Not just another Saturday

P.S. Turkish delights au fost delicioase, a meritat osteneala si toate gandurile egoiste in care eram doar eu si ele. [:en]This is a true and beautiful story, as I like to live. And I realize that living these experiments when I open to people, to the new.

What was promised to be an usual Saturday, proved to be a Saturday full of joy, good things and lessons.
It started as a normal day, work, things to do. In the evening I had no plan. Perhaps to watch a movie after I finish my things. To be honest, on such a cold weather at minus 11 degrees , I did not feel the need to go out.
It’s a real pleasure and joy for me, on this weather to stay inside, with a cup of hot tea and watch a movie. I had these images very clear in my head.
That was on Saturday, at 4pm, so to speak.
One thought was with the blanket, the other thought was hoping that me tea and movie would be served with some Turkish sweets wonders. Turkish delights that had been ordered months ago and who were always i my mind thinking how they will touch my tongue.
They were supposed to arrive exactly this Saturday sent by a friend of mine through a friend of his, who was visinting Bucharest for few days.
So at 4 o’clock my  two thoughts were at my blanket and Turkish sweets.

I establish with my Turkish friends to meet at 7 o’clock.

Here arrived the time to meet the friend of my friend. I dress like a flower in a dress …with flowers.
I had seen the morning before going out the door, the sun. But at this time I forgot, the sun can not only be misleading. To me it seemed like a spring. And therefore I dress appropriately. Dau to get outside. A frost cracked teeth in your mouth. But I go to the meeting. What I do for a sweet ?!

I see the friend’s friend at a cafe. It also came with a friend. Stam suffered a little, do not be Nesi, to take goodies and a mop as a thief. True, this thought had passed me by Capus. I Gadea that can change their mind and I no longer give delights sites.

Bneinteles my mind had taken the field. Good people have stretched me as I arrived.

As we have seen, I have and put in the bag. What do you want from me? When I know what I know. And I want.
We begin to tell as in Romania. Friends friends tells me that he feels cheated girls in Romania. I do not say the truth. I feel the bite cap. I want people seem excited, but I gadesc than the delights sites and aunt. True I had so much cold as I do not really burn socializing and we look forward to being just me and my bed.

We order one tea and slowly begin to relax and forget the goodies. I was pretty disappointed in me to be honest. Well forget so soon the delights sites. From tea, two boys and a story ??

After a while asks me what I’m doing later. I tell them I’m cold as hard as I too was deceived weather and I want to go home, Aunt.
They say too bad. We’re going to have dinner at some friends Portuguese.
I silently: “Dinner?” “Other people? And over and Portuguese? ”
They: “It is November 3, two friends of ours, all of Turkey, plus a Romanian. The Portuguese are friends Romance. ”
I loudly said: “I’m going.”
Me, this time, thinking: “You traitor. Auntie blanket is going to be disappointed. ”
All I all to yourself, “I let my aunt met. But Turks and Portuguese who knows when. ”
Also I just, thought: “Okay.”

You see, when you say “yes” to what you have to do something wholeheartedly. Do not go half measures, that nothing comes out. You need you to fuck agree with you.
In the next 15 minutes I meet with other two Turkish and Romanian.

I do not know their names. Cuostinta do a rush because rush. Called two taxis, face Romanian woman gave me the address and on. Portuguese before we get to the apartment we stop at a pharmacy. Among all 6. Two girls, 4 boys. Everyone in the pharmacy will stop and look at us. Boys ‘our’ scarves were hooded and because of the cold. I think I saved the guard with my dress with flowers. At least for that he deserved to endure zgribuleala.

We climb to the Portuguese. We present smiling to come to us. They kiss us. Cica so it bears on them. I am happy with these kisses and hugs. If so worn them, I can not wait to go to Portugal. True, I want some time to visit Lisbon.
I’ll tell you if they like really kissing or just wanted to taste cheek novel / Turkish.

They temporarily moved a Portuguese family in Romania. Specifically husband had come with the service here. His wife and two children, had come to spend the holidays with him.
Very hospitable, open, smiling. I felt like I had come to visit nations.
I entered the dining room, I met, I spent a bit of it.
During this time I was just thinking: a few hours ago I had a plan, now something else happens and I am happy that it is so. I love meeting new people, beautiful.
I spent hours telling stories, eating, listening to music, looking at videos on Portugal. After watching them I want even more to visit this country.
The food was all cooked Portuguese. The appetizer, a kind of cheese resembling the bellows to us, just as it was creamy and less perfume. Delicious!
Then with all my wonders code in it, in the oven. Served with salad. It looks like a gratin dish. As they ate, they told me the recipe, but I remember only the way over, I was concerned to enjoy the rest of cranes. Great! And it was not just my reaction, and I looked at the others: Enjoy as much as I do it. Even one of us said, “your food makes me happy.”

For dessert I had a kind of rice pudding for us, but it was done in the oven. Very good and it.
As I was drinking vodka with strawberry juice. Sweet and alcohol. Perfect!
Portuguese family begins to tell us that they like to have guests in the house, where they feel confortabil.Sa cook and eat together. Unlike the Romans, who like to go out and keep house as an intimate space.
Now I say, depends novel. There are many, especially outside the capital and inviting home. But here in Bucharest, yes, most go out. Simply feel the need to see something other than the office and home.
We were watching movies about their country and proudly watched them tell about Portugal, not seen as living in another country. what they miss and can not wait to return.

I find it nice to see others as fondly recount their country. And we should do the same. We have plenty of pride. Maybe we’ll understand this?
Until when will we understand how it works, consider the example of others. Maybe learn something.
After several hours of quality time spent is time to say goodbye to our hosts and we thank them for their hospitality.
For me it was a pleasure to meet so many beautiful people in one evening. We called it “night surprise” and I realize that it happened because I listened, I felt it right to deceive the Auntie plapumioara Turkey + Portuguese, because I left taken by wave, I was “flexible” as they say and I really wanted to keep my “plan” mine.
To me, as many such evenings surprise, you’re welcome!

P.S. Turkish delights were delicious, and all thoughts of selfish worthwhile in that it was just me and them.[:]