Hoy es tu cumpleaños

Y Facebook me recuerda que hoy es tu cumpleaños. Y te vuelvo a recordar. Y te vuelvo a pensar. Me acuerdo de cómo fue la felicitación que te hice el año pasado. De las cosas que me dijiste y de lo que esperaba. Y de ahí paso a recordar nuestros encuentros, los mensajes y la idea que yo tenía de ti. También lo que me hacías sentir o, más bien, cómo me hacías sentir. Hace justo un año yo estaba en una nube. Me encontraba con cosas y sentimientos que no había experimentado nunca. Me atrevía a pensar que las cosas para mí podían cambiar. Y que, al fin, podía haber encontrado a alguien que me quisiera un poco más. O, al menos, que me hiciera sentir especial. Era feliz. El mes de diciembre estuvo lleno de ilusiones y buenos momentos que contrastaron con el dolor y la angustia de enero. Intento recordarlo igual, pero no puedo. Creo que es verdad eso que dicen de que nuestro cerebro es tan sabio que borra los malos recuerdos para no hacernos más daño. Y aunque intente dar más protagonismo e importancia a lo malo, no puedo. Y sólo soy capaz de recordarte como algo bueno. ¡Qué tonta!

They stole my bike

The day was nice, sunny after a few weeks raining and with just a t-shirt on the street. Calm day at work with chocolates because of a college's birthday and a short shift. Cool! We went to celebrate the birthday with some beers and a little bit of chill out just with the sun and the summer back. A perfect Wednesday with friends and a good mood to go home for dinner and... who knows at nigh, maybe some party. But suddenly, it happened... 

I went to look for my bike and it dissapeared!! It was not there. In the same place I leave it every day. With the lock on the parking, as always. There were a lot of new and old bikes, but not mine. 'Maybe I left it in a different place and I'm confused' I tried to think. But not, I was completely sure it was there... Somebody stole it, we're in Amsterdam!

I was really angry since the moment I discovered it. Really mad. Even worse because I was with my friend and he tried to help me looking for it for nothing. I felt really stupid. How is it possible? Why my bike and not the rest? They were better. Who did it? And how? I totally don't understand.

I know it doesn't make sense to think about it again and again. It happens every day a hundred of times in the city. But I'm mad because this time was me. I was the stupid girl in Amsterdam going home by tram because the bike was with someone else... Writing to everybody to tell them what happened trying to find solace. And telling a lot of bad things about that miserable person who took my bike today and ruined completely my happy lovely day.

Horoscope

I like to read the horoscope. Sometimes I feel better thinking about the good things will come (because it always says good things) and I really need it. I need to feel it could be true.

But sometimes I do it just for fun. It's a good entertainment and, who knows, maybe it can be right. I have to say it has being right since a few weeks ago and I was really happy.

But I don't like at all when it makes me being excited about a really good prediction and I stay all the week waiting for that to happen. It really annoies me when I do really hope and wait for that special moment or event to happen and nothing happens. That's what have happened this time.

I know it's not the best way to wait for good things, they won't come to me just because someone says it's in my horoscope that week. I really have to look for them or fight for them. And, even in the last months I achived to change a little bit, I'm still just waiting for things without doing really nothing to get them. And it's not good.

But otherways, I'm a pure virgo, and now I'm on my moment. My birthday is just to come and I need to enjoy it...

My little plant

It was a present. In the opening day we had a shopping bag, candies and that lovely mini plant as a detail to remember the big party. I don't know which kind of plant it was, but it was so small that it was very cute. I've never been good taking care of plants or animals, so this time couldn't be different...

I only put some water a couple of times since I had it, I remember... But I didn't even know if it need it or not. Because I was pretty sure it was a cactus, although it didn't look like it at all. The case is that I never saw it like something alive and that was de problem. Suddenly, there was a day, in which I discovered it was dying... I couldn't do anything... And a few days later I had to throught it away... There weren't any more possibilities... It was covered of flies and moho. It was dead. My very first plant was dead after less than four months with me. And I have to say, I was a little bit sad. I really liked it. And I'm seriously thinking about replacing it now with a bigger one. Maybe it's time to try to take really care of 'someone'.

My high waist

I still remember the day I bought my really first high waist pants. It was just four years ago. They were a bargain I found in the last days of sales in MANGO. I paid only 10€. 

At the begining I wasn't very convinced to buy them because at that time no one was wearing them and they weren't trendy. I was shopping with my mum and she let me to try them on because she has always loved high waist (as all our mothers, I think) and I fall in love with them inmediately. They were so comfy, like you were wearing nothing and they fit me perfect. People used to look at me strange because I was the only one with high waist jeans at that time. But I felt that beautiful that I didn't care.

The truth is that I've used them only a couple of times, because even if it's true I like them very much, I always forget they are on my wardrobe. And I keep buying more and more while I have the best ones forgotten. 

I have high waist in black, yellow, white, a few jeans... But now it's time to squezze these ones and I have the intention of using them everyday!

The color is quite light, so I don't really like them for winter. I think the perfect time to use them is spring or autumn. And now that I'm living in Netherlands, also summer.  So... go for it!

Dutch summer

And now everybody is on the beach. The time when you only see pictures of relatives and friends enjoying the summer on Facebook has came. When I was in Spain it wasn't very important because, although you could envy them, at least you had the same good weather but in the city. But now it's really difficult for me not being sad thinking about that time while I'm suffering the dutch summer. The rain and the wind are the stars now and I start thinking it would be a hard winter for me...

My new Nike

It’s a long time I was thinking about stating writing a blog but I never did it because one or another excuse… But this is the moment! Welcome to Maresva’s world ;)

I really don’t know if it will be a fashion blog, an ego blog or what. But for the moment I just decided to start writing about my new shoes: Nike Air Max.

I never thought I would wear these kind of shoes for fashion, even for sports. Because they were very famous when a was a child and I didn’t even liked them then. But since last seasons all the fashion people, actresses, artists and bloggers started wearing them like if there were no other better shoes. They removed the high heels from their wardrobes and chosed the Nike and New Balance as the new stars shoes.

We all accepted this as good because there’s no doubt about how confortable they are. It’s like you’re wearing nothing and you can have them on all the day long without pain, smell or hurts.

The fashion get such a point than in the big cities where you used to see working girls with sneakers on the street just to go to the office where they quikly changed them for the heels, now they wear this shoes as if they were the most beautiful and fashion shoes ever. You can see them in a fancy dress with gorgeus accesories and make up and when you look at their feet you see the Nikes’. But this is fashion. One day they become trendy something that was a complete horror just a couple of months ago. And at the begining we all try to refuse the new ideas and we try to keep with what we are comfy, but finally we get the new tendency. There’s no other chance.

So, seeing this is a good tendency in fashion I decided to buy a pair of Nike. And althouth at the begining I saw them a little bit strange on me, I must say now I’m really happy with them. There are more than a thousand different colors to chose and, as I am not the most dared girl in the world I bouthg a white and blue pair which I can combine with everything. Because I see people wearing very crazy colour shoes and I really like them, but that’s very much for me for the moment. 

 

Yesterday I wore them for the first time I have to say they are amazing. Everybody asked me about my new shoes and they told me only good things about Nike. I must say I'm really really happy with them! :)

Se acaban las vacaciones

Hace un par de días que se acabaron las vacaciones. Mis días en España, disfrutando de la playa, el buen tiempo, el Sol, la buena comida, la familia. Dos semanas que me han hecho darme cuenta de cuánto hecho de menos mi país. 

Tengo fama de fría, de mujer sin sentimientos, que no sufre por casi nada ni extraña a los suyos. Pero esta vez he de decir que mi coraza se ha caído. He de admitir que la vuelta a Holanda ha sido dura. La depresión postvacacional la estoy sufriendo de manera intensa. Y es que es muy difícil aceptar de nuevo la lluvia, las nubes y el aire frío cuando se supone que estamos en verano. Es complicado aceptar que las noches de calor ya no están, que el brillo del Sol no es el mismo que el de hace una semana y que la comida de mamá no está esperando en la mesa de casa cada día.

Tengo que ser fuerte e intentar no fijarme en las caras bronceadas y llenas de felicidad de mis amigos en Facebook. Olvidar que ellos todavía disfrutan del Sol y el agobiante calor de julio y agosto. Y pensar que ir en bici cada día con casi 40º a la espalda no sería lo mismo. Tengo que buscar algo positivo en estos días en los que el verano dura solo una hora. Y durante las 23 restantes de cada día volvemos al otoño anticipado.

ÁMSTERDAM

Aquí estoy, en Ámsterdam, volviendo a escribir después de mucho tiempo. ¿Quién me iba a decir hace un año que este verano no lo iba a pasar en España…?

Hoy hace tres meses que me fui de Madrid (lo escribí el 30 de junio). Hace tres meses que comenzó mi aventura en Holanda. Aunque más que una aventura es, simplemente, una etapa. Una etapa nueva en mi vida con cambios importantes que necesitaba y que, por el momento, me hacen muy feliz.

En este tiempo he trabajado mucho. Y cuando digo mucho, es mucho. La inauguración de la primera tienda de Pull and Bear en la ciudad ha sido todo un éxito. Pero, por supuesto, no fruto de la casualidad, si no como recompensa a muchas, muchas horas invertidas en diseñar una de las tiendas más grandes e importantes de la marca a nivel mundial. Estoy orgullosa de decir que me encanta nuestra tienda. ¡Es enorme y preciosa!

Sé que el resto de la gente no ve en ella todo lo que yo puedo encontrar, ni valora cada detalle como cualquiera de los que vivimos allí podemos hacerlo. Pero estoy segura de que sin esas pequeñas maravillas cuidadas, la experiencia de nuestros clientes no sería la misma.

Por supuesto, no sólo de trabajar vive el hombre. Y la fiesta, salir y conocer la ciudad son puntos obligados en la agenda de todo español. Así que, aunque el esfuerzo desgasta y los largos paseos en bici también, siempre hay tiempo para momentos especiales que disfruto con algunos de los españoles que he encontrado en Ámsterdam.

Las cervezas en el bar de enfrente después de trabajar, las cenas en algunos de los sitios más destacados de la ciudad, los domingos en el parque como verdaderos holandeses aprovechando cada rayo de Sol, las visitas a antros con la auténtica esencia de la ciudad y las tardes-noches relajadas solo con amigos para charlar; son algunos de los momentos que hacen que este maldito tiempo de lluvias no pueda conmigo ;)