5wGo6MT2wmogJC4oCSN4XLOxvxvLU_9rNbv9Q4moY6cUA_A/s400/DSC02048.JPG" /></a><br />La Ramblas este cea mai cunoscuta strada din Barcelona. Aici poti gasi tot ce iti poti dori ca si turist. Mancare din toate culturile posibile de pe pamant, performance-uri stradale(nu sunt chiar artistice, dar sunt amuzante), magazine de suveniruri. Strada incepe din piata Catalunya si se termina in portul Rambla de Mar, unde se afla un mare centru comercial ''Maremagnum''. Cam pe la mijlocul strazii poti admira opera lui Juan Miro, un mozaic pietonal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4OtvNpPjkK9cEhFnRJVQ7oMb7cr85ZRg0zh5ydcu20D5YTzF5ogA9KDT_U4DJ3B2-1NVLK_bZFpxgbEDvqKGQgW-ABxWgdcxM1Mexj86iFtPVEcOJnKyaw8FcEmqNLa9qdnRSAXvsv4/s1600/DSC02033.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554910584913330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4OtvNpPjkK9cEhFnRJVQ7oMb7cr85ZRg0zh5ydcu20D5YTzF5ogA9KDT_U4DJ3B2-1NVLK_bZFpxgbEDvqKGQgW-ABxWgdcxM1Mexj86iFtPVEcOJnKyaw8FcEmqNLa9qdnRSAXvsv4/s400/DSC02033.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDIKxIHHBTAKh_i8sqDo8icPw-46VVyv1GJteI3EKT0ynfIw_EL3mwXcwEVNHNwiYR1F1mcF2iUa4m3ZOgKEIrrjtlF8ji6nTRO2orS2mnsvwuKnWhTfvkm8EFLh4ceaq-u3ljiAkZ9g/s1600/DSC02009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554694962360674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDIKxIHHBTAKh_i8sqDo8icPw-46VVyv1GJteI3EKT0ynfIw_EL3mwXcwEVNHNwiYR1F1mcF2iUa4m3ZOgKEIrrjtlF8ji6nTRO2orS2mnsvwuKnWhTfvkm8EFLh4ceaq-u3ljiAkZ9g/s400/DSC02009.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Tot cam pe la mijloc se poate vizita si cumpara de la piata Boqueria, cea mai mare si mai ieftina si mai bogata piata a Barcelonei. Aici poti lua si pranzul, noi nu l-am luat, pentru ca desi era spre inchiderea pietei, era o aglomeratie de nu-ti puteai auzi gandurile. Si nu numai aglomeratia era deranjanta, ci si lipsa de spatiu. Ritualul mancarii implica si anumite tabieturi si o atmosfera adecvata. Noi nu ne putem hrani daca in jurul nostru se afla 30 alti oameni care vocifereaza, se plimba foarte aproape de tine(adica te ating de mai multe ori de minut) si este o agitatie continua. La Boqueria puteai cumpara toate sortimentele de alune, de condimente, de peste si fructe de mare, dulciuri, etc. Era o varietate de produse absolut incantatoare.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI_v040IMDQx0W1DqsZ1ETQBbK87NaH1KAm4APGC-9X2CuwYl2UnaEbSrSDqMtw6m2ENqBp0OkrNpX8vgP6LnLR26IO6fkJlPA-QsH9MNEzqSbg2fwjrJFa12c3upeYhUFb1XtpDjtQo/s1600/DSC02006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554598384823138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI_v040IMDQx0W1DqsZ1ETQBbK87NaH1KAm4APGC-9X2CuwYl2UnaEbSrSDqMtw6m2ENqBp0OkrNpX8vgP6LnLR26IO6fkJlPA-QsH9MNEzqSbg2fwjrJFa12c3upeYhUFb1XtpDjtQo/s400/DSC02006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wD-jNMimJzKtkcp3r-ZgW8dBYCmwLBpewGXxeyYn5c3Ogu79r3I8-xMZFo8k6-1R8POKOeb9fhzb_h4RhgxZEgdboMptjBBsktgpleAnI7qxHcGPkyZvTxJRcozauhBfxZQ1nIkLbKM/s1600/DSC01996.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554512125941874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wD-jNMimJzKtkcp3r-ZgW8dBYCmwLBpewGXxeyYn5c3Ogu79r3I8-xMZFo8k6-1R8POKOeb9fhzb_h4RhgxZEgdboMptjBBsktgpleAnI7qxHcGPkyZvTxJRcozauhBfxZQ1nIkLbKM/s400/DSC01996.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbkpo2E09bDJ-dpjYgPH8RU-2oxL048N2tOO1fg9MEOL4xKjGUOGgZ_wgqy6SBNlU5LC7Y-ZNFrKeZzPH4WWcgCcP4Tru4MiMq-6goJPzqFDBYbM3QZQ8-BM3_wgbXSpxlNP6Qp1kagY/s1600/DSC02008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554372124798370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbkpo2E09bDJ-dpjYgPH8RU-2oxL048N2tOO1fg9MEOL4xKjGUOGgZ_wgqy6SBNlU5LC7Y-ZNFrKeZzPH4WWcgCcP4Tru4MiMq-6goJPzqFDBYbM3QZQ8-BM3_wgbXSpxlNP6Qp1kagY/s400/DSC02008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJWedZPmdGWBMeHx1gqVF6hp6Ma7ECqZ3XlD5o7DmkGviABvKU8g78nI7WnS6CCSvXoaKnqDpAjhcnmosj65domsY3XUgVPxa4XS8AsdIpUIfIMkINDGZZ7ouR3jakUW7rv2wxOwJMkg/s1600/DSC01999.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554285522954514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJWedZPmdGWBMeHx1gqVF6hp6Ma7ECqZ3XlD5o7DmkGviABvKU8g78nI7WnS6CCSvXoaKnqDpAjhcnmosj65domsY3XUgVPxa4XS8AsdIpUIfIMkINDGZZ7ouR3jakUW7rv2wxOwJMkg/s400/DSC01999.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeerIIYcqXFrLXXP_qUanev1DDgykyWoiMToPcFA0Lr3r7H3QRo6WpMO9dOFeUp9oVmMXYOEGpaJtwob4Vzo1jv9V0eo16E_J9DAyvn6ANDJTIvv5jOcYd01jJP9Xv-2tGUdkiemnLxMM/s1600/DSC01056.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465554111242953266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeerIIYcqXFrLXXP_qUanev1DDgykyWoiMToPcFA0Lr3r7H3QRo6WpMO9dOFeUp9oVmMXYOEGpaJtwob4Vzo1jv9V0eo16E_J9DAyvn6ANDJTIvv5jOcYd01jJP9Xv-2tGUdkiemnLxMM/s400/DSC01056.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Si nelipsita inghetata italiana, care provoaca dependenta si care te face sa o cauti in fiecare oras si tara vizitata. O recomand din suflet, hiar daca trebuie uneori cautata. Pot oferi locurile in care se gaseste in Barcelona: langa magazinul oficial al F.C. Barca, la Boqueria, la Glories.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-25247742798981868792010-04-23T09:06:00.000-07:002010-04-29T10:57:20.483-07:00TOLEDO, SPANIA august 2008La Toledo am ajuns din intamplare. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPgZhU36cFGOMLeV059YRuw9EfqWW0EWgtqcTXdQrZd3gNKVEmSKinczsTPzOwoT6oFh4CnHFG4xOFBF7NCgBW0MponsvLhQOHyyQBpdoFm6cZYMx4Rgdg9e4OuM6VpvT1Ohx-C4IX0A/s1600/DSC00881.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463366676497618690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPgZhU36cFGOMLeV059YRuw9EfqWW0EWgtqcTXdQrZd3gNKVEmSKinczsTPzOwoT6oFh4CnHFG4xOFBF7NCgBW0MponsvLhQOHyyQBpdoFm6cZYMx4Rgdg9e4OuM6VpvT1Ohx-C4IX0A/s400/DSC00881.JPG" /></a>Noi de fapt stateam la cateva minute de Madrid, in Alconcon. Gazda la care stateam ne-a spus intr-o dimineata ce oras frumos este Toledo-ul si ce aproape este. Cand mi-am adus aminte ca este orasul in care si-a desavarsit maiestria celebrul pictor El Greco, in clipa urmatoare eram in gara din Madrid, la fel de celebra Atocha, unde era o strictete si o securitate demna de cele mai mari aeropoarte din lume. Chiar se facea check-in, se verificau bagaje, nu se permitea intrarea pe peron inainte de venirea trenului; astfel aveai maxim 2 minute pentru a-ti gasi vagonul inainte ca trenul sa plece. Daca erai mai incet sau aveai mai multe bagaje... De la Madrid la Toledo, cu trenul, se face cam 40 de minute.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrWWG7M5-OKrfI386V1Hw5nt5G0aaHI_3AXdnX0zszcnVLp2WEq0GbIHmf4WzL6EdUk9GohqJMRzjOyXu1_mtNQx76Jew2Qx2AViE-u3jFYMMHo8LmNZ_VKejbR6y4OPwQMXH5dL7r1M/s1600/DSC00894.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463366584159918610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrWWG7M5-OKrfI386V1Hw5nt5G0aaHI_3AXdnX0zszcnVLp2WEq0GbIHmf4WzL6EdUk9GohqJMRzjOyXu1_mtNQx76Jew2Qx2AViE-u3jFYMMHo8LmNZ_VKejbR6y4OPwQMXH5dL7r1M/s400/DSC00894.JPG" /></a> Este un oras atat de pitoresc si atat de frumos, ca iti taie respiratia. Respiratia se poate sa o fi pierdut si din cauza celor 42 de grade la umbra. Strazi multe si inguste pe unde circulau masinile. Era ca un labirind bine pus la punct, unde masinile abia incapeau si unde pietonii trebuiau sa fie foarte atenti pentru ca la vederea unui autovehicol trebuiau sa se lipeasca cat mai aproape de zid pentru a nu repeta experienta Anei lui Manole. Cladirile foarte inalte, pentru a mentine cat de cat racoarea intre ele, sunt construite concentric, incat este un miracol daca nu te pierzi. Noi am ocolit miracolul si ne-am invartit cam o ora printre niste strazi care aratau cam la fel, pana in sfarsit am reajuns in centrul orasului. La un moment dat ne-a venit o idee geniala : hai sa intrebam pe cineva unde este centrul. Foarte buna idee, dar pe cine sa intrebi? La ora pranzului nu era nimeni, absolut nimeni pe strazi, nici un local deschis, cu exceptia catorva din centru, care erau pentru turistii nebuni, asa ca noi, care isi riscau viata pentru a putea vedea un oras medieval autentic.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpE0HE6sJs1_No8rKCORRqtbAVLRAWd2uMoZVGsClwsPNhLZFX88-8pqhvqwKOJmCIJXiTov3Kq1JEzy1yYBD3KhEfJYyxYUKHmZHR8j6xMZEdNMdvb6AggWxSq9Wcg_8D6u_bn4WgTk/s1600/DSC00899.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463366489994454594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpE0HE6sJs1_No8rKCORRqtbAVLRAWd2uMoZVGsClwsPNhLZFX88-8pqhvqwKOJmCIJXiTov3Kq1JEzy1yYBD3KhEfJYyxYUKHmZHR8j6xMZEdNMdvb6AggWxSq9Wcg_8D6u_bn4WgTk/s400/DSC00899.JPG" /></a> La ora pranzului, ne-am hotarat sa incercam faimoasa paella spaniola si la fel de populara Sangria. Nu am stiut din ce se ''fabrica'' aceasta bautura. Am crezut ca doar din vin cu fructe. Gresit, foarte gresit. Aceasta bautura reiese din amestecul vinului cu vodka, sau ceva tarie, cu mult zahar, cu portocale si alte bauturi tari. Asta am aflat dupa ce am baut. Noi am comandat o carafa de 1 litru, care costa 10 euro. Recomand sa se ia aceasta bautura de la supermarket, unde este 1, maxim 2 euro. La pranz temperatura orasului Toledo atinsese incredibila maxima de 44-45 de grade. Ti se topeau gandurile. Si inacest cuptor medieval, noi am comandat o Sangria cu mari cuburi de gheata, care pana sa ne punem in pahare, au disparut cu desavarsire. Fiind canicula, paharele s-au golit instantaneu. Cand am vrut sa ne ridicam sa plecam de la masa, am simtit cum corpurile noastre nu doreau acelasi lucru. Dupa cateva minute ne-am dat seama ca pe o asemenea caldura nu trebuia sa bem acea bautura foarte tare (desi nu ne-am dat seama cat de tare putea fi, parea un suc aromat) pe stomacul gol.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Eu mi-am comandat o paella cu sos de sepie(este cea neagra), care a fost buna dar putea fi si mai buna.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHap2FDc2ite5Wt5XRH4qZe7xkZsZ263lqmD45b1puDAqkGraXc5ahQ9mTi3tihEHoq3eAljsnRC-aE13Pvdn_b9bm5AepIRgMjFEXTFvM8DZWuLzn6AQUYhYMZvlOGyVotDjYUv3wpEs/s1600/DSC00903.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463366411201088594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHap2FDc2ite5Wt5XRH4qZe7xkZsZ263lqmD45b1puDAqkGraXc5ahQ9mTi3tihEHoq3eAljsnRC-aE13Pvdn_b9bm5AepIRgMjFEXTFvM8DZWuLzn6AQUYhYMZvlOGyVotDjYUv3wpEs/s400/DSC00903.JPG" /></a><br />Pentru turisti nu se prea obosesc sa adauge mai multe legume. Pentru cei care vor sa incerce: orezul este fiert al dente (nu este un pilaf), u este condimentat deloc, cantitatea este destul de mare(noi am macat o paella la doua persoane). Costul unei paella: cam 10 euro.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zqOSY4FSoX8pGFBpbbShF8_Q6tHaFkM7WUEay1BPQbHpmz7frdjEBsVk3SFeeBx1tKzMxKdpzXenp6jDDR49-kYJypR6cO4rnnecCXlY0HlzPGVGg0_-261yF0xOZYSt1_XF_bboRpE/s1600/DSC00877.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463366325013877394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zqOSY4FSoX8pGFBpbbShF8_Q6tHaFkM7WUEay1BPQbHpmz7frdjEBsVk3SFeeBx1tKzMxKdpzXenp6jDDR49-kYJypR6cO4rnnecCXlY0HlzPGVGg0_-261yF0xOZYSt1_XF_bboRpE/s400/DSC00877.JPG" /></a> In dreapta este gara din Toledo, foarte frumos decorata si foarte important, racoroasa.<br /><br /><br />In stanga se afla catedrala din Toledo, o imensa constructie, impresionanta prin maretie si bogatie arhitecturala.Nu am intrat deoarece era 7 euro intrarea. A preferat sa mergem la bserica San Tomas unde am putut ramane fara respiratie in fata capodoperei lui El Greco ''Inmormantarea contelui de Orgaz''. Cuvintele nu pot exprima starea pe care o simti in fata acelei lucrari. Este cu adevarat geniala. Si intrarea nu costa decat 3 euro. La casa muzeu a artistului nu am putut vizita deoarece se afla in reparatii.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiys8mxhs0VJdA5lgAmlDm0PNqcp9nNcZqbXG57IysZex_cRgrTWevYRuTOKR-Pbdboz_gDp7a5ucilgdnGxMwQao8Jjks0jt0o0SZM9ZXYlbGQybEfdT8jj2zOZ7GFU2XcG61073Se0qs/s1600/DSC00885.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463365787345389826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiys8mxhs0VJdA5lgAmlDm0PNqcp9nNcZqbXG57IysZex_cRgrTWevYRuTOKR-Pbdboz_gDp7a5ucilgdnGxMwQao8Jjks0jt0o0SZM9ZXYlbGQybEfdT8jj2zOZ7GFU2XcG61073Se0qs/s400/DSC00885.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAD2WNSM3Fq6aTSLdibUJy0S3dMTZat_rBr5KSYxPIUW7U84cZN2hhL3WCHx_S3xLnEScpzKOXvsgMr0fXDfumSIRFX-7Ccwo5lE0mZPwctNOx4pt2iJ68tUZSUEwrUYDVWxuIDSZnK4/s1600/DSC00908.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463365682486355714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAD2WNSM3Fq6aTSLdibUJy0S3dMTZat_rBr5KSYxPIUW7U84cZN2hhL3WCHx_S3xLnEScpzKOXvsgMr0fXDfumSIRFX-7Ccwo5lE0mZPwctNOx4pt2iJ68tUZSUEwrUYDVWxuIDSZnK4/s400/DSC00908.JPG" /></a><br />Cu aceste trenulete, fara amortizoare, am facut turul orasului. Locuri foarte incomode, zgomotul boxelor de deasupra noastra era asurzitor(era ghidul orasului in engleza si spaniola), dar a meritat, imprejurimile sunt superbe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-6198313720836213252010-04-21T12:16:00.000-07:002010-04-23T05:33:47.672-07:00INCREDIBLE INDIA 3-17 ianuarie 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVDz9i67DAZYa7rMEf7p9JpmZ3EQ9aRYcmU0gm37LMZNOSbf_yfcMI5WVvSv8xa6s_5N2V6btBhD_-D5l9IeqvQJBUHr1EYQHEq7OJwVvWigw4KaFpt6U5M1FC_oL2P0nd0cPVTDdRRs/s1600/DSC03435.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679574570655730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVDz9i67DAZYa7rMEf7p9JpmZ3EQ9aRYcmU0gm37LMZNOSbf_yfcMI5WVvSv8xa6s_5N2V6btBhD_-D5l9IeqvQJBUHr1EYQHEq7OJwVvWigw4KaFpt6U5M1FC_oL2P0nd0cPVTDdRRs/s400/DSC03435.JPG" /></a> India este tara contrastelor. Poti vedea dintr-o singura privire o bogatie maiestuoasa si o saracie lucie. Asa am citit si am vazut la televizor pentru ca inpractica este altceva, cel putin in cazul meu. Eu am fost cu o excursie organizata (foarte prost si fara talent), ceea ce nu recomand nimanui, in nici o situatie. Pentru mine a fost prima si ultima experienta de ''grup'', care se pare ca este sinonimul pentru turma, privare de libertate si altele.In aceste excursii organizate din tara ti se promit vizitari miraculoase, luxul de pe lume, o experienta de neuitat. A fost intr-adevar de neuitat... Scopul acestei excursii era unul spiritual, ca un fel de pelerinaj la Bodhgaya, locul unde s-a iluminat Buddha. Acolo avea loc o serie de invataturi date de Dalai lama si Rinpoche care preda un curs, numit pova. Acest program initial includea o vizita la shopping prin New Delhi si Templul Lotus. Acestea din urma nemaiputand fi vizitate din motive ''indiene''.Sigur ca si cei din tot aceste grup au pus mai presus invataturile ''marilor maestri'' decat vizitarea frivola a New Dehli-ului si nu s-au indurat sa plece din Bodhgaya cu cel putin o zi mai devreme, dar transportul in India este ceva unic. Nu cred ca exista asa ceva niciunde in lume. Cateva sfaturi prietenesti si recomandari: in primul rand nu mergeti in India in sezonul cald, noi abia am putut respira, desi am fost in ianuarie si mirosurile erau mai diminuate. Aceste miasme minunate sunt acoperite de acele betisoare puternic parfumate(inainte nu intelegeam de ce sunt atat de puternice, dar acum stiu).Nu mancati NICIODATA, in nici o situatie, de la tarabele lor de pe strada, chiar daca sunt de 10 ori mai ieftine decat la restaurant, tot de atatea ori va veti simti mai rau. Rezervati-va o camera la un hotel de lux (au taxa pe lux, dar merita) si asigurati-va ca este de lux. Noi am stat intr-un hotel care numai de lux nu era, iar in sala de mese, in timp ce savurai o specialitate indiana, puteai viziona cum se fugareau soarecii la cativa metri de masa ta, sau cum se urcau pe masa pentru a se juca cu sosul de soia (pe care apoi ti-l aduceau pentru a-ti aroma puiul tandori). Nu cred ca trebuie sa mai spun ca trebuie sa cumparati totul ambalat, apa si alte gustari europene(au chipsuri, pepsi, biscuiti), sigur nu trebuie sa te uiti pe termenul de garantie pentru ca oricum au expirat toate de mai mult de o luna. In rest sunt oameni foarte amabili, cu engleza mai usurel, inteligenta nu ii incomodeaza (chiar deloc), dar sunt corecti, sociabili, chiar prea sociabili. Cum apare cineva strain, mai ales un grup in preajma lor, se aduna cam treizeci, te inconjoara si pur si simplu se uita la tine. Un sentiment foarte ''placut''. In garile diferite pe care le-am vizitat fara voia noastra, am avut intotdeauna companie. Noi ne uitam la ei si ei la noi. Oricum, India este incredibila, coplesitoare, si merita vazuta, dar PE CONT PROPRIU.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSj-yRRGVnBDvnh_1EhINpnrrH3b1rJgt1-l7YaDgniTn8ceI7nX-tIhe3j3qIgCtSd17iTx92zxLdVcdHt3iM-IdCDGyEemyQG1QU7kr423Sjwy78aieO2w8eET4m4zOIio3D1WIOmVc/s1600/DSC03072.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679396531044978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSj-yRRGVnBDvnh_1EhINpnrrH3b1rJgt1-l7YaDgniTn8ceI7nX-tIhe3j3qIgCtSd17iTx92zxLdVcdHt3iM-IdCDGyEemyQG1QU7kr423Sjwy78aieO2w8eET4m4zOIio3D1WIOmVc/s400/DSC03072.JPG" /></a> TRANSPORTUL<br /><br />Vai... Este elementul surpriza a calatoriei in India: nu stii cand poti sa pleci dintr-un oras, nu stii cand ajungi. Nu exista timp si asta pentru europeni este foarte greu de suportat. Ceea ce am experimentat noi trece de orice se poate numi rabdare umana.Noi am plecat din Bucuresti cam pe la 11.00 a.m., am facut o ora pana in Istanbul unde am asteptat cam trei ore legatura pentru New Delhi. Am fi putut sa ne facem o parere despre serviciile indiene inca de pe acum, dar optimismul si buna credinta ne-a impiedicat. Dupa aproximativ 6 ore de zbor am aterizat in capitala Indiei si ne-am cazat la un hotel (cele din europa de o stea pareau Burj Al Arab pe langa asta) pana la ora 14.00, cand credeam noi ca avem trenul catre Bodhgaya, cu care ar fi trebuit sa facem cam 17 ore.Dar cand am ajuns in gara, am avut parte de prima surpriza indiana: s-a anulat trenul. Motivul? Foarte simplu: este ceata pe sinele de tren. Eu una nu am mai auzit asa ceva, dar in India totul este posibil. Sigur ca se putea sta o zi doua in New Delhi si se putea vizita, ceea ce eu as fi fost foarte incantata, dar vocea grupului a sunat rasunatoare: se va lua un autocar pana in Bodhgaya, pentru a nu se rata ''invataturile''. Zis si facut (dar nu atat de repede, intru-cat obtinerea autocarului a durat cateva ore). Intr-un final, dupa 4 ore de asteptat in gara intr-un frig greu de descris, am vazut cu totii autocarul...(a doua surpriza)Impropriu numit autocar, caci era un fel de autobuz, cu scaune mici, cu geamuri care in timpul mersului se deschideau, asta in conditiile incare afara era un frig de nedescris (era ianuarie) si care nu putea prinde mai mult de 80 km/h. Oricum nu se putea circula cu mai mult decat atat (mai ales in capitala), din cauza traficului infernal, trafic insemnand orice, de la motociclete, ricse, masini, camioane, autocare, oameni. Drumul din New Delhi pana in Bodgaya a durat 24 de ore cu acel mijloc de transport si cu un singur sofer care a condus tot timpul. Ajunsi in satul cu pricina am intalnit un alt mijloc de transport foarte popular: ricsa, care este de trei feluri: cea trasa de magari, cea atasata unei biciclete condusa de un om si una motorizata, ghidata de doi indieni(am impresia ca unul era cu indicatiile asupra traseului). Pretul unei calatorii variaza in functie de talentul clientului de a negocia si nu de distanta parcursa. Deci o tura prin tot satul te putea costa intr-o zi 10 rupii si in alta 50 de rupii. Mentionez ca un euro este echivalentul a 65 de rupii. Se mai poate<br /><div>apela si la <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEvQQojb_g-L6UMQnZeLZdB7FYaA7nvYV53FlV6qsd3MQ65wW9gYun9aodlXElhLAf1umyn_I5NChj_NL4phtAuVWErnAj3GRUWPQFxmI3fHrUTV1acRW-y3j_hx27CdYdEJCvAdfXNo/s1600/DSC03509.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679258048531298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEvQQojb_g-L6UMQnZeLZdB7FYaA7nvYV53FlV6qsd3MQ65wW9gYun9aodlXElhLAf1umyn_I5NChj_NL4phtAuVWErnAj3GRUWPQFxmI3fHrUTV1acRW-y3j_hx27CdYdEJCvAdfXNo/s400/DSC03509.JPG" /></a> serviciul unor oameni cu jeep-uri, care te pot plimba prin tinutul respectiv. Noi am putut vizita Gaya, Varanasi, Rajgir si Sarnath. O calatorie de acest gen te poate costa cam 1000 de rupii, iar noi era 4 intr-o masina, deci 250 de caciula.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mCy7kFMdiEktiWZoBwNeWLuD2ZjeJikeib-v_ISSO_ZQNDfJE7xCHekby4xzB0jra6cb6E18za72Y8J7as890rxKX0MmZ6I5IRBUMyuq5R9QdAPqBdnLJLYS_33frucyaVW4ykPTrGE/s1600/DSC03506.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462679108812843026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mCy7kFMdiEktiWZoBwNeWLuD2ZjeJikeib-v_ISSO_ZQNDfJE7xCHekby4xzB0jra6cb6E18za72Y8J7as890rxKX0MmZ6I5IRBUMyuq5R9QdAPqBdnLJLYS_33frucyaVW4ykPTrGE/s400/DSC03506.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NvjHxJL5EL1H5FeZfSig9V_ygk2yFfbdexk7TBDKTvHK4DZN8T9V6H5KReM0-Xf7tL_8C3Lhyphenhyphen8USMLCFgSKVvAeqKNYsR1FT11GXpCc2T5lw3PHPZODkAHvfq54NBUj0c0H9D_pjz7I/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678979900860098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NvjHxJL5EL1H5FeZfSig9V_ygk2yFfbdexk7TBDKTvHK4DZN8T9V6H5KReM0-Xf7tL_8C3Lhyphenhyphen8USMLCFgSKVvAeqKNYsR1FT11GXpCc2T5lw3PHPZODkAHvfq54NBUj0c0H9D_pjz7I/s400/IMG_2519.JPG" /></a> Dupa calvarul drumului New Delhi- Bodhgaya, ni s-a promis ca drumul de intoarcere este asigurat. Dar surprizele s-au tinut lant. Ati ghicit, s-a anulat si trenul de intoarcere. Ne-a placut. Si ne-am imbarcat intr-un autocar, nu chiar atat de preistoric ca primul dar pe aproape, asta cica avea si aer conditionat, adica cateva ventilatoare legate deasupra scaunelor(care am impresia ca nu prea functionau), si am plecat 5 ore pana in Rajgir. Acolo am urcat cu un telescaun pana la un templu budhist si o stupa. Stupa este un loc considerat sacru, unde se odihnesc cateva ramasite din maestrul Buddha. Aici se gaseau doua degete (nu am intrebat care). Dupa care am ajuns intr-o gara, nu imi mai aduc aminte numele localitatii, de unde trebuia sa luam un tren (care ar fi trebuit sa soseasca la ora 19.00) catre New Delhi. Dupa ore si ore petrecute intr-un frig incredibil, a aparut si trenul, cu o mica intarziere,la ora...02.00 a.m. si a plecat la ora 03.00a.m. Cat am asteptat in gara, timp de vreo 8 ore, am avut ocazia sa admiram minunatele trenuri indiene. Imi pare rau ca nu le-am pozat, cred ca am fost prea socata de privelistea pitoreasca din gara: copii si adulti care isi faceau nevoile direct pe peron, oameni care dormeau pe jos acoperiti doar cu o patura foarte subtire, sobolani nenumarati care le dadeau ture... Socul a fost foarte puternic pentru toti membrii grupului. Trenurile pe care le-am vazut trase la peron aveau gratii la geam, scaune sau ceva pe care sa stai nu exista, lumina probabil venea de afara, sau din interiorul fiecarui calator. Noi doar speram si il rugam pe Buddha ca trenul nostru sa nu fie chiar asa. Ghidul ne-a asigurat ca noi vom avea un tren de lux, ca nu vom sta cu indienii la un loc. Dar surpriza din nou: cei care dormeau pe jos au urcat in tren cu noi si a fost colegi de compartiment. Trenul avea trei clase, iar noi la norocul nostru am prins locuri la clasa a treia(desi ghidul ne asigurase ca ceea ce a cumparat el era cea mai buna si luxoasa solutie). Paturi mici, dispuse si pe o parte si pe alta, aer cu portia, indieni in stanga, indieni in dreapta. Ni s-a oferit si masa, dimineata, la pranz si seara(supa de linte, curry cu carne de pui, inghetata, cafea la discretie). Si din nou problema timpului. In loc sa facem 12 ore, cum era stabilit, pentru ca trenul nu cred ca rindea mai mult de 40 la ora si se oprea din 15 in 15 minute, am ajuns in New Delhi la orele 22.00 p.m. Facand aproximativ 25 de ore cu trenul, nu a mai existat timp fizic pentru vizitarea New Delhi-ului. S-a propus ca incepand cu ora 23.00 sa se mearga macar cu autocarul sa ne clatim ochii, prin capitala, sa vedem si bogatiile arhitecturale si nu numai. Dar Buddha nu ne-a zambit in aceasta calatorie: cum ne-am urcat in autocar, s-a stricat manerul de la trapa pentru bagaje si pana s-a reparat, era timpul sa mergem in aeroport, unde bineanteles am stat pana la orele 05.00 a.m. pana la zborul catre Istanbul.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51RtriESufwf9BaGRlPB6EfFkRpYfVVq87LomfhyphenhyphensWYK8HD2R09eUCpR7etu7wCNCrU119wlDnwLyGeCGqTqkaF7f2I4Gxv2dB3zARKXkGtplKspaZW2OB6zKDmfGGY_SWJQxoCYNcec/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678866662414290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51RtriESufwf9BaGRlPB6EfFkRpYfVVq87LomfhyphenhyphensWYK8HD2R09eUCpR7etu7wCNCrU119wlDnwLyGeCGqTqkaF7f2I4Gxv2dB3zARKXkGtplKspaZW2OB6zKDmfGGY_SWJQxoCYNcec/s400/IMG_2262.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />BODHGAYA<br /><br />Locul unde s-a iluminat Buddha. Este un satuc foarte pitoresc, format dintr-o strada, care urca si coboara, nu te poti incurca sau pierde. Bijuteria satului este templul Mahabodhi, o minunatie arhitecturala, imbratisata de traditiile si obiceiurile locale. Aici poti admira frumusetea florilor ofrandelor oferite marelui maestru, mataniile tibetane executate de toti calugarii budhisti. In interiorul templului nu se gaseste decat o imagine a lui Buddha, intr-un spatiu atat de mic incat toata lumea se inghesuie pentru a-si oferi respectul si iubirea maestrului.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Sd-DxrEJbUerRJ3j7d4WLSwc3Pr1fzF8qqzn1rtS5LbErntv6Vo7-vxxTNi7rqHkd5jT4M9eB87SPBlZUPwsflnt6_imwp4I-bcIuRZIOZ96-5WoJ04MNu_pXm4307PcYI2yjPJCFbI/s1600/DSC03062.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678627649331346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Sd-DxrEJbUerRJ3j7d4WLSwc3Pr1fzF8qqzn1rtS5LbErntv6Vo7-vxxTNi7rqHkd5jT4M9eB87SPBlZUPwsflnt6_imwp4I-bcIuRZIOZ96-5WoJ04MNu_pXm4307PcYI2yjPJCFbI/s400/DSC03062.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh2ePU5BGJhjB_KX_l2uWmbBU2liXigXAWc4Xj9Ers2N7B5I9FQnxOogZIXyFZ4n7flho15WxOsGiF_6LfYsfnBNPa5F7pRqF43-RB-ZdSrgDPEMNkZTD_ID0h4C7IjaSgrL9AmTvc08/s1600/DSC03220.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678493412534818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh2ePU5BGJhjB_KX_l2uWmbBU2liXigXAWc4Xj9Ers2N7B5I9FQnxOogZIXyFZ4n7flho15WxOsGiF_6LfYsfnBNPa5F7pRqF43-RB-ZdSrgDPEMNkZTD_ID0h4C7IjaSgrL9AmTvc08/s400/DSC03220.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVRNlc9MCb_mWfiFo0UPAUFcoYk4dNQQvldOP6pNB9ho0qbJnQTy1MTk58YSVYsuREQRR9uMF-i81Rnd2qKVgR_TOjHKuHDm2r-i8DhPt6jCkWyuvrwJzuNNKbNJEenOtXQmH6jjbqBg/s1600/DSC03194.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678368812290850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVRNlc9MCb_mWfiFo0UPAUFcoYk4dNQQvldOP6pNB9ho0qbJnQTy1MTk58YSVYsuREQRR9uMF-i81Rnd2qKVgR_TOjHKuHDm2r-i8DhPt6jCkWyuvrwJzuNNKbNJEenOtXQmH6jjbqBg/s400/DSC03194.JPG" /></a><br />Seara, la orele 18.00 p.m. avea loc un fel de ceremonie, dupa care toata lumea inconjura templul de trei ori in sens levogir (in sensul acelor de ceasornic) pentru arderea karmei. Am uitat sa mentionez ca daca doreai sa vizitezi curtea templului, trebuia sa iti indepartezi incaltamintea la poarta. Asa se proceda in oricare templu in care doreai sa intri. Pentru arderea karmei nu era nevoie sa mergi cu picioarele goale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDClqRgSs4V8tBYRJM2-YFPaLEkrPS_AbKMVIGC-Xxn6d75cpzcckES90RCDd4FdruPmiyCFdPFQS3EyX0kTOQiBdxa94KT6L6MCIh21VW4wlV1H3JPIWRUJlznANWxXR4ms3YiraDkH4/s1600/DSC03211.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678290450868802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDClqRgSs4V8tBYRJM2-YFPaLEkrPS_AbKMVIGC-Xxn6d75cpzcckES90RCDd4FdruPmiyCFdPFQS3EyX0kTOQiBdxa94KT6L6MCIh21VW4wlV1H3JPIWRUJlznANWxXR4ms3YiraDkH4/s400/DSC03211.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />In interiorul templului Mahabodhi, imaginea impunatoare a lui Buddha si evlaviosii buddhisti care faceau o galagie care probabil simboliza iubirea si compasiunea predate de maestru.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbqagMvTaBnnZPelITXt8sS18AUPd40gcZiFgm_MRkndnJUy57l_F5QXcJOV-UsAN1rt8iEW6y75sbcJYLhJZVMYmWvDkJj0v34cAZ319Dh0T8AcdyFfsCzrFp3eScXTaLIxy_HLcB9g/s1600/DSC03183.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678188488270722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbqagMvTaBnnZPelITXt8sS18AUPd40gcZiFgm_MRkndnJUy57l_F5QXcJOV-UsAN1rt8iEW6y75sbcJYLhJZVMYmWvDkJj0v34cAZ319Dh0T8AcdyFfsCzrFp3eScXTaLIxy_HLcB9g/s400/DSC03183.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjHWZ-KW3aBZSPR4ghIuie3yjvlHz-6L9B994whobzuKdO-QimntkSe4d_xGS5FeRxSbJsU0fzzvY5-_FuBxSGLGujRq216sYkplf3-DbYoDIuR3GrsQpH_PJt_IrKLrXb4cYrNKQ174/s1600/DSC03462.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677971565177794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjHWZ-KW3aBZSPR4ghIuie3yjvlHz-6L9B994whobzuKdO-QimntkSe4d_xGS5FeRxSbJsU0fzzvY5-_FuBxSGLGujRq216sYkplf3-DbYoDIuR3GrsQpH_PJt_IrKLrXb4cYrNKQ174/s400/DSC03462.JPG" /></a><br />In spatele templului se afla copacul sub care se spune ca s-a iluminat Buddha. Cica acel copac este acelasi pe care l-a contemplat Buddha, acum 2500 de ani. Pe langa templu se vindeau chiar si frunze din miraculosul copac.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd21vBjWfgg7BSJSKu52meHAg_CT5BILpelfmucPLZhu1SXDJ-VbzbmEhwcbGTOFUBpg2ssGD4HDT02JiDyotrd9upqCyPgWMQBNET-nQWP5UBCARIVVlAa0xDX2uC188q88SKTvDVlkQ/s1600/DSC03464.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677814934138098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd21vBjWfgg7BSJSKu52meHAg_CT5BILpelfmucPLZhu1SXDJ-VbzbmEhwcbGTOFUBpg2ssGD4HDT02JiDyotrd9upqCyPgWMQBNET-nQWP5UBCARIVVlAa0xDX2uC188q88SKTvDVlkQ/s400/DSC03464.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJjNyuNtb_fsmJhbOdzDng_A3TBMbwbU9YSXyVZGH3j8Kf-2Gl6bTgeQcobpIBIGZRuo7L-6rKH6_9vs4HQXBT02N3T__gdh95mhWng_5cKHMWCnzVwH8P_dWaxCCuqidW3_9NejifRI/s1600/DSC03465.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677666999967122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJjNyuNtb_fsmJhbOdzDng_A3TBMbwbU9YSXyVZGH3j8Kf-2Gl6bTgeQcobpIBIGZRuo7L-6rKH6_9vs4HQXBT02N3T__gdh95mhWng_5cKHMWCnzVwH8P_dWaxCCuqidW3_9NejifRI/s400/DSC03465.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Rotirea acestor matanii tibetane (nu stiu cum se numesc) erau tot pentru arderea karmei.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBayxuDXwSSr0J9MV6d-qlLvjGDSoR6xKmSQBMDyHCsU4pAwA5yj6Oba_8euUE5qJa8vGdaf4ooCDXGMlVGiMmekQEU8WvzWkvmet0YN4yk0R_rIfW_WySI3UVe8oEUAVjqWA96WFSH8/s1600/DSC03467.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677549182127874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBayxuDXwSSr0J9MV6d-qlLvjGDSoR6xKmSQBMDyHCsU4pAwA5yj6Oba_8euUE5qJa8vGdaf4ooCDXGMlVGiMmekQEU8WvzWkvmet0YN4yk0R_rIfW_WySI3UVe8oEUAVjqWA96WFSH8/s400/DSC03467.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Ceea ce se poate observa in imaginea alaturata nu sunt paturi ci sunt uneltele necesare pentru efectuarea mataniilor tibetane. Se sta in picioare, cu mainile impreunate deasupra capului, coborate apoi in dreptul inimii si apoi intinzandu-te pe burta intinzand mainile in fata. Se repeta acest ritual pana cand realizezi ca nu este necesar si ca nu conteaza. Dar este interesant si distractiv sa privesti din afara.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Am avut si noi un noroc in aceasta calatorie: cu ocazia venirii in sat a celebrului Dalai Lama, au sosit si confratii tibetani cu tot felul de articole traditionale si de foarte buna calitate. Toata imbracamintea indiana este extrem de ieftina, in special pentru noi europenii, de buna calitate si NEGOCIABILA. Tibetanii insa au o marfa mult superioara, este putin mai scump, nu sunt dispusi tot timpul negocierii, dar lucrurile sunt unice.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyGQv_fRnHgvL7K0G9cIgUuwLvcw5Dtj0CR9BjkabrGNWf-AJ7ttRSEm-UO81nwOq0DoRYJty0BxDEiY-jKVaWIv97nyIayqKQoAZJKBdrmTrrJxfixnieWWNDvMjzZJI50HbDXNeRF0/s1600/DSC03433.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677413921631122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyGQv_fRnHgvL7K0G9cIgUuwLvcw5Dtj0CR9BjkabrGNWf-AJ7ttRSEm-UO81nwOq0DoRYJty0BxDEiY-jKVaWIv97nyIayqKQoAZJKBdrmTrrJxfixnieWWNDvMjzZJI50HbDXNeRF0/s400/DSC03433.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraxn1RVJpvxYiHCyX9e6j5jGf5xccGimWKx8Esq5B_VxMhyA6pAc_ZW3JwdRqnFw86WakLK1Mi9MPZ96PkxqhllteNHVZUFCccE6uJwbdS-zRhwuODe3C-yPhmElHbPqJ347YIe15sqM/s1600/DSC03172.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677278649954482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraxn1RVJpvxYiHCyX9e6j5jGf5xccGimWKx8Esq5B_VxMhyA6pAc_ZW3JwdRqnFw86WakLK1Mi9MPZ96PkxqhllteNHVZUFCccE6uJwbdS-zRhwuODe3C-yPhmElHbPqJ347YIe15sqM/s400/DSC03172.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZj-lmBWCy-kf4EvD7DjLQov2vTHHGIGzK6vUh0DM6vTjYSkif1V6XT6FTcahcnswdX_9juJ66v-WQ5mtW0IL9FvVdDLgVugJUC1RFEOhbB3e1uHw7RzPR6vBQ7Sj_Hgx4Vyp0LxXKDvs/s1600/DSC03121.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677172919569122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZj-lmBWCy-kf4EvD7DjLQov2vTHHGIGzK6vUh0DM6vTjYSkif1V6XT6FTcahcnswdX_9juJ66v-WQ5mtW0IL9FvVdDLgVugJUC1RFEOhbB3e1uHw7RzPR6vBQ7Sj_Hgx4Vyp0LxXKDvs/s400/DSC03121.JPG" /></a><br />In Bodhgaya se gaseste una dintre cele mai frumoase statui ale lui Buddha. Este absolut impresionanta. Te copleseste. Este facuta din marmura roz si verde adusa din China. Prezenta sa iti creaza o stare de pace si liniste. Este superba. Bineanteles ca si aici trebuie sa te descalti. In jurul statuii de afla 10 statui ale discipolilor lui, printre care si preferatul meu si al lui Buddha, Ananda.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZCvjDDUgkNCxOLRqDzEheiIeMnVHCqJMmHWxYxmNeOxg-vq4ifTK13CNveKbFF-ZUJ9NvoFxRNXyyzotYHPgWYsXn3aYNlEHB7wHw8I9XCAeZALyFz1AKOH0GUA8qasuTCJNqWuUDuI/s1600/DSC03076.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462677067583212882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZCvjDDUgkNCxOLRqDzEheiIeMnVHCqJMmHWxYxmNeOxg-vq4ifTK13CNveKbFF-ZUJ9NvoFxRNXyyzotYHPgWYsXn3aYNlEHB7wHw8I9XCAeZALyFz1AKOH0GUA8qasuTCJNqWuUDuI/s400/DSC03076.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBw3dq_G_z3oLLnlXcq0279h448uh7JFfsx0nkLSLqX2oHcPmlRYvJyAQYlUk-_u8-YhE7LSSMu3xHEcSPdiN9YIu3Jhmo3Re2h-NAIClhyWdE3P0wWKuIEv-oONBsp1whoUIz6RhZt9U/s1600/DSC03233JL.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676943327270562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBw3dq_G_z3oLLnlXcq0279h448uh7JFfsx0nkLSLqX2oHcPmlRYvJyAQYlUk-_u8-YhE7LSSMu3xHEcSPdiN9YIu3Jhmo3Re2h-NAIClhyWdE3P0wWKuIEv-oONBsp1whoUIz6RhZt9U/s400/DSC03233JL.JPG" /></a> DALAI LAMA<br /><br />Dalai Lama, ''sfintia sa'', cum i se adreseaza tibetanii, a sosit in Bodhgaya pentru a preda cateva cursuri despre compasiune si despre faptul ca toti suntem egali.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbdetBPKd2QffOr8BqwPx-LLHyb8jEVcDDpkpGNplO5O5NaW5xHI8QCu0FR2ypbV6OlxpqwCQTHDPFGY-Ezs-pccGLeonlFXSQDMnP97wI-ezFuMCOUk-vRkdsJ0ueT2qtOnWji7Rd9E/s1600/DSC03202.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676825719523106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbdetBPKd2QffOr8BqwPx-LLHyb8jEVcDDpkpGNplO5O5NaW5xHI8QCu0FR2ypbV6OlxpqwCQTHDPFGY-Ezs-pccGLeonlFXSQDMnP97wI-ezFuMCOUk-vRkdsJ0ueT2qtOnWji7Rd9E/s400/DSC03202.JPG" /></a><br />Eu nu am participat la cursuri, am fost doar in prima zi, sa vad despre ce este vorba si in ultima zi cand a avut o intrevedere doar cu occidentalii. Invataturile se predau in acel cort imens, dar calugarii si ''civilii'' stateau si pe langa. Dalai vorbea in tibetana si fiecare participant avea un dispozitiv pe care il regla pentru a auzi traducerea, care era foarte proasta din punctul meu de vedere. Prindeai un loc mai aproape de scena in functie de ora la care te trezeai, cursurile incepand cu ora 09.00 a.m., dar daca apareai in peisaj pe la 07.00 a.m., chiar il puteai vedea de departe pe Dalai Lama. Eu in prima zi abia am putut vedea scena. Am incercat sa intram cu totii in cort si sa gasim un loc mai in fata. Am simtit cum un miros patrunzator si persistent imi inunda caile respiratorii pana la sufocare. Am crezut ca provine de la sacii umpluti cu paie cred sau cu rumegus de pe jos care serveau ca si perne pentru calugari. Ulterior am realizat ca nu pernele erau de vina ci chiar calugarii, care din prea multa evlavie si dorinta de inaltare, nu se spala cu lunile pentru a nu apala energiile acumulate. Ca si cum energiile si constientizarile acumulate se spirit se pot diminua sau spala printr-o materie. Este absurd si greu de suportat.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CPLBVPYKGgg-kxT69cG4ectbgBtb27A33_3KjOXfOmKHI9xEYFluOod9vylM125jqT5btxb58Usr1jy07QrDvKjyP9ZLZ4LZkEqRxrSoT3EftOzvV7VhZhPDbrtP51eoY0dpJL6lzI0/s1600/DSC03260.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676583902059970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CPLBVPYKGgg-kxT69cG4ectbgBtb27A33_3KjOXfOmKHI9xEYFluOod9vylM125jqT5btxb58Usr1jy07QrDvKjyP9ZLZ4LZkEqRxrSoT3EftOzvV7VhZhPDbrtP51eoY0dpJL6lzI0/s400/DSC03260.JPG" /></a> PESTERA ILUMINARII LUI BUDDHA<br /><br />Noi ne-am deplasat cu un jeep pe niste drumuri inguste de abia incapea o masina. La prima impresie, am crezut ca drumul este cu sens unic (ca si cum ei stiu ce inseamna acest lucru), apoi am vazut cum din sensul opus se apropia o alta masina. Cand s-au intalnit, soferii au coborat din masini si au inceput o cearta, cel putin asa parea, pentru cine sa treaca primul. Sigur ca pe langa cei doi soferi s-au mai adunat si alti cativa voluntari locali, nu stiu de unde caci era o zona cam pustie, si au stabilit cam 15 minute cum sa rezolve situatia complicata. Odata ajunsi la locul cu pricina, a trebuit sa urcam un deal, presarat pe partea dreapta cu un sir indian de cersetori, care miroseau mai tare decat calugarii. Pestera este de fapt o cavitate in munte(de fapt sunt cam trei) in care nu se putea intra tot din cauza mirosului.De la vanzatorii de langa pestera puteai achizitiona acele mantre (steagurile colorate) care se puneau pe o ata si credinta este ca vantul poarta mesajul lor catre Buddha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAq-Y0i41DL8RLO7y88ZiQXqERWe6i8iXVdBAMJDCDyuhwsI3llpW0Nmo1ljjCiIiLpW5lAhij3OhrW14FMrj-yyuvpGipbdHbUJjobtoC0U5-gNCSDxL_4F4rCK95GQcby57MFfZU2A/s1600/DSC03265.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676497148213938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAq-Y0i41DL8RLO7y88ZiQXqERWe6i8iXVdBAMJDCDyuhwsI3llpW0Nmo1ljjCiIiLpW5lAhij3OhrW14FMrj-yyuvpGipbdHbUJjobtoC0U5-gNCSDxL_4F4rCK95GQcby57MFfZU2A/s400/DSC03265.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOVwzTMPMx6nT-v-rNkzaKGZPMBlAlbX9hsMtVBj8Fi4aHXJRtBi2OxLq587YHu78j4PQ2EzDA3bgTgegWeesgof_Oc1HZGUa2vLmYsI6_SbwlDTX8_AQ78QY363B2uQiuHnGG-5AiHg/s1600/DSC03274.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676296998533810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOVwzTMPMx6nT-v-rNkzaKGZPMBlAlbX9hsMtVBj8Fi4aHXJRtBi2OxLq587YHu78j4PQ2EzDA3bgTgegWeesgof_Oc1HZGUa2vLmYsI6_SbwlDTX8_AQ78QY363B2uQiuHnGG-5AiHg/s400/DSC03274.JPG" /></a> Acest zid nu stiu ce reprezinta, dar am vazut multi calugari lipindu-se de el intr-un mod foarte evlavios.Probabil asa se conecteaza ei la energia lui Buddha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEqZ5k0_64ABfaLHsm3DHqcwRcHm4KoafSdsuLdLJftPVEapBl78BVtCN7nqFuKezXiKbigjXp_6sjpdYL1-tEb0pz-V9ahULdPUUYI8SxX5_asFPvLDuuUSQ2XJh5Oh_Hq5lnZHucrw/s1600/DSC03114.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676123551732482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEqZ5k0_64ABfaLHsm3DHqcwRcHm4KoafSdsuLdLJftPVEapBl78BVtCN7nqFuKezXiKbigjXp_6sjpdYL1-tEb0pz-V9ahULdPUUYI8SxX5_asFPvLDuuUSQ2XJh5Oh_Hq5lnZHucrw/s400/DSC03114.JPG" /></a> MANCAREA<br /><br />Despre mancare numai cuvinte de lauda. Am spus doar mancare si nu mod de preparare. La acest capitol mi-am impus sa nu privesc nici cine o prepara si nici unde. In imaginea alaturata se poate observa o minunata ceainarie, care dupa lasarea serii devenea un loc de odihna. Restaurantul ce apartinea hotelului in care am stat avea cativa chelneri (care noaptea dormeau in sale de mese) cu care in prima seara a trebuit sa stam in jur de o ora pentru a se lamuri cat aveam fiecare de platit (eram 4 la masa, dar nu erau obisnuiti sa faca atatea note de plata) si cat trebuie sa ne dea restul. Dupa jumatate de ora de argumentari din partea noastra si a lor, ei au chemat seful de sala (asta cred ca avea cateva clase, stia si sa socoteasca) care le-a calculat notele de plata si le-a scris pe fiecare bancnota a noastra cat trebuie sa ne dea rest. Iar cu comenzile era o distractie pe cinste. Ei stiu engleza, nu prea bine dar o stiu, numai ca inteligenta nu-i deranjeaza deloc. Ei sunt foarte amabili, dar daca le spui sa-ti aduca doua ochiuri, ei iti aduc doua portii, adica 4 ochiuri (si astea pana am reusit sa-l fac sa inteleaga ca nu vrem omleta). Ceaiul lor traditional, masala, este un ceai din plante cu lapte. Eu am incercat doar o data, desi cand cumperi dintr-un magazin mai mare ti se ofera un pahar din partea casei, numai ca si gandul ca nu prea se spala acele pahare, plus ca ti le aduce cu degetele in pahar, mie nu prea mi-a priit. Mancarea este uneori prea iute, uneori mancabila. Dar cele iuti intr-adevar nu se pot manca. Eu am renuntat la cateva feluri, deoarece nu-mi mai simteam corpul si deja incepeam sa am viziuni. Singura gura de aer in toata mancarea indiana este painea, roti sau naan-ul (este mai gros si mai consistent). Naan-ul este un fel de lipie facuta la cuptor, in care se poate adauga usturoi, branza, dar nu recomand caci este branzita si nu prea are gust. Eu am mancat in Paris, tot de la indieni autentici un naan cu branza, dar era branza frantuzeasca si era divina. Am mai incercat si un fel de naan umplut cu pasta de cartofi, cu tot felul de condimente (foarte iuti) si verdeturi.Cel mai interesant lucru experimentat in acest restaurant a fost privelistea soarecilor care se fugareau prin toata sala. Eu am fost terorizata de acest fenomen si mereu am miscat din picioare pentru a nu mai avea si alte senzatii. Din cate am auzit de la colegii mei ca aceste mikey mouse le-a vizitat si camerele. Eu am avut noroc... saupoate nu am vaut. Ce bine. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fTl757UavPerZWjcfRLsa_m9XKP4EarCmL5-NY2Tw3Ru-f8iIteX7wKgXuAuAYNs3FPw9zqFhcnuiO0tHaBBvmrRQTpf6k_YbQURAZrvYbzIdofTJmkUfbKJlesiyulqKsGjqNfnqsA/s1600/DSC03443.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462676028657183106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fTl757UavPerZWjcfRLsa_m9XKP4EarCmL5-NY2Tw3Ru-f8iIteX7wKgXuAuAYNs3FPw9zqFhcnuiO0tHaBBvmrRQTpf6k_YbQURAZrvYbzIdofTJmkUfbKJlesiyulqKsGjqNfnqsA/s400/DSC03443.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Aici avem o mancare extraordinar de gustoasa, numita ''chicken manchiuri'' iar in acel cos se afla celebrele roti. Carnea de pui este fara os si fara piele, iar sosul este usor iute. Divin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFZTLUcZQZj89FbL1wXqs9pC_0reqvd0qrye_AebQLIywCNyzNBSjAOLHesg4wmExrKHMqQ67ThcOMI-_gFiYqakT11kJhx99ABUToNjvnBGEzxNdsx2lqbw2jiTT7Zd3jqDQ2hgax9E/s1600/DSC03424.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675946572766402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFZTLUcZQZj89FbL1wXqs9pC_0reqvd0qrye_AebQLIywCNyzNBSjAOLHesg4wmExrKHMqQ67ThcOMI-_gFiYqakT11kJhx99ABUToNjvnBGEzxNdsx2lqbw2jiTT7Zd3jqDQ2hgax9E/s400/DSC03424.JPG" /></a><br />M-a uimit cantitatea acestui platou cu paste. Era imens. Dar bun. Nu era iute. Continea carne de pui taiata marunt(daca nu erai atent nu observai carnea), varza, morcov, ceapa. Imbaiat in sosul soia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHzKU6WfTxJl4PFXzfBc8alXQJpx4nlrEzSrxzcmfWMMPRcMqcQWAOu8Pa64za5j0sEwhQMiM9W9KHpJfj8m9as4QXijkQ-O5p-ilY4jkQdUq3iE_qsgTHk-UmTufmQUz_y0GCoampgc/s1600/DSC03388.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675747620002338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHzKU6WfTxJl4PFXzfBc8alXQJpx4nlrEzSrxzcmfWMMPRcMqcQWAOu8Pa64za5j0sEwhQMiM9W9KHpJfj8m9as4QXijkQ-O5p-ilY4jkQdUq3iE_qsgTHk-UmTufmQUz_y0GCoampgc/s400/DSC03388.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Acestea sunt naan-urile, cu usturoi si branza. Eu sunt atat de bucuroasa in aceasta poza pentru ca venise in sfarsit mancarea. Dupa cateva minute mi-a disparut tot zambetul, caci ceea ce mi-am comandat, ceva traditional, continea pui, mar, multe stafide si migdale. Am avut noroc cu naan-ul.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraqdx095AFGd6UFQfS5sFB5mjxsnVFRSHFP4bCCLbHXNURphNuckV6BMFBkvcXhyphenhyphenwsSLek8YdflUf2ytA80NTIR1kuy-Mev2fwCdBaI6eniLaXufbUVpd0UdzR4yk0i6KlySZv9vItBc/s1600/DSC03387.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675661257008130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraqdx095AFGd6UFQfS5sFB5mjxsnVFRSHFP4bCCLbHXNURphNuckV6BMFBkvcXhyphenhyphenwsSLek8YdflUf2ytA80NTIR1kuy-Mev2fwCdBaI6eniLaXufbUVpd0UdzR4yk0i6KlySZv9vItBc/s400/DSC03387.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMULZZROt_7YwqVPT9rnXmC0MAZsd7Y-SP-WTuFzBM9ttjfHoTpRQtSYL_XQ1hOj41UI81JGLexuXCMCK49NivdhPWWFp2EHKTGQOKwwrb_huzFTfeCCSlpP6v04p7WgsHIBST-lceeA/s1600/DSC03384.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675569731333858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMULZZROt_7YwqVPT9rnXmC0MAZsd7Y-SP-WTuFzBM9ttjfHoTpRQtSYL_XQ1hOj41UI81JGLexuXCMCK49NivdhPWWFp2EHKTGQOKwwrb_huzFTfeCCSlpP6v04p7WgsHIBST-lceeA/s400/DSC03384.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Aici sunt un fel de legume umplute intr-un sos de curry.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SfIjXHdffFqA2MAYVp8mLzvWeGhetsdWJE5P-4HhTGxFF8h5RLVZFvxO040uWwhmUECjUUgQbikT549x-_DNW5Wj1mfyoOm1U6iMdHXY5N6cAdHQ8qM6H_1g0MaRm_yRdOTOqo7uw4o/s1600/DSC03050.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675458691325794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SfIjXHdffFqA2MAYVp8mLzvWeGhetsdWJE5P-4HhTGxFF8h5RLVZFvxO040uWwhmUECjUUgQbikT549x-_DNW5Wj1mfyoOm1U6iMdHXY5N6cAdHQ8qM6H_1g0MaRm_yRdOTOqo7uw4o/s400/DSC03050.JPG" /></a><br />Jumatate de pui tandori, cu salata de varza cu ceapa. Sosul verde de alaturi nu am putut sa depistez ce ar fi putut fi. Banuiesc ca au incercat sa realizeze un fel de guacamole.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6bxDNE3k6OicaPdYROnPoM1JPvYkLUrkZVHjhJLQAI9kWb6LdQACOPE7LMcykaPfaQJxQj-dcMonE1E1oUqHFARg7I3JMvUoxHfZd9WuQFO4zaIVKp5HJWTVtJpZyAwyqA84odN6Zlw/s1600/DSC03503.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675384750934482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6bxDNE3k6OicaPdYROnPoM1JPvYkLUrkZVHjhJLQAI9kWb6LdQACOPE7LMcykaPfaQJxQj-dcMonE1E1oUqHFARg7I3JMvUoxHfZd9WuQFO4zaIVKp5HJWTVtJpZyAwyqA84odN6Zlw/s400/DSC03503.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMt-aFJuyGyCry5UEO6d8XN7t8mdVKpzSqHc6Iik6ZUeyawOL0yEEC2Q-46s0KfjyMN3aKm-ogD-CHD7dTVJ1FMLDsGMbFFDR7Mg5Jc_v9nHhDCmz5brWemqGrxUFZ63Eb3D5vuLvvRE/s1600/DSC03501.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675289326282018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMt-aFJuyGyCry5UEO6d8XN7t8mdVKpzSqHc6Iik6ZUeyawOL0yEEC2Q-46s0KfjyMN3aKm-ogD-CHD7dTVJ1FMLDsGMbFFDR7Mg5Jc_v9nHhDCmz5brWemqGrxUFZ63Eb3D5vuLvvRE/s400/DSC03501.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Si celebrul pui tandori. Extraordinar de bun si de iuteeeeeeeee... Nu va lasati pacaliti ca scrie ca este un pui intreg. Este atat de mic incat dupa ce il mananci trebuie sa-ti mai comanzi ceva. De la iuteala puiului, ai nevoie de ceva racoros si te repezi la salata de morcovi cu ceapa de langa pui, care este...la fel de iute. Nemaiputand gandi din cauza iutelii, am luat o bucata de naan, care arata absolut obisnuit. In cateva secunde am crezut ca iau foc. Naan-ul era mai iute ca puiul.<br />La acest pui am dorit sa comandam un sos simplu de usturoi. Dupa ce ne-am chinuit sa-i explicam chelnerului ca nu vrem un chicken garlic, ci doar garlic sos, am asteptat...si am asteptat. Dupa ce am mancat si puiul si naan-ul si curd-ul, a venit si sosul de usturoi.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTmRRpBuqfaPfbbMEuSA_KRJmrY7BRiMe-9ExVmSbinD2nKMj0ry-MEkpZcM5Zzdawo_pNIcPlRC8HyMTpdvMP5z_Gow-Y1DuvQlkYTRV0NsjIBuRJpotT8VVx5A8DAC8UXMdmvhEmek/s1600/DSC03502.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675196086268162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTmRRpBuqfaPfbbMEuSA_KRJmrY7BRiMe-9ExVmSbinD2nKMj0ry-MEkpZcM5Zzdawo_pNIcPlRC8HyMTpdvMP5z_Gow-Y1DuvQlkYTRV0NsjIBuRJpotT8VVx5A8DAC8UXMdmvhEmek/s400/DSC03502.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Si am ajuns si la desert. Nu am reusit sa incerc multe pentru ca la restaurantele la care am fost, nu serveau desert. Cel mai popular a fost iaurtul, numit ''curd'', care era extrem de gustos, exceptand datile in care ni-l aducea cu fulgi de gheata. La un alt restaurant am comandat curd si ne-a adus un fel de branza de vaci cu zahar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdhhC8ewg-n1I5231VY-dUWTsBoONvqTpX6nQCVNpkPUJiCn4N9LhhykNxuhktdzFhcCtjLSA6x4v165CHejQm84V0u5aaH6pviRCndDneF5p6glTbZir3Q0ise8-IJgia1lBaY7tu5M/s1600/DSC03333.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674979320806802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdhhC8ewg-n1I5231VY-dUWTsBoONvqTpX6nQCVNpkPUJiCn4N9LhhykNxuhktdzFhcCtjLSA6x4v165CHejQm84V0u5aaH6pviRCndDneF5p6glTbZir3Q0ise8-IJgia1lBaY7tu5M/s400/DSC03333.JPG" /></a> VARANASI<br /><br />Orasul sfant. Se intinde pe multi kilometri. Noi am ajuns la Varanasi cu o masina si am facut mai mult de 4 ore dus si 4 ore intors in aceasi zi. Am dorit sa ne plimbam cu barca pe Gange, unii au vrut sa vada incinerarea mortilor. Intr-o tara civiliata te duci, inchiriezi o barca, urci singur in ea si pornesti. In India nu este chiar asa. Cand am sosit la malul Gangelui, ne-au intampinat o multime de cersetori, vanzatori de porumbei, de pesti, de ofrande, etc, care...au urcat cu noi in barca. Barca este mult spus, caci era acoperita cu fasii de lemn si nu se putea sta decat in pozitia sezut, cu picioarele intinse pe jos. Foarte inconfortabil, plus ca toata privelistea iti era blocata de catre toti acei vanzatori care mai aveau putin si se asezau peste tine. Privind apa Gangelui si stiind din povestiri ca ei arunca cenusa celor incinerati in apa, fac baie acolo si isi spala toate sari-urile, a devenit ca o obsesie sa nu atingi acea apa care arata absolut infiorator de infecta.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVdF79oDDEoMvu7ypM3o3QYwZ8vjm9j6KJWxAJtrg3-9_eqaLwmjAfjt-6QybPgRneVDRozrCskdjqNAUrKziWmYdsmc2PVR3pf1O6nklxWRvaWUlVRnEr70rCR9193R2yEXX0tj-fWY/s1600/DSC03410.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674873689759954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVdF79oDDEoMvu7ypM3o3QYwZ8vjm9j6KJWxAJtrg3-9_eqaLwmjAfjt-6QybPgRneVDRozrCskdjqNAUrKziWmYdsmc2PVR3pf1O6nklxWRvaWUlVRnEr70rCR9193R2yEXX0tj-fWY/s400/DSC03410.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Am avut insa noroc la intoarcere, noaptea, cand avea loc o incredibil de frumoasa ceremonie la mal. Era un zgomot armonios de clopotele si un spectacol uimitor de lumini licarinde. Noi ne-am urcat intr-o barca, de data asta era un normala, si am stat la cativa metri de acea ceremonie, pe apa. Impresionant.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BIfTCa-95xO5XVBj2xn_4vXXoZcKApvA_4j4DbKfpJbL2iZDMm8S2MlgqrHhNpR7eh7S9szR57Itr3MFfFSaQB90v9-GYF-S1Hl-kbdvuUFy2p90OJ17ryzEu09B2IDAEG9LR9t2c-o/s1600/DSC03400.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674776528167058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BIfTCa-95xO5XVBj2xn_4vXXoZcKApvA_4j4DbKfpJbL2iZDMm8S2MlgqrHhNpR7eh7S9szR57Itr3MFfFSaQB90v9-GYF-S1Hl-kbdvuUFy2p90OJ17ryzEu09B2IDAEG9LR9t2c-o/s400/DSC03400.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Nw-JQi6CmIFrMZUNRNarqfHbf9ocRCMf3X2OuNsC3a7YwB25kl03-dwhFxEx7YsYdUxcRVaH8GwNjQeeXr4LOaFz0z1TSaWRHSsjq0TQPzOUZGoatbGL95nymaK2Gp-Q7qGhF7hFAAY/s1600/DSC03372.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674552068271010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Nw-JQi6CmIFrMZUNRNarqfHbf9ocRCMf3X2OuNsC3a7YwB25kl03-dwhFxEx7YsYdUxcRVaH8GwNjQeeXr4LOaFz0z1TSaWRHSsjq0TQPzOUZGoatbGL95nymaK2Gp-Q7qGhF7hFAAY/s400/DSC03372.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />In fundal are loc incinerarea mortilor iar in prim plan sunt cei care ne-au insotit fara voia noastra in barca.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kN30phgbWqa3CyyLD3pSXszCax3bdpV1_eYP6yrGrSDB2n3UKmkK1OeqBi9_E7jxDzvDPyq0g5il01Qgyv9M2ebcuCOplnkUvnqJAgqT-M-_EHEeQ8sgZC8jve0hbEGbHBRMyFeNvb0/s1600/DSC03357.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674423762973394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kN30phgbWqa3CyyLD3pSXszCax3bdpV1_eYP6yrGrSDB2n3UKmkK1OeqBi9_E7jxDzvDPyq0g5il01Qgyv9M2ebcuCOplnkUvnqJAgqT-M-_EHEeQ8sgZC8jve0hbEGbHBRMyFeNvb0/s400/DSC03357.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Varanasi ziua. Noi am fost foarte impresionati de cum arata noaptea. Probabil pentru ca nu se mai vede atat de puternic acea mizerie. Noaptea, daca ignorai mirosul puteai sa zici ca esti in Venezia si te plimbi cu vapereto-ul.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZy0x4xPcPu_3VBblJuvK1xsYfEyOxyFd9y7b5TF7RLRIdxO3K6tv4QT91Kkpw05Nu4qz2kMxbOYr4ZBJ2Z0i_L69IhzkYl1f-DOfNKwiG-ATC1uaE1djnl_YRE-TuyLjPlQgEx20l1wg/s1600/DSC03369.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674321366950530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZy0x4xPcPu_3VBblJuvK1xsYfEyOxyFd9y7b5TF7RLRIdxO3K6tv4QT91Kkpw05Nu4qz2kMxbOYr4ZBJ2Z0i_L69IhzkYl1f-DOfNKwiG-ATC1uaE1djnl_YRE-TuyLjPlQgEx20l1wg/s400/DSC03369.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NECTV5BI2giDsUVP-V1gTVifuV2NK-nyxPI2cf8Hu5rebX8ryrhyqolLyTNlMvqdR1F0dnfkoVpAb7FrftpEXU8MwZsuklLSjJRI0rcyoEVtW33zgQqQXB-8rba9UiR-Oj-oLJ0PVyM/s1600/DSC03308.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674173064593026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NECTV5BI2giDsUVP-V1gTVifuV2NK-nyxPI2cf8Hu5rebX8ryrhyqolLyTNlMvqdR1F0dnfkoVpAb7FrftpEXU8MwZsuklLSjJRI0rcyoEVtW33zgQqQXB-8rba9UiR-Oj-oLJ0PVyM/s400/DSC03308.JPG" /></a><br />SARNATH<br /><br /><br />Aici a dat Buddha primele sale invataturi, primilor sai 5 discipoli. Scena este imortalizata prin aceste statui impresionante si un templu, unde sunt desenate exact fazele vietii lui Buddha. Da, si aici era cu descaltatul.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhQuvraOloiF7PHzBTeU9Hb-P6R1EvEN-6svt9yDia48t90BodHlzSciThjsuBVocsgnK30YFArVe73VAeNaeci1F9orMKJV8h62WleYEOLV4CwT64rxl_CxpZN0qda1KKC5YZURkugk/s1600/DSC03322.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462674079641070994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhQuvraOloiF7PHzBTeU9Hb-P6R1EvEN-6svt9yDia48t90BodHlzSciThjsuBVocsgnK30YFArVe73VAeNaeci1F9orMKJV8h62WleYEOLV4CwT64rxl_CxpZN0qda1KKC5YZURkugk/s400/DSC03322.JPG" /></a><br />In acel templu, erau reprezentati Buddha si sinele sau inalt, Maitreya.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIet3tNVUbWnNyAM2R4fh5JPAby7MJnag5a75soOzxcrNQG74g1oYACgzkMbHykDLY7tb00sNn1nqifTbDQ-cjgDDfMugDLT-fCR2frq0bIo3lg2NKumu2D5nw6Gcw9JDRqjPknKn48w/s1600/DSC03319.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462673871136958914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIet3tNVUbWnNyAM2R4fh5JPAby7MJnag5a75soOzxcrNQG74g1oYACgzkMbHykDLY7tb00sNn1nqifTbDQ-cjgDDfMugDLT-fCR2frq0bIo3lg2NKumu2D5nw6Gcw9JDRqjPknKn48w/s400/DSC03319.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Inca o stupa, unde se gasesc moastele lui Buddha. Din cate am inteles, si aici sunt tot cateva degete. Acele puncte albe sunt esarfe pe care oamenii le arunca in semn se iubire si pentru indeplinirea dorintelor. Se arunca esarfe si peste statuile liui Buddha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB00osu4QwQJkZWhQQuhv74GQ38UYVcv2r2NRX9e-wyveSogh3yTQv02roAcvdGgAB3xiIUMgvIqPHs_0YsrRaZM4Y9Wz2ZhrIq-7lJnofXV4OfKO8mv25gHrtLrLffc6S7_GQZ-7E6fA/s1600/DSC03489.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462672943579173250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB00osu4QwQJkZWhQQuhv74GQ38UYVcv2r2NRX9e-wyveSogh3yTQv02roAcvdGgAB3xiIUMgvIqPHs_0YsrRaZM4Y9Wz2ZhrIq-7lJnofXV4OfKO8mv25gHrtLrLffc6S7_GQZ-7E6fA/s400/DSC03489.JPG" /></a> RAJGIR<br /><br />Aici am urcat cu un telescaun cam preistoric pana la acest templu budhist.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Fum_UvGBhE_XjNpkY32Ws_aMGtYsn9UGQ75-RCZVXncPOUHVZcsOISk2x3mrkijWxSSRICsk6-NDO2KPzSu0kmkgaPNAVLUF35YwIuGS390TRM8oYKiPg3uTT4z3U1Hjobzi655qFHM/s1600/IMG_2480.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462672780372072706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Fum_UvGBhE_XjNpkY32Ws_aMGtYsn9UGQ75-RCZVXncPOUHVZcsOISk2x3mrkijWxSSRICsk6-NDO2KPzSu0kmkgaPNAVLUF35YwIuGS390TRM8oYKiPg3uTT4z3U1Hjobzi655qFHM/s400/IMG_2480.JPG" /></a><br />Si am admirat si hranit maimutele.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680849059216735736.post-40777002794864741992010-04-07T21:28:00.000-07:002010-04-07T23:04:51.458-07:00LONDRA 16-22 MARTIE 20101. ARTA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7rbUWvxy0_w7uOMTH9GSL6yiJDlVbF3V_b7NsSbHS81mkBHrivDI7QXoCXhY1TkCu3Zfx-2TEuUlkwelzWBZ0WrjaRqur_k2CK1Ii8X9OTadK5z4tfwC3Q5rvWiedOy7uIAKxkdOYnI/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634940515289506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7rbUWvxy0_w7uOMTH9GSL6yiJDlVbF3V_b7NsSbHS81mkBHrivDI7QXoCXhY1TkCu3Zfx-2TEuUlkwelzWBZ0WrjaRqur_k2CK1Ii8X9OTadK5z4tfwC3Q5rvWiedOy7uIAKxkdOYnI/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5NYMZfAdsvMvkpGRHc0SBb-OtbMHnIGph9omHaLmbhhR-8ANHUBH7xylPPjQ5CLFkiZoYdHDJZ5xn84tMg4U0rf_2HfdMYovF1gXTBnigjOlKP8uTrM6m67qLnsBCH2PXr0L87u64HI/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634838214782354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5NYMZfAdsvMvkpGRHc0SBb-OtbMHnIGph9omHaLmbhhR-8ANHUBH7xylPPjQ5CLFkiZoYdHDJZ5xn84tMg4U0rf_2HfdMYovF1gXTBnigjOlKP8uTrM6m67qLnsBCH2PXr0L87u64HI/s400/DSC_0238.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQqbFYeJjKj3TzjayH8sBSBDMNQbKKV_3evWa1caTDQdKatgbQ6SGLTKdziy1nz8HbzsMfXIouoziyLM9buh1wO-_FC7wNwI9ZDA0GgupS3VsB8genxHQSooCf30nLg8MvTvWv7YHyWU/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634617534411762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQqbFYeJjKj3TzjayH8sBSBDMNQbKKV_3evWa1caTDQdKatgbQ6SGLTKdziy1nz8HbzsMfXIouoziyLM9buh1wO-_FC7wNwI9ZDA0GgupS3VsB8genxHQSooCf30nLg8MvTvWv7YHyWU/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRkvfEmRoHZgjBIyyIPON7_Ldboh5ltx-47AZ6yDiTSOit02PKbGAj2TTPMzhYQKMiA81wSeDYdRcNWaYjRiNsiFGoiBbowfUq67lklgkKgkVA8b9wTetK9R820tiBUlL2lBQZsjD8qc/s1600/DSC_0232.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634496003464818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRkvfEmRoHZgjBIyyIPON7_Ldboh5ltx-47AZ6yDiTSOit02PKbGAj2TTPMzhYQKMiA81wSeDYdRcNWaYjRiNsiFGoiBbowfUq67lklgkKgkVA8b9wTetK9R820tiBUlL2lBQZsjD8qc/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQXm1Q8o5Gh9nkGbjKoOEaBWHplqOrgmfWQlcwfyhR5Zv75j-AtQ2FpZy9HlyMDLO1pBtZBANvpEbvH05NFasxfjlKfGJJpMTtnqwnbl16XAtg967NqB-P5EJ31pF0StOci9Qq_ubPxg/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634337750504258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQXm1Q8o5Gh9nkGbjKoOEaBWHplqOrgmfWQlcwfyhR5Zv75j-AtQ2FpZy9HlyMDLO1pBtZBANvpEbvH05NFasxfjlKfGJJpMTtnqwnbl16XAtg967NqB-P5EJ31pF0StOci9Qq_ubPxg/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cea mai mare bucurie pe care o poti avea in Londra este ca aproape toate muzeele de arta sunt gratuite. Vestile proaste sunt ca nu ai voie sa faci nici o poza (in nici o alta tara nu am vazut atatia paznici la operele de arta; nici nu apucai sa pui mana pe aparat ca aparea cineva si iti spunea pe un ton prietenos "don`t''), si chiar daca ti s-ar fi dat voie, nu prea exista multe opere pe care sa vrei sa le fotografiezi.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfY-eIMeCawKVxaWEmfJyJ7D1gvA4TqMZT_Z3j9HZRk4-zgF3ZlpY5hlDrKZoV9jvKbD5qwM4RYqNo9E7qAsOSmTCh1-8jGhkJDTOCP67un6FEeHr2eAz3ZD4WIuEqe_2Hzn0MJ6GHpvU/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634135870985922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfY-eIMeCawKVxaWEmfJyJ7D1gvA4TqMZT_Z3j9HZRk4-zgF3ZlpY5hlDrKZoV9jvKbD5qwM4RYqNo9E7qAsOSmTCh1-8jGhkJDTOCP67un6FEeHr2eAz3ZD4WIuEqe_2Hzn0MJ6GHpvU/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />La ''National Gallery'' poti totusi sa inspiri aerul artei lui Van Gogh, Holbein, Botticelli, Piero della Francesca, Uccello, Turner, etc. Frumos muzeu, clasic, dar dupa umila mea parere personala nu se poate compara cu muzeele din Madrid, ca sa nu mai vorbim despre Paris, capitala artei plastice, clasice si moderne. Pe laterala din dreapta a muzeului se afla intrarea pentru ''National Gallery Portrets'', unde am avut norocul sa prind o expozitie a celebrului fotograf Irving Penn. Intrarea: 10 lire. Superba expozitie!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzjU8u2sYyEjdbcp1tV_5YebDtsyFNtrF-idS0P-VjiJv7ojt-v-z620N68A633xFDrgnm3FGVpyzLtm3tzZeaxypTDWLGVthNvgEDBGg-Qse1LAUj5mlkCeq6yl9ZzV10j55sB1zt28/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634015735763458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzjU8u2sYyEjdbcp1tV_5YebDtsyFNtrF-idS0P-VjiJv7ojt-v-z620N68A633xFDrgnm3FGVpyzLtm3tzZeaxypTDWLGVthNvgEDBGg-Qse1LAUj5mlkCeq6yl9ZzV10j55sB1zt28/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />British Museum este o minunatie arhitecturala, cu o infatisare calsica si un interior cat de poate de modern. Intrarea este gratuita, in schimb expozitiile temporare se platesc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TO7xv7hpOTCIjOJ8mjx85NBDGYauCyUkLKs_1zQR2gc_Usux6rWRmGFLAofQm8AXIwY1cz1s8tH8GRx-7fd0Hgc03uwi__LlDwLhaIL8WAf0FhXsv-43PuNDxCVeHYwIlnpkP01V1Ts/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457633890462554642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TO7xv7hpOTCIjOJ8mjx85NBDGYauCyUkLKs_1zQR2gc_Usux6rWRmGFLAofQm8AXIwY1cz1s8tH8GRx-7fd0Hgc03uwi__LlDwLhaIL8WAf0FhXsv-43PuNDxCVeHYwIlnpkP01V1Ts/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Tate Modern-un muzeu de arta contemporana, foarte contemporana. Intrarea aici se face , incredibil, tot gratuit. Se pot viziona performance-uri, fotografii, instalatii, opere de Pollock (se fapt nu este decat una singura), Monet(tot una), Dali. Spatiu imens, opere mari (ca dimensiune), dar putine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyJRC_F83v7PGjLPc0sERhocOqCAP-zPB5SSREv5x7IyInMUPTrPiuzboU8l9u_tRgc_Es92p6uwcpB1IkeinCFiP-8KPq5D_VM8eElhZe_-Mz2KFX7NsSKoajoqH3erLlGlliNXD0VM/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457633264137481410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyJRC_F83v7PGjLPc0sERhocOqCAP-zPB5SSREv5x7IyInMUPTrPiuzboU8l9u_tRgc_Es92p6uwcpB1IkeinCFiP-8KPq5D_VM8eElhZe_-Mz2KFX7NsSKoajoqH3erLlGlliNXD0VM/s400/DSC_0301.JPG" /></a> 2. LOCURI DE VIZITAT<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrqvmv_FQTfTey0hhvayTxYUeTMNuHKgBYsovXpJEECSsMbFPCv_rXP2nwEnqQpBPbp9RZ-64QZyMBgj0al7HIeCu320E1nY-wEsIr8_oA5nTcYUk_945vgkMsTXYm_xtLKFaItOiI0c/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457633102722920786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfrqvmv_FQTfTey0hhvayTxYUeTMNuHKgBYsovXpJEECSsMbFPCv_rXP2nwEnqQpBPbp9RZ-64QZyMBgj0al7HIeCu320E1nY-wEsIr8_oA5nTcYUk_945vgkMsTXYm_xtLKFaItOiI0c/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" /></a><br />Londra este un oras uluitor si pentru a-l putea cuprinde, desi este un efort imposibil, trebuie sa iti programezi obiectivele principale si sa fii pregatit pentru a renunta la altele. Trebuie sa fii foarte puternic in alegerile tale, pentru ca odata ajuns acasa cineva te va intreba : ''cum, ai fost in Londra si nu ai vizitat muzeul Madame Tussauds?'' Ei bine, da, nu am fost si nici nu mi-am dorit. Mi-am dorit in schimb sa vad stadionul de rugby Twickenham, unde joaca echipa nationala, dar nu am mai ajuns din cauza oboselii si a zonei (stadionul este in zona 6), dar m-am consolat totusi cumparandu-mi un tricou al nationalei si o mini minge de rugby de care sunt foarte mandra. Sa revenim la locuri de vizitat: imensul Hyde Parc care conduce catre fantana construita in memoria printesei Diana, catre castelul Kensington (nici la asta nu am ajuns). De pe Oxford Street poti intra in Hyde Parc si poti observa celebrul ''speaker corner'', coltul oratorului in traducere libera, in traducere practica este aleea principala pe care unul dintre locuitorii nemultumiti ai Londrei isi expune galagios sau pasnic (dar de obicei tipetele sunt mult mai apreciate si culmea, percepute de publicul larg) parerea despre orice. Se pot auzi glasuri isterice (noi am vazut o femeie asiatica care a tipat pana cand toata lumea s-a retras) si alte vociferari. Este foarte pitoresc.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHdMR-BiYpwNMhSFG8wf1koa0n4rXmlF6NDliEm6Yjc8VovBLuD0H_CBruJhTSB8a-P8XIdllHvqrmPbxvHPTwf6S7g7bEU_o-h07cduR-ELW2jNy9wwBroDNitu40d6yx7MsHmC2L7oI/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632964306818306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHdMR-BiYpwNMhSFG8wf1koa0n4rXmlF6NDliEm6Yjc8VovBLuD0H_CBruJhTSB8a-P8XIdllHvqrmPbxvHPTwf6S7g7bEU_o-h07cduR-ELW2jNy9wwBroDNitu40d6yx7MsHmC2L7oI/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnkU7LVkcm4QYkOlpgiHnBEvCmj6obXPQIqA666UJBD49rY-tf8XJPEoKvc-rKpfqYyE9HW23YKzH0EuWYVFxZ7JknOyPZJ1sipkxuJ1cdsMApq98A9zXHFRKrnLWI8_Ls4oqia7gi28/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632842109341538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnkU7LVkcm4QYkOlpgiHnBEvCmj6obXPQIqA666UJBD49rY-tf8XJPEoKvc-rKpfqYyE9HW23YKzH0EuWYVFxZ7JknOyPZJ1sipkxuJ1cdsMApq98A9zXHFRKrnLWI8_Ls4oqia7gi28/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" /></a><br />Apoi, in drum catre muzeul de arta moderna si contemporana se poate admira catedrala Sf. Paul. Cam atat am se spus despre dumneaei. Personal cred ca cea mai frumoasa constructie de gen este Sf. Petru din Roma.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ARK_GsfsbvuqvEML9-L0RoLI3VtIEwayCbtQ5ZO3878UaIyY5m4G725i0KaNzvHeWQKksyMflF9DwvYjCOfsJDZYfooklM3C3jLyrc45_5ovQ6yZFt872fBH2VwQxRTU9bi2byM9Nag/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632731638609730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ARK_GsfsbvuqvEML9-L0RoLI3VtIEwayCbtQ5ZO3878UaIyY5m4G725i0KaNzvHeWQKksyMflF9DwvYjCOfsJDZYfooklM3C3jLyrc45_5ovQ6yZFt872fBH2VwQxRTU9bi2byM9Nag/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Ochiul Londrei este o atractie foarte populata de turisti. Costa cam mult-18 lire- dar cred ca daca nu este ceata, merita. Din punctul meu de vedere se misca destul de incet, mai face si cateva pauze, deci trebuie sa-ti rezervi cateva minute (incepand de la jumatate de ora in sus).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632592769492146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAROWbQaXOQgRcRCjIHqdNfbX_9imgZXOVm0vXhrXUhoILfIB3ETG7hjn4skr_dO33CGg2aR-BSuVCLt0yQNISCFX1HGHR7SH9tf8yOXgB551hnuqSaocGfzrf7tx6K6iyjwp6DeOabgo/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJm-dg0dik3rp5fHLyriBWxZG9P53rPiCkKms9oDS_31-K5cIrp7Pl8EdwXeGicrR0_l_swKkCtvIwmaJobjsTjuB_SldmmKeN_7P5-BetO_FabPeETCxeV3rvkhzk2307edm5W-AYTs/s1600/DSC03580.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632462803331010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJm-dg0dik3rp5fHLyriBWxZG9P53rPiCkKms9oDS_31-K5cIrp7Pl8EdwXeGicrR0_l_swKkCtvIwmaJobjsTjuB_SldmmKeN_7P5-BetO_FabPeETCxeV3rvkhzk2307edm5W-AYTs/s400/DSC03580.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Un sfat prietenesc pentru cand vizitati schimbarea garzii de la Palatul Buckingham: mergeti mai devreme, pe la ora 11 (de obicei se schimba garda incepand cu ora 11.30) si asigurati-va un loc in apropierea(lipit ar fi cel mai indicat) portii. Acolo are loc ''actiunea''. Daca nu se poate, atunci asigurati-va ca aveti muschii de la picioare (in special gemenii) foarte bine antrenati, pentru ca pozitia de baza va fi ''pe varfuri''.Garzile sosesc calare de undeva din stanga palatului, fac un ocol al piatetei si vin inapoi, pe jos, cu stangul pe toba pana intra in curtea palatului. Are loc schimbul de garzi, dupa care orchestra incepe sa cante (spre surprinderea tuturor de fata): ''dancing queen'' al formatiei Abba; dupa care, a continuat cu ''mama mia''. Nu uitati in drum catre palat sa treceti pe la magazinul de suveniruri a palatului Buckingham. Este cu adevarat unic. Aici poti gasi brelocuri reprezentand coroana reginei (5 lire), prosoape pentru ceai cu inscriptia ''Buckingham palace'', costume de bucatari, etc. Trafalgar Square este considerata centrul londrei. Aici se afla statuia colonelului Nelson si tot aici se afla National Art Gallery. Palatul parlamentului si Big Ben-ul se afla vis-a-vis de ochiul Londrei. Treci Tamisa (care uneori curge invers) si te intalnesti cu marele Ben. Ocolind si ben-ul si palatul, poti admira catedrala Westminster Abbey.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t9menwfYE1G2r3UQ5LW_7KJLZDLqTdOhfx3B3O2LubYVXf-PN8A-KU9UzwC69CcqMSVDz8-J_XYP44cKH3cJzyDAfW3gHrF5VsCzfEJcKSETCQc_ZAkOKVaeL6KO3AYghONU-Yf9oJU/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632327572741634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t9menwfYE1G2r3UQ5LW_7KJLZDLqTdOhfx3B3O2LubYVXf-PN8A-KU9UzwC69CcqMSVDz8-J_XYP44cKH3cJzyDAfW3gHrF5VsCzfEJcKSETCQc_ZAkOKVaeL6KO3AYghONU-Yf9oJU/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNj69IEHMEoUjVBWsoozu6P1JBxZqi1lidrnDn-YaNIRJp7AWa2eibVNNZLZKrv5qdXoa79mJH0D-I9s7ExzcJnnDtNSxUBB-MSfCqCZfFToOvNNLLe635L3jSJzVmgD5pPDbO3kSxbcc/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457632224353080450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNj69IEHMEoUjVBWsoozu6P1JBxZqi1lidrnDn-YaNIRJp7AWa2eibVNNZLZKrv5qdXoa79mJH0D-I9s7ExzcJnnDtNSxUBB-MSfCqCZfFToOvNNLLe635L3jSJzVmgD5pPDbO3kSxbcc/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMCd9DrNulJjbHn0F6OENMZM2jm9otT0JBfGPxtxoTvxlz2tm7Vt9EBII6mzkWQfo8vXnoaFk6Hc8TTjKrm3NDTXvbIb7_fG2IsNakYOzqRRTHQwmi1KhusGFxezUWsFOjPwgnBWRkWk/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457631768985192514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMCd9DrNulJjbHn0F6OENMZM2jm9otT0JBfGPxtxoTvxlz2tm7Vt9EBII6mzkWQfo8vXnoaFk6Hc8TTjKrm3NDTXvbIb7_fG2IsNakYOzqRRTHQwmi1KhusGFxezUWsFOjPwgnBWRkWk/s400/DSC_0383.JPG" /></a> 3. TRANSPORTUL<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV0TXN4pHWb0gJU3iqzBDggcnFkAefHx-3H1DMMr7eSWEvOxd8fee_iduy19QZ4DOuvSAb4JkMTH4s5-lzUheSNcagYurtvg-E__4vQxyEFZusXvMPIiGfSnGiC0_QFU8_4K0d34k8vNE/s1600/DSC03555.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457631327583588626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV0TXN4pHWb0gJU3iqzBDggcnFkAefHx-3H1DMMr7eSWEvOxd8fee_iduy19QZ4DOuvSAb4JkMTH4s5-lzUheSNcagYurtvg-E__4vQxyEFZusXvMPIiGfSnGiC0_QFU8_4K0d34k8vNE/s400/DSC03555.JPG" /></a><br />Transportul in Londra nu este atat de complicat precum pare. Cel putin pentru noi a fost destul de usor, caci totul este foarte bine explicat si desenat (au sageti ajutatoare pe strazi ca sa nu uiti ca se circula invers- la trecerile de pietoni, pe strada chiar scrie ''priveste stanga'' sau ''priveste dreapta''). Sa incepem cu inceputul: Londra este formata din 6 zone concentrice.Centrul este zona 1, evident. Pentru a te putea descurca decent prin oras, exista cateva mijloace de transport in comun disponibile: trenul, metroul si autobuzul suspendat si pentru turisti vaporasul. Noi am stat in zona 3 si am ales sa ne deplasam rapid si comod cu trenul si apoi cu metroul. Iti poti lua o cartela pentru o zi-one day travel card-care sa fie valabila pentru trei zone(1,2 si 3) care costa 6,5 lire si calatoresti distante ametitoare. Pentru o cartela valabila pentru toate cele 6 zone costul este de 7,5 lire. Cu aceste cartele se poate calatori doar cu trenul si metroul, nu si cu autobuzul. Cu suspendatele se poate achizitiona o alta cartela numita "oyster card'' care costa 10 lire si se poate folosi doar 9 calatorii. Dar totusi Londra si in opinia mea orice oras se vede si se experimenteaza la picior. Sigur ca ai nevoie si de transport dar frumusetea si particularitatea orasului le cunosti de la inaltimea pasului.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DF4eHJ4_i04HElFlYwSJOk66jjNPVUhUQgDeXHzEPMkCOddS8fhS-ec7UbSC6fBftmBwL_srXUC5om5QFEg1MKFDwM7EJcabqczLV2IiFfWDfJmF4komBMJe7jHsuq4ic0OB_6Hr-bw/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457625582788361570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DF4eHJ4_i04HElFlYwSJOk66jjNPVUhUQgDeXHzEPMkCOddS8fhS-ec7UbSC6fBftmBwL_srXUC5om5QFEg1MKFDwM7EJcabqczLV2IiFfWDfJmF4komBMJe7jHsuq4ic0OB_6Hr-bw/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" /></a> 4. MANCARE<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiew9zyQNrZcf2BT2WD0MvSkDRKJRofe2DQwmi4OQW89v5k1VcqyLsg77CBi-8_X9OGQimDEw6pt-vz3Jmo-FxE8TGQzaJAhOYSivnLjM1nfF_opeaC_UXyF6m_jgzhN8Ags7iS9vkeVA/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457625385759326898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiew9zyQNrZcf2BT2WD0MvSkDRKJRofe2DQwmi4OQW89v5k1VcqyLsg77CBi-8_X9OGQimDEw6pt-vz3Jmo-FxE8TGQzaJAhOYSivnLjM1nfF_opeaC_UXyF6m_jgzhN8Ags7iS9vkeVA/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" /></a><br />Londra este o miniatura a intregului glob pamantesc din punct de vedere culinar. Aici se intalnesc in armonie toate gusturile si celui mai mare gurmand. Eu am vrut sa experimentez bucataria asiatica. In restaurantul corean am comandat pentru prima data ''kimchi'', un aperitiv de 2 lire format din varza murata impreuna cu usturoi, ardei iute si alte condimente asiatice. Este foarte iute dar foarte buna. Mama a comandat o portie de pui cu ceapa cu orez in abur. (ei folosesc orezul pe post de paine si este un orez minunat) Iar eu am comandat o minunata supa coreana formata din muguri de soia (absolut mortali), fire de carne de vita si un ou intreg.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uCma71JxVoMpjAY-SSZ4g_tkxwquqXWbeL5hSmr_rh59z_i04EOjpSSvmx6MGmGbambjjX1pc_fBtKfBgRXLsMDR0rkuELNPE6Tgp0ARAH7s0P3kLUcQpsvBZFzQrSGeAP08IgPJXQw/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457625267933802786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uCma71JxVoMpjAY-SSZ4g_tkxwquqXWbeL5hSmr_rh59z_i04EOjpSSvmx6MGmGbambjjX1pc_fBtKfBgRXLsMDR0rkuELNPE6Tgp0ARAH7s0P3kLUcQpsvBZFzQrSGeAP08IgPJXQw/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9XpGuorm7Dve_cX8H39pe2KTZIWqlXirFoEzxz2I54oXxDV41egifOHINlZB-g4exf3OcwsdzO68zL4NwqYBIdZIXrXNBuHBthdZ-b8w5BLxaxeTgwTDUR-vttZhSfwdqsXUUAX5NLo/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457625157013751842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9XpGuorm7Dve_cX8H39pe2KTZIWqlXirFoEzxz2I54oXxDV41egifOHINlZB-g4exf3OcwsdzO68zL4NwqYBIdZIXrXNBuHBthdZ-b8w5BLxaxeTgwTDUR-vttZhSfwdqsXUUAX5NLo/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" /></a><br /><br />In cartierul chinezesc am ales sa experimentez pentru prima data celebra rata pekin, adica cea din imaginea alaturata.Minunata idee, dar in practica... Nu a fost chiar atat de rau, dar contine(rata) foarte multa grasime intre carne si piele, iar corpul meu nu tolereaza grasimea din mancare. Pentru aperitiv ne-am comandat o portie de pui de caracatite in sos thailandez si galuste dim sum cu creveti in foi de orez. Si deci eu am mancat carnea de rata (buna) si o portie de orez cu creveti.Rata a fost cam 7 lire si orezul 5 lire (dar era o portie pentru doua persoane)Am dorit mult sa incerc o specialitate si anume: limbi de rata. Dar ospatarul s-a uitat la mine si mi-a recomandat sa nu. Ca daca nu ai mai mancat asa ceva ti se poate parea un gust ciudat. Dar la urmatoarea excursie imi voi incerca norocul.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQw0Qql9wO-gytLSoCuWOFdQVkTT1AHSbvOUFj0Tq8BIVuoWLvZK8a1RQWY7aIPqMt36GYYMa2J_iP8N_WomtxesARUfVRMRgdxzbJOf8NewyMBWnQdWYUpUMXb2vDZsjdvbAaptDFAas/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457625053371508050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQw0Qql9wO-gytLSoCuWOFdQVkTT1AHSbvOUFj0Tq8BIVuoWLvZK8a1RQWY7aIPqMt36GYYMa2J_iP8N_WomtxesARUfVRMRgdxzbJOf8NewyMBWnQdWYUpUMXb2vDZsjdvbAaptDFAas/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Aici suntem la Westfield, la un restaurant vietnamez. M-a impresionat sistemul de servire. Deci stateai, comandai si apoi ti se dadea un aparat (ca un telefon) si te asezai la masa. Cand comanda era gata, acel aparat incepea sa vibreze si tu te duceai si iti ridicai tava cu mancare. Noi am comandat o salata de legume cu papaia, muguri de soia, alune, si o supa (desi eu am crezut ca vor fi taitei prajiti) cu taitei din orez si creveti. La acea supa se servea si un bol aditional in care se aflau frunze de busuioc si coriandru, plus muguri de soia si ardei iuti pentru a-ti asezona dupa gust mancarea.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYy35rDde7sFPZTMlvYDHWcDsqRuHnuIISl1i0eUR3qnFE0AfNYTcdPPOHzUIrZZPVVu-c51XkNPIpsHA34ebCQygT_xlgKglLfJm3seoRJmced1-CIhwrHvEnFhOYtDOf7nc6rfbR14/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624904734236418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYy35rDde7sFPZTMlvYDHWcDsqRuHnuIISl1i0eUR3qnFE0AfNYTcdPPOHzUIrZZPVVu-c51XkNPIpsHA34ebCQygT_xlgKglLfJm3seoRJmced1-CIhwrHvEnFhOYtDOf7nc6rfbR14/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Se putea lua masa si in aceast mod, numit popular si ''botu` calului'', in piata de la Covent Garden, unde o portie de paella spaniola costa 6 lire. Dar ti se servea intr-o farfurie din plastic si zgomotul si agitatia din jur mie, personal nu imi fac placere.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HREh7_miF_HPvRO_ArMeiL3WqDLDLqEHughmMfl0Q8guNFFb6fw7pIixO6KBAKiDAC4DnJlnKAboat3GMiqEubk4NwhldjkYWTaOXa71KABX7l3a9P-fpiqAzDxffflgxMuaQwNBqHM/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624790901520258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HREh7_miF_HPvRO_ArMeiL3WqDLDLqEHughmMfl0Q8guNFFb6fw7pIixO6KBAKiDAC4DnJlnKAboat3GMiqEubk4NwhldjkYWTaOXa71KABX7l3a9P-fpiqAzDxffflgxMuaQwNBqHM/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Pentru mine cea mai buna masa cred ca din toate timpurile si din toate culturile a fost la un mic restaurant thailandez. Acolo, intre ora 12 si 16 puteai comanda orice fel (doar unul) si costa 5.50 lire. Si mi-am comandat un fel de supa cu lapte de cocos, cu carne de vita si nelipsitul orez. Cuvintele pentru a descrie gustul pe care il avea acel fel de mancare nu s-au inventat. Era usor iute, usor dulce, usor sarat, avea tot ce trebuie. Nici acum nu imi revin...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOouyQyC4xLyOGBe6YxsZ6ydBSS55QRlis8xKjyofjO5h3ZdDze4snGfLEbrNGRi3g4_Qj2_YxZAgk3HDjLRR5JP3KVs8bCT0feaoGUSXL-sY91CxLzbaFfg_es5wogaQjl6Bihxx-o0/s1600/DSC03559.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624675970159698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOouyQyC4xLyOGBe6YxsZ6ydBSS55QRlis8xKjyofjO5h3ZdDze4snGfLEbrNGRi3g4_Qj2_YxZAgk3HDjLRR5JP3KVs8bCT0feaoGUSXL-sY91CxLzbaFfg_es5wogaQjl6Bihxx-o0/s400/DSC03559.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Aici este un concept foarte interesant, un restaurant japonez numit yo! sushi. Pe acea banda rulanta bucatarii pun castronele de diferite culori, care contin, evident diferite feluri de mancare. Fiecare culoare avea un anumit pret, cam 2 sau 3 lire fiecare. Depinde de tine cate castronele iti alegi, iar apoi vine ospatarul si iti numara pe culori castronasele si iti spune cat ai de platit. In masa sunt puse condimentele: ghimbir murat (extraordinar de bun), wassabi (mi-a parut rau ca am gustat asa, ''crud''), sos de soia. Aici am putut experimenta pentru prima data tempura de creveti (si acum ma gandesc la ea). Deci stateai pe scauna si asteptai sa vezi care fel de mancare iti face cu ochiul; apoi alegeai castronasul, mancai si apoi...alegeai altul.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGq4kX9dLugnqpWj6HFWU4RjF7ZK9OG3uNpzIT6PvgD8DEfTSSltgm6Xt1Co7BCMKzTcANUS8JnvMQUhO-UFSf74jISylokrr-rCdA3ESWpbIPc609_0m6ApM0jadjta_MFlnhVDqZUI/s1600/DSC03560.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624600704477378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGq4kX9dLugnqpWj6HFWU4RjF7ZK9OG3uNpzIT6PvgD8DEfTSSltgm6Xt1Co7BCMKzTcANUS8JnvMQUhO-UFSf74jISylokrr-rCdA3ESWpbIPc609_0m6ApM0jadjta_MFlnhVDqZUI/s400/DSC03560.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLkjS8zd80xoLr1Lw_Elp0FDKhwmeOfkgPZ1sSqeLd5vqZhcba_zc5OXLV_vkw50DwLZZEEOXKqx8jeaVJod8ATETX-Z_fwB0hvZvqG-AkPrGxhtbFZwHo0EPtfg4DeiH4bowZ_WL1ss/s1600/DSC03558.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624474675208578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLkjS8zd80xoLr1Lw_Elp0FDKhwmeOfkgPZ1sSqeLd5vqZhcba_zc5OXLV_vkw50DwLZZEEOXKqx8jeaVJod8ATETX-Z_fwB0hvZvqG-AkPrGxhtbFZwHo0EPtfg4DeiH4bowZ_WL1ss/s400/DSC03558.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaxdSVLpikhnexacczDpCCnXfykKpk69-HH4OSFpD_oKvvLyO9_O-cBsRsQwI7du4_n5TYhyphenhyphenXAQTrLhA8nDfBn6rH8zc3ZRpgo_vJRNgWB-3HRXaCt6G71kewKYtXaK1wUt9CH2avG_I/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623961975095314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaxdSVLpikhnexacczDpCCnXfykKpk69-HH4OSFpD_oKvvLyO9_O-cBsRsQwI7du4_n5TYhyphenhyphenXAQTrLhA8nDfBn6rH8zc3ZRpgo_vJRNgWB-3HRXaCt6G71kewKYtXaK1wUt9CH2avG_I/s400/DSC_0264.JPG" /></a> 5. SHOPPING<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh3L9Lw2E95P3zXZVPHG09hVZJ0Y97ar-Wri3CjVgLIUDKJlQTc0Z0ILRqNt0pi9NcfC3t5mIGxPFVO3OkUDVMM8twJ42IhH0l11ZDyyoufVgYPybRPknsrTp-ePbInCtCTfmwOcW1L0/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623800157037794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh3L9Lw2E95P3zXZVPHG09hVZJ0Y97ar-Wri3CjVgLIUDKJlQTc0Z0ILRqNt0pi9NcfC3t5mIGxPFVO3OkUDVMM8twJ42IhH0l11ZDyyoufVgYPybRPknsrTp-ePbInCtCTfmwOcW1L0/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" /></a><br />Daca sunteti amatori de shopping aici este locul in care va veti simti ''acasa''. Oriunde te uiti, oe orice strada din centru exista mii si mii de magazine cu tot ce iti poti imagina si mai mult decat atat. Sigur ca la un moment dat se cam repeta dar privelistea este o extraordinara. Se gasesc parfumuri, imbracaminte, incaltaminte, ceasuri, biju-uri la orice pret, depinde de buzunarul privitorului. Preturile nu iti provoaca o stare de ameteala asa cum ai crede, chiar si la marile firme. Adica iti poti cumpara lejer o geaca de blugi de la firma Mango cu aproximativ 30 de lire, pantaloni de la Gap cu 24 de lire, ceas swatch incepand de la 70 de lire. Zonele cele mai aglomerate in orice timp al zilei le-ai vizita sunt Oxford Street, Oxford Circus, Regent Street (dar nu recomand pentru ca nu prea sunt magazine, si cand am fost eu se si construia o cladire si privelistele erau cam limtate+ un zgomot de neuitat), Covent Garden cu piata sa unde se pot gasi o multitudine de obiecte mai mult sau mai putin nefolositoare la preturi foarte mici, desigur si calitatea va fi la fel. Se poate incerca si Bond Street si Old Bond Street, sunt la fel de interesante. Pe Oxford Street este gigantul magazin Selfridge, un mall de 5 etaje unde poti gasi tot ce iti sopteste inima. La parter, exact cum intri pe usa, te imbratiseaza un miros puternic de la toate firmele mari de parfumuri aflate acolo, apoi intri in lumea fardurilor unde poti beneficia de un machiaj din partea profesionistilor pe loc. La etaj se gasesc pantofii de firma (Gucci, Prada, Dolce) si moda pentru barbati, la subsol este zona electronicelor. Este un mall foarte comod din unct de vedere financiar, usor de gasit si foarte elegant. Acum sa trecem la categoria grea: Westfield. Personal nu am mai vazut asa ceva. Este un mall imens, cu 280 de magazine, 48 de restaurante, imposibil de cuprins intr-o zi, si nici a doua zi nu am reusit. Am stat o zi intreaga in acest complex opulent, care se poate compara si cu un muzeu. Aici se gasesc toate firmele importante de incaltaminte, imbracaminte, ceasuri, bijuterii, etc. Ca sa exemplific doar cateva: Mango, Gap, Timberland, Zara, Bershka, Pull and Bear, Burton, Cartier, Debenhams, Apple, etc. Este o experienta placuta sa faci cumparaturi dintr-un loc atat de select. Complexul este format din partea principala cu toate aceste firme, si partea mai speciala, numita "Village'', unde numarul de lire din potrofel trebuie sa depaseasca mult suta pentru a putea cumpara ceva, orice. Dar arhitectura din aceasta parte a mall-ului este superba.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33bNg9FF631YVX-IzfIMEw8mEZ1L2xv-RFKDQR8ikS6yB7DO16hywq8ib1nGh40xm9_4qKd5STKUeOU6ryt-8kNH5IwLQKPRw_oyyO1zeer_9N972xU2Y1BWGR_FsA5ifEhrmditjhCk/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623520911141090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33bNg9FF631YVX-IzfIMEw8mEZ1L2xv-RFKDQR8ikS6yB7DO16hywq8ib1nGh40xm9_4qKd5STKUeOU6ryt-8kNH5IwLQKPRw_oyyO1zeer_9N972xU2Y1BWGR_FsA5ifEhrmditjhCk/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAev7A-6Ye-VCxaqaA7MYb3MPJSn-ZGgbWRqvcgj-RCne3MXHC9SmlmCTlhHsTRN_Q8RvZvMCgKaq7cyigrrh0FOQJYiDQFqXt0WuzhQcnuk47ZCaJ2WrjfEmbM6qXW3322TPo-yExJU/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623396986118786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAev7A-6Ye-VCxaqaA7MYb3MPJSn-ZGgbWRqvcgj-RCne3MXHC9SmlmCTlhHsTRN_Q8RvZvMCgKaq7cyigrrh0FOQJYiDQFqXt0WuzhQcnuk47ZCaJ2WrjfEmbM6qXW3322TPo-yExJU/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgZDsrlcX2SNd4G-6CEzqdAqepLGfsfx9TwszYiD7cstMO61xOJJBOWrj8tXH6gcr2kn2nZXtzCR0rt96P7NAFbIdXAi8BFaEGrA5pe4bATRaEnIEcJd1-jBy-arLthVQb3ksZ7w3WwA/s1600/DSC_0394.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623314851729090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgZDsrlcX2SNd4G-6CEzqdAqepLGfsfx9TwszYiD7cstMO61xOJJBOWrj8tXH6gcr2kn2nZXtzCR0rt96P7NAFbIdXAi8BFaEGrA5pe4bATRaEnIEcJd1-jBy-arLthVQb3ksZ7w3WwA/s400/DSC_0394.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cel mai interesant magazin pe care il recomand, desi este foarte scump (o redingota costa 115 lire si am observat ca au o slabiciune pentru acest numar pentru ca aproximativ toate articolele costa 115 lire) este ''Desigual''. Sunt creatii cu adevarat unice, un material foarte bun si foarte moderne.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsinDK1dWonppkXMypk_IG1Id5FKLA0jiOSsansVQJB6d9O-YqVBHZ4Cm2CFXpU_KdtsbqtTZKcDqHiUuV1NF-3EZYW2TCGTEtRWF_Zp2Q3vgB0k0eCjGZ8YRPGM3uPf2ASOrsIGFUCE/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623076153056530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsinDK1dWonppkXMypk_IG1Id5FKLA0jiOSsansVQJB6d9O-YqVBHZ4Cm2CFXpU_KdtsbqtTZKcDqHiUuV1NF-3EZYW2TCGTEtRWF_Zp2Q3vgB0k0eCjGZ8YRPGM3uPf2ASOrsIGFUCE/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGI1ejL26yoajnSo7PEWiwSi726wIAZwFV7GKIUcD8-55aqrHZ9Jwg8mNpTpKkSjRSQHgCnrRxRw3yIYVLiFTeTLYSkHnR1Ag_vXLncuyFB_fycZs9PwhIvgzaCImgq4VqGb2FDxC1B04/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457622933206774754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGI1ejL26yoajnSo7PEWiwSi726wIAZwFV7GKIUcD8-55aqrHZ9Jwg8mNpTpKkSjRSQHgCnrRxRw3yIYVLiFTeTLYSkHnR1Ag_vXLncuyFB_fycZs9PwhIvgzaCImgq4VqGb2FDxC1B04/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Si terminam cu ''muzeul'' Harrods. Aici se gasesc firmele ce au exclusivitate, cum ar fi :Valentino, Galliano, Ralph Lauren, Chloe, etc. Opulenta s-a inventat aici. De curiozitate am vizitat si toaleta si nu mica mi-a fost mirarea sa observ ca pe o masuta se aflau sticle de parfum: Light Blue de la D&G, Paco Rabbane, Givanchy si altele. La poarta te intampina cativa oameni de ordine care nu permit intrarea in magazin decat a persoanelor elegant sau cel putin decent imbracate. Am dorit sa vedem celebrul inel al Dianei de logodna cu Dodi, dar din cauza marimii magazinului, a trebuit sa intrebam unde se afla holul principal. Tot o enigma a fost si usa de iesire. Magazinul este foarte mare si cuprinde zeci standuri, dar intre ele nu prea este loc de plimbari, si deci devine usor sufocant. Mie personal nu mi-a placut ideea de a combina vechea arta egipteana cu luxul si eleganta din secolul 21. Nu prea au legatura o rochie superba de Valentino cu imainea sfinxului, dar asta este doar o parere personala.<br /><br /><br />Sala cu diferite mancaruri este remarcabila: poti gasi aici orice , de la cele mai rafinate trufe de ciocolata pana la un frumos aranjament de pesti vii, cu stridii si caracatite. Si aici exista aceasi aglomeratie (noi am mers si vinerea seara) si spatiu mic pentru imensa marfa de lux.<br /><br /><br />Exista si un shop de suveniruri, extraordinar de scumpe (dupa parerea si buzunarul meu) : un tricou cu inscriptia Harrods este 25 lire, un breloc 7 lire, etc. Dar cu toate astea vizitarea magazinului Harrods este o experienta.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoZFrBkN55XEdE0sdidGBFmW6VDT-B-skdQcH1_vkCYArOLZ0cP5bhnk0U8hyUaC8ZrWf_9KZ9aSw87klRNgQwuB8zo5lDb0UyLW1A0f38pllFfYFrYepcUuHUmXRhU8FCNf7F67jyfc/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457622659628993922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoZFrBkN55XEdE0sdidGBFmW6VDT-B-skdQcH1_vkCYArOLZ0cP5bhnk0U8hyUaC8ZrWf_9KZ9aSw87klRNgQwuB8zo5lDb0UyLW1A0f38pllFfYFrYepcUuHUmXRhU8FCNf7F67jyfc/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alexandra Grigorescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466600364046557004noreply@blogger.com1