(another 30 days) day 11

Vatican is a must.

See how bright the sky is? it's very hot, even hotter than my hot city, Jakarta. thing is, you must wear outfit the don't reveal your body too much, otherwise the security will kick you out of Vatican. so i must wear my Jeans, dammit.

 A random Piazza that we found on the way to find Piazza Navona

 Piazza Navona. 

 Trevi fountain. last year i threw a 1000 Rupiah into the fountain, Mia threw 500 Rupiah. i'm back in a year, so maybe she'll be back there in two years. i also threw Bona's coin here, in the hope she'll soon enough will be able to travel.

waiting for the bus that rarely comes. seriously, i always find Italy and Indonesia are the same. especially the people. they're not punctual, they'll be nice for you if you tip them, they'll look at you with 'a look' if you just looking in their stores without buying, they'll follow you around the store too if their items are expensive, and once you buy something from them, suddenly they became friendly. familiar?

(another 30 days) day 10

we almost missed the Plane. not bevcause we're late, but because of the stupid arrangement by ryan air. we arrived two hours before boarding (standart procedure), and when we got into the table, the lady said "you must get your visa approved in that booth" and the booth was full!! i mean, Ryanair has a lot of flight that day, and every one who wants to fly outside Spain by Ryanair must get thei visa approved in that booth. ONE BOOTH. for all flights. to make matters worse, there's this American Tourist that complained in that booth. and too him 45 minutes just to accept his complains denied. all other pessenger tried so hard to squeeze in their visa. we got our visa stampped 15 minutes before boarding. we ran to the table again to get a boarding pass and the lady said our luggage cannot go in, "you must take it upstairs with you and pay 50 Euro for each". FUCKER!

we ran upstairs to the x-ray, and guess what, we couldn't bring any liquid more than 100ml (yes i know that's regular procedure, originally those luggage supposed to be in the plane's baggage so it won't matter.) we must open our luggage, throw away all the liquids (soaps, etc) we didn't care about those at the time, we only want to catch the plane, otherwise we must wait a whole day and buy new tickets for tomorrow.

we got to the gate in time. got seat on the very back of the plane, even my father said "this is the first time i ride in my own plane (he's piloting a 737-800 NG also) and sit on the back. too much turbulence here."

anyways, we arrived in Rome. too tired even to find our hotel we had to walked couples of kilometers. when we arrived we just wanted to get a shower (we did all those chaotic stressing running under 40 degrees celsius weather). my dad got out to find some pizza and pasta and that's the rest of the story for today.

today sucks. bu we managed to get out of Spain just in the nick of time.

(another 30 days) day 9

my dad was too exited that we're staying in a backpacker hostel (the one Mia and I used when we were in Barcelona) and the bunk bed reminded him of the time when he was in Pilot Academy. yes, he had all the euphoria, the only thing he didn't do was to try to sleep on the upper bed. 

Placa Espana.

i remembered that i said to  my parents "we're going up on the hill, it's high but you got escalator" and they said "we must go there of course, it's not everyday we're in Barcelona." so we did. you guessed the rest of the story, the whining started all kinds of "it's too high" "are we there yet" "can we rest for a while" "we're too old for this" "you said there'll be escalators" "can we just go back to the city and shop instead" but they shut up as soon as the saw the view. 

 just for the sake of spain flag. one of my travel collection. 

we had late lunch in Las Rambla, the famous street in Barcelona. had paellas and i ordered Sangria that came in an aquarium size glass. only drank 3/4 of it because i don't wanna get drunk and pee all the way home. 

(another 30 days) day 8

 goodbye Berlin, Hello Barcelona. 

4 hours in a budget flight sure made me more faithful to God. 

we arrived in Barcelona in the afternoon, it's too late if we want to go to the city so we're just hanging around the Hostel. We're in Mediteran Europe in summer. it's 40 degrees outside!! God bless whoever invented Aircon.

(another 30 days) day 7

still have the goosebumps over this city. can't really imagine how it was when Uncle Adolf was alive. anyway, in the last two pictures, i witnessed and captured one thing Marco--a guy from Copenhagen that Mia and I met during our trip last year--said, "you'll see the difference right away between the East side and the West side" as you can see, the left one is the East side. the buildings are a bit out of style and the right one is the right side where it's more modern. i captured it while standing on the same spot. in Posdamer Platz. The pink pipe that runs above was the "wall" it was there to help the tourists to understand history.

(another 30 days) day 6

 schipol airport, budget flight waiting lounge.

 berlin schonefeld

 i'm so happy that my dad finally got to see Berlin. 

 last year i got my own picture here. but this year i got to shoot this pictures with my family. honestly it felt awesome.

(another 30 days) day 5

just hanging around Amsterdam for family gathering

(another 30 days) day 4

ikea trip. mom was witty. 

(another 30 days) day 3

volendam. it's known for many Indonesian tourists as a place where we can take pictures in Dutch traditional Costumes. we had 5 pictures already. no need to add more in the living room back at our house, so today we're just enjoying the street food. it's famous for it's fish. because Volendam is also Fisherman's Village.