I choose a cheap hotel in Utrecht, an unlikely place that I ever think I like to be, a youth hostel where you share your bed, with at least 16 people in the same room, share bathrooms, toilet and share the space.
When I first entered the reception, a room full packed with people sharing little living room and sharing TV. A line of computers in the table, where everybody glued their eyes to it. My first thought was I just made a big mistake. I shouldn't be here in the first place. Why am I doing this while I can afford to stay in a much more comfortable hotel where the I can have my bathtub and a nice quiet evening in the lobby ?
I clumsily take a seat in the sofa with everybody else, find a comfortable way to blended in, I saw a cute cat and I play with it. One guy said, we need a name for this cat, I said I call her 'nightmare' as soon as I'm imagining i will have a night mare not long after this experience in this hostel.
Nightmare is fun to be with, she or he play with me, scratching my face, licking my face and just fun being a cute cat.
A bunch of Japanese tourist came in, speak none of the english, and try to look their best. A bunch of another spanish came in, spread their winner energy from the world football champion lately, their heads up and speak proudly their language, presenting themselves as a champion.
Some guys playing nice music with drums and piano, very nice, I love them, atmosphere getting warmer and cool at the same time.
I begin to enjoy it.
Wine is being freely given to every one.
Night begin with a nice and cozy atmosphere where everybody enjoy themselves, with whatever they have.
I slept with another 15 people in the same room, mixed guys and girls, I can hear people snoring, this is a strange situation for me.
I hear, I listen, I observe, and I dont' mind.
I can sleep like a baby last night.
I wake up at 5, as usual, find my way down to take a shower and then breakfast. The owner of this hostel served me, she's a middle aged woman with big posture, speak good french, very nice, talkative and warm and generous. She gave me a bottle of red wine, she cooked pancake for me and a nice warm meat. We talked a bit, and she gave me the information where to go and see in Utrecht.
I enjoy very much the conversation, as she turns out to be very spiritual, creative and warm and generous person I've ever met.
The fact that she does this not for money, but because she likes to do this, it's very inspiring.
She shared some idea she had and she want to do. I did share mine too.
Alot of guitars in the wall, a big piano in the corner and a bunch of nice people.
The idea that I have very good life already, kicks in. What a blessing my life is.
I simply can choose what experiences I want to have, and I can just have it.
I enjoy the interaction with new environment and new situation and new people.
I have a very good job, a job that most of the people could probably only dreamed of. And I sometimes still complain about my life.
I choose to live in a luxury place to be for most of the people, and when somethings not going right, I was angry and dissapointed like hell. The fact that I can still have a choice to turn it around, I forget that almost.
Talking with these people, opening my eyes of how lucky I am to be in my position right now.
How blessed and beautiful the experiences I have until now.
I can see myself doing everything I want to be and be anything I want to be, without worrying too much about the money, the freedom is overwhelming.
Thanks everyone for sharing your little weekend with me, telling me something that I almost forget.
That I have a wonderful life already.
