It’s been four days since my arrival in Maastricht, one of the old city in The Netherlands. I come all the way from Adonara by my self without any clue of how cruel the journey would be, but it was wonderful indeed.
The first impression of Maastricht is it’s cold spring season that kills me and caused me flu and the next impression is that this is a wonderful peaceful city where no body is in hurry, without traffic, without pollution, I can breath easily and walking along the city streets while listening to the birds sound, smelling the tulips and feeling the falling flowers.
The city is not like any other city in Indonesia where big supermarket stands tall covering the city landscape, this is a humble city where the old buildings and a small beautiful garden dominating the landscape besides the Maast River
