When Reinout mentioned the upcoming GDC conference as a mean to an end to get a few days of holiday, it seemed like an excellent idea. Especially since it’s almost a year since our last holiday.
The departure was less than ideal though. Reinout had a lot to prepare and a new project that recently landed on my plate took up a lot of time until the wee hours of Friday morning. I was in bed late and up early, clocking up a mere 5 hours of sleep. Sebastian was pretty restless too so sleeping on the plane was out of the question. I crashed around 5 pm and woke up just after 1 am. Darkness was absolute, and I spent hours going through recent events in my head. It only made me feel more alianated and lonely. I wished I never came.
I remembered a half eaten chocolate bar still waiting to be consumed, and despite my diet decided to fuel my body with endorphines in a bid to put me out of my misery and get me back to sleep. It worked and I slept like a baby until 7 am.
I don’t think I could ever live in this country. I am as European as it gets and the US is in stark contrast to the understated, minimalistic, classical Europe. This is not said in a manner of disapproval or rejection. In fact there are many things I wouldn’t mind a European adoption of….like light icecreams and well stocked supermarkets. No, it’s more with a mix of bewilderment and fascination I continue to observe this fraction of the new world.
Everything comes in extra large and with multiple choices. “Madam, would you like that with fries, baked, roasted or shaved potatoes.” Some of the choices I have never heard of “hash brown anyone???”. In the end I downsize a Californian breakfast to a Continental one as it leaves me with less options. The lady on the other side of the line don’t understand my rationale and I don’t understand her accent. Since when did American become so hard to understand?
The gym is great, spacious with pleanty of equipment. I learn soon enough how to navigate the screen on the treadmill. I now have over 100 channels at my private disposal. Club Sportive take notes!!
I haven’t seen any women walking in high heels here, despite concrete slab pavements that don’t damage my Alaia patent leather shoes. Women are quite skinny here too, something you wouldn’t expect. I am on the larger side – believe it or not. Perhaps it’s the hills that keep them in shape. The wheels are turning in my head trying to figure out this city and its people….