A lesson to learn

A lesson to learnHellllooooo….!!!!

Today finally I got chance to just letting my finger on top of the keyboard again. I had a busy months and there were two events that used all my energy. First, taking care of the hotel and transportation for the President of Republic of Indonesia visit to Stockholm and second was the ‘gamelan’ performance in Lund. Those events was just a week and half apart to each other.

The President’s visit was something completely new for me especially with the paperwork A lesson to learnand the formal preparation, but the other hand I got chance to prove my previous ability and skill regarding reservation hotel and cars, also some guiding around Stockholm. I was feeling excited when I knew that the hotel part was mine. Honestly speaking, sometimes I kind of missing the moments when I was still working in hospitality environment. Taking order and exchange stories with the customer, and how to deliver customer satisfaction. As I said, I had my chance last month.

A lesson to learnThe delegation was staying at Grand Hotel and preparation to have this visit was -again- something that I never knew before. I am gratefull to have a chance to be a insider and dealing with so many types of requests. From hotel rooms till office equipments were my responsibility and preparing the cars for the entire delegation was quite challenging. I felt good to have many occasion where I had discussion about hotel and all the information regarding service, it brings back my memory! Well, it was not only fun that I got during the visit but also some moments which help me to understand many of people character. Learning the value of hard work and A lesson to learndedication. There were a couple of disappointment but after all… I learned a lot about life in such a short time!!!!

Secondly was a performance in Lund,  it was a succee but preparation towards to event itself was quite challenging. I was not in my best condition but the thought to promote Indonesia in the South of Sweden was above the pain on my back. I was glad that I did my part well even there was nervousity before our performance begun. It was not easy at all because I was not only discussing with my A lesson to learnloved ones but also I have to convince myself that I will able to do that despite all the pain I had. Yet again, I am glad that I went there and played the ‘gamelan’ instrument and having fun, especially in the Happy Yellow Car.

How about the pain? Well, that will be my priority to fix.

Will I be able to play again? I hope so but the time will tell about it. If I am not able to play now, I am sure I’ll in the future.

I met so many new friends and able to deal with them in the best way and once again I A lesson to learncould say that it was another moment in life that I will remember for as long as I live. Those two moments shape me in many ways possible.

Note! The pictures I post might not taken from those two moments but those pictures describe what was my experience in the month of April and May 2013.

Stockholm, dym 11062013

About demaodyssey

A Balinese who is currently living in Stockholm, Sweden. I love to write almost about everything and it helps me to understand more about myself and life.I love traveling, where I can learn a lot about other cultures, I love reading where I can improve my languages skill and learn about others through their works, and photography is one of my passions where I learn to understand nature deeper. I am a dream catcher... and will always be! Thank you for stopping by and hope you enjoy to read my posts. Take care
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