D'ErasmuX @round America: Armin Only 2008 IMAGINE @ Jaarbeurs, Utrecht

OMG, OMG, the f*ing

Eurostar (old TrenOK) that I'd to take from Foligno, because just when I got the station of Perugia -at the end walking due to bus has come earlier than prefixed time and achieved at the same time as the bus- it was closing its doors. Thanks to my delay I went with one of the arabs of Human Beings. It had arrived half an hour later, so that I couldn't get neither subway either bus shuttle to Ciampino. So, the only solution was to get a taxi, it was 10:40, the flight departures was scheduled at 11:20. So I asked the prize, he said 30€ I said.. OMG, come on, or I do it or I don't go. Half an hour of stressing traffic lights and jams. At the end, at 11:30 we reached the airport, within 10 minitues that I had to board, also I'd have to pass the security control. For my luck there was no one and I pass it flying without stopping. Security metal control man was staring at me like.. what do you illegally have! I'd no time for explanations, I got the door and there were the two last people entering and the man checking passports joking like.. "por qué te extresas, no hay motivo.." And I.. no, nothing happens, the door should be closed, thanks to God I'm here "on time".
When I got to the airplane, a very brown nice air hostess gave me a warm welcome, so I sat in the first row, front of her. The thing was, I remembered her.. better, I knew her.. After talking a bit to her during the flight -n'tell me lucky me for not being charged 50€ I felt a bit better-, I finally knew she was on my first plane to Amsterdam in february, she was called Fabia. She was also with a very nice partner, called Valentina. She was from Rome and Fabianna, near Naples.. South girls r00lz. Ok, Valentina recommended me a nice place to go to eat in S.Lorenzo, a zone near Termini. At the end, I gav'em my blog but no photo was taken, like 4 years ago with Iberia's crew. For sure they'll know that it will appear on my blogsite. So that.. just 4 the pleasure of my eyes. She also gave me ryanair's magazine to take home. Very kind of her. I said goodbye.. A presto cara! ,)
At the exit there were a couple of italians with no idea of where to go, I met'em and one of them was also his 3rd or 4th time, but couldn't remember what he did. So.. obviously, not at the Airport, but yes in Holland, I know what he did lol.
At the end they were very kind, we got the bus to Tren Station, they gave me a toscan tipical product from the pig (kind of salchichon) and also Kit-Kat. I ate thanks to them. There were a group of girls paying me compliments in dutch, that at the end they summerize in English saying that I was nice. Of course after explainin'em how my trip was, my filosofy of travelling n'stuff. Italians n'me went together by train. They went to Amsterdam, me to Utrecht.
There was a market near the station that was closing when I arrived -about 5-. I ate something from Vietnam very nice with home made sauces and also some Japanese dried fruit type. As a dessert, I had a raspberry flavoured cream ice-cream. At 17:45 everything was closing. At 18:00 there was no shop opened and no one alived seemed. So I did the afterhours in a church sleeping behind a column, where mass started at 19:00 and I followed on till 20:00. With an eternal homily also I could sleep better. There was a drunk man, saying aloud to everybody his credences and ideologys, also when he went to have the communion and kept on saying dunnou what things to the priest. He was also doing weird noises during the eucaristy like snoring or stuff. A bit funny sometimes but.. not to do'em in a church. After that, I went for a walk. I saw two guys doing "botellon" on a park. But when I approached'em, I checked out what they were drinking, as I would do it too. Milk shakes, Dutch milk-shakes. It means chocolate custard to drink. I also went to Poema's, where Before the Energy took event two months ago and I was. There was a good alternative to Armin with Joel Mull, one of my favourite techno-minimal artists since I discovered his productions in an unofficial party @ Las Columnas of La Coruña's beach the Bonfire's day of last year.
I was 40 mins of the opening doors time queued in a nice row. There was a group of bald people beside me. They all had an air like Marco V. There were also signs and posters of "Ferry Only" that will take place in november. Shouts from a very far place from where I am started saying.."Armin, Armin...".
There were all kind of people at the entrance, wearing all kind of clothes, also a man with white hair -or wig- and moustache. It seemed like all TE people were inside the main room, my god, was crowded. What a business makes Armin with merch&dancing. Cups, 9€ T-Shirts 24€. Of course I got something, the cup, that's amazing.
He started with a cool warm up that I really enjoyed, with many kind of visuals and stuff. Some of'em, I'd never seen in my life. But after started him -with no cover-, my legs and my body couldn't stay standed so I went to sit on the wood picnic tables that were outside the main room for eatin'n'drinkin'. After a while, I realised there were Plamas TV's to keep on the show from the "outside" and also good speakers there, so I stayd for a while til'Armin tracks started to sound. When he played burned with desire, was the energy I needed for continuing the night and then I came back again to the main stage. I just heard italian words to the dutch people, my god, and they were talking in dutch obviously. There was also a very nice waiter that I fell in love with her serving smoothies, MG, so nice.. with a really sweety face.. OK stop . There was also an ultraprivat police dressed with jaquets very smarts with some kind of lines that made frightening anyone just watchin'em. There was also a guy with just a swimsuit and another one -from Madrid for sure- with a shirt, tipical trousers with belt and nauticos shoes. The end was also the best after Armin Productions, just amazing tunes, of course Touch Me. OMG, how much I could move on the dancefloor.
I got the train at about 8 in the morning I think and I arrived at the airport at 9. It was closed, there were only two spanish guys sat beside me in another bench. I was laughing of some things they were doing, like one saying to the other one was going to sleep in another bench having no care about anything. Till I could not be quiet more and I replyed something they said in spanish too and we started to talking. At the end, one of'em was a Tendancer, and both also with idea of music. We've been chatting for hours till we went to eat at the airport. I drunk cream milk that was in a jaar, for free to add with coffee as a master, I mean, all with this brown hard sugar that's cool. MG, what a nice meal I had, sweety sweety.
After that I went to sleep after the security control and woke up by an airport jingle, I saw beside a very famous spanish trance producer, he was Angel Acebron!! MG, It's been ages since I last saw him, we talk a bit about our lives and stuff. And also discusing about the event. I saw Fabianna from the window of the airport of Rome's flight. She was at the front door of the airplane so cute. When I got mine to Stockholm, there were only guys inside. No problem, I was going to Sweden, the kingdom of blondy swedishhhh gals LOL.

foto: Main Room. Armin at the end -bags under the eyes included-. Raspberry icecream. Armin's car LOL.

audio (18/4):
-pomeriggio in camera: Global DJ Broadcast 07-09-06 - Markus Schulz & Rank 1 Ibiza Summer Sessions.
-pomeriggio in facolta: Martin Garcia - Metro Dance (23-8-06).

food:
-from Vietnam: Pastei (vegetables with soja noodles) and Lampei (fried chicken in a different way) with Zoet (ketchup, vinegar..) and Heet (spicy one).
-from Holland: Wafel met poudersuiker (tipo Tortita con un caramelo o azucar acaramelada). Drinkyogurt lime&limon.

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