Deen Haag

Why I was tired yesterday:

According to mr Van Pelt, this is the biggest group of nerds in the area. I liked them :)

Most. Awesome. Present. Ever. 

Timo has cool friends. 

And the book? Completely empty, of course:D

After spending the whole day yesterday doing practically nothing, apart from taking a look in the very nice Plaswijk Park behind the house,

Canal between back yard and park. 

Big bird!

I thought I was hallusinating! Black swan!

Beautiful!!

Artsy photo. Mind trick :)

we had a lovely dinner with homemade ravioli (YUM), and watched "The imaginarium of doctor Parnassus", a sick, psychedelic movie that none of us understood. 

Well, on the good side I has both Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp, Jude Law and Colin Farrel playing the same person's different faces, but that was it. 

I was completely knocked out the whole day yesterday, so it was good to go to bed. 

Today me and Timo went to Den Haag. Oh joy!

Future hometown. 

Holland is so small, so it took us half an hour to get there by metro. 

First, we went to Madurodam, a miniature outdoor museum with all the important building of the country. If I had just gone there first, there would be no need to visit the actual places, because these are perfect copies. 

Oh yeah, Dutch style

St. John's Basilica in Hertogenbosch

Godzilla gardeners

Amazing

Binnenhof, Den Haag. The Parliament buildings

Miniature Holland

Dutch farm

COOL! Doesn't that look real??

Schiphol, the biggest airport I've ever been too. About 5 meters long. 

Impressive. Look at the trees! About 50 cm tall

Pop concert

The Euromast we visited on Saturday!

It was beautiful, even though the weather was a bit chilly. 

Riding my shoe.

After some hours there, we went to the city center to see Binnenhof, the very beautiful Dutch parliament. 

Binnenhof

In Den Haag you can feel the political importance buzzing in the air. 

Shining, expensive black cars and men in suits everywhere. 

Commercials for the Ministery of Defense. Never seen that before

Tweede Kamer der Staten-Generaal, the place where it really happens in Dutch politics. Feeling important

We got a quick look inside before we saw that it was not allowed. Wooh, still feeling important

Important place! 

We were planning on going to the Escher museum, but unfortunately none of us even thought of checking if it was open, and of course it is closed on Mondays. 

Typical me, Monday is often the museum-free day. 

I don't know why I didn't think of that before. 

Maybe because I didn't realise it was Monday. 

My understanding of time is slowly crumbling away in this everlasting holiday. 

Aaaw, Estonian Embassy! 

We love Estonia. Because that's where we met, and it was GREAT. 

We almost rang the bell just to say "Tere tulemast" or "terviseks".

We drowned our sorrows in respectively café mocca and hot chocolate, and went to

Vredespaleis, the Peace Palace.

The World Peace Flame. 

Accompanied by my most fake smile. 

Goosebumps

My Mekka!

I hope I'll be there again. I hope. 

I won't give in until I get there. Aaaaah

Respect.

GHADAFFI, see and learn. Asshole. 

Suddenly I got overjoyed and hyperactive and had goosebumps all over. 

FUTURE JOB, yes please. 

My ambitions are not low, to be exact, but I don't care. 

The building is so beautiful. I want an office in the top tower. WOOHOOO. 

Julie on a peace monument in front of the Peace Palace. I enjoyed every second. 

That made my week. 

I was soaring some cm above the ground on the way back to the station. 

Oh, so it wasn't only in my head? 

Everything can happen in Holland

Fancy shopping street(?)

Lovely day indeed. Even without the Escher museum. 

The not so good part (yes, today there actually is a bad part, surprisingly) is that I got a message from Sicily. 

On Saturday when we were in the club, we got the news about the United Nations going to war against Ghaddafi. Difficult matter, but all in all I think it was good. 

I read yesterday that Norwegian and Danish armies outplaced F-16s in Sicily's military bases.

I didn't like it, but undersood the logic, with Sicily being the land in Europe nearest Libya. 

Now I was told that Trápani airport, where my plane is supposed to land in six days, is closed for all civilian traffic for a week. 

The Devil in Libya is threatening to attack bella Sicilia, and is at the moment the person I wish all bad in this life. 

Ryanair.com says the traffic is moved to Palermo, and that it will go as normal, so I'll just have to email them to be sure. 

Is this the third world war? 

May Muammar Ghaddafi and all evil, powersick people burn in the flames of regret in the Basement. 

Or be placed in Antarctis without shoes, but with full polar equipment, and be forced to walk into eternity with "neglesprett" - frozen nails. 

Oh, just to add some goodness to the day again:

Mr Van Pelt plays cello. 

Lovely!

And I got to try. 

Result: Daaaaad, can I have one? Pretty pretty please?

Beautiful instrument.

I would love to tie Ghaddafi to a chair and play Beethoven's symphoni no. 5 for him on cello – no, worse, VIOLIN – every single day until I knew it perfectly. And then continue for a year. 
He would like it.