Me: One day I'll look back at this picture and say: Look, kids! This was on my 26th birthday!
Boyfriend: Why! And your kids will say "Mom, can't believe how slim you were!"
(ha-ha. I hate you.)
That's right. Last week it was my birthday. In all honesty, I wasn't expecting anything at all, given the fact that I've been far, far away from the people who actually care about me (most of them being in Mexico), and also being the new kid on the lab, the likelihood of someone knowing the date of my birthday (and doing something about it) is somewhere between improbable and impossible.
Surprisingly, it turned out to be one of the best birthdays I've had to date. Dear boyfriend and I decided to celebrate it in Berlin, because of what it represents to me: one of the biggest achievements of my life, the beginning of a new and exciting adventure, and a most needed reminder that I can do anything I set my mind to. I managed to come here through a incredibly intense process where I had to be smart, trust my abilities and play better than anyone else, and really put myself out there (you know, "Lose yourself" Eminem-style and all that); in the end, I nailed it. So, there's a nice background for celebration.
One of my labmates is the sweetest and kindest girl ever (a sort of Miwako from Parakiss), she coached me in the very beginning when I had no idea of how the work of the lab was done, and also helped me a lot to finally get a flat for myself. After stating my date of birth on the lease agreement for the flat, she realised it was that very same day (yes! Coincidentally, I finally got an apartment to rent as a birthday present), and in a matter of two hours, she managed to produce a birthday card signed by all the people in the lab and a piece of cake, which she left at my place for me to find:
|Isn't that lovely?|
We finished the night in a Shisha Bar in Friedrichshain (I forgot what the name was), where we relaxed alternating refreshing drinks with the smooth, watermelon-flavored smoke.
The next day, I also had lots of birthday messages on facebook, beating my personal mark on birthday wishes received so far. My family also sent good wishes via e-mail, since I cannot skype with them yet. Dear boyfriend and I went to a fancy salon to get much needed haircuts. The stylist who cut my hair (he was called Konstantinos, because you know, stylists can never have names like Chuck or Gabe) did it with german millimetric precision: countless iterations of measuring, trimming and texturing. The cut took over two hours to be finished, but the result was flawless. It is the same style as I had before (long with long layers), but improved to a whole new level, and it makes the colored bits in my hair stand out.
Since we were in the neighbourghood, we decided to try a highly unknown cuisine: Abkhazian. The restaurant was called "Bei Violetta", and I, being such a fan of Xavier Velasco's "Diablo Guardián", just knew it was meant to be. The food was really good and interesting; similar to greek food, but with an unfamiliar twist that makes it unique: walnut sauce, little sacs made of pasta-like cooked dough with a delicious meat filling, fresh mashed kidney beans salad with a touch of pomegranate. The Georgian wines (he had red, I had white) that accompanied the meal were superb. The company of the owner's son, who joined us after the meat for a chat, was delightful. He even spoke a few words of spanish (damn us and our non-existent german speaking skills).
[to be continued...]