Last day.
Lasts days are always the hardest. Fei and I got up at 9 am to pack our last stuff, which didn't quite work because we were too lazy. We relaxed, played cards, did a weird photo session and had some breakfast (flavorless cereal for the last time, that was a relief). We met the others (Dario, Megan, Evelien) at 1.30 pm at the cemetery. We lunched at Lord Sandwich, a tiny sandwichbar in the Bournemouth Center. We went for a balloon ride afterwards, we had to because we call ourselves the ballooners. The view was amazing, really cold, but amazing. We went to the park afterwards and dreadlock guy from Spain and Paul played the guitar. We were all quite surprised that Paul could play, no one knew. Megan, Evelien, Fei and I needed to buy some gifts so we went to the giftshop next to Costa. We bought matching sweaters and I bought a present for my brother (which is really hard, to try to think as a guy... believe me I'm not good at it). For the last time we went to Costa to buy some coffee and to Tesco to buy some of our favorite snacks. As usual we met at the cemetery at 8.30 pm. It was an Italian celebration day according to the italian guys, we didn't do anything special for it though. My cheeks were hurting during that whole night because I laughed way too much (thanks Paul). Around 12 pm people were starting to leave so we had to say goodbye. Alina, Kate, Amy, Luca goodbye's are hard and hopefully I'll see you guys again. With the remaining group we walked to the Chicken Station. The italians were hungry (how can you ever eat at 0.30 am?). It was again cold but you'll get warm if you share a towel with someone while walking. In the chicken station there was a man with this great custom (it showed his butt). He had a nice butt. No, just joking. After the chicken station we walked towards our homes. We said goodbye to the last members of the ballooners group. Goodbye's feel so permanent and I didn't enjoyed that time at all. Fei and I slipped into our house not knowing we'd leave just a couple of minutes later to meet with Paul. We sat on the ground playing cards like homeless people while being accompanied by a black cat, they carry disaster with them which was actually true because leaving your friends and probably never see them again is similar to 'bad luck'. After the card games we went to a parking lot to watch the stars. Yes, we laid on a parking lot like every other person would do at 4 am. The hardest goodbye that evening had to be made and I struggled to keep myself together. I'd rather not call it goodbye because goodbye's are permanent. I don't want this to be permanent. Every time I look at the stars I'll remember this night. We look at the same constellation and that fact makes me feel close even though you're so far. Hopefully not a goodbye but a see you soon. Thank you all for these 2 incredible weeks. I won't forget.
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Today was a lazy day.
We went to Tesco to buy lunch and we had class afterwards. It was quite funny because we had to sing songs like: Row Row Row Your boat gently down the stream Merrily Merrily Merrily Life is but a dream Serena, Anna and I preformed 'Let it go' (yes the song used in Frozen), we are so mature. Today was my last lesson with Jan Mark, who said he'll remember me as the girl who didn't know the exact christmas date (it's all too confusion okay) and I'll remember him as the guy who looks at a frozen screen to seek the time. We, the dutchies, had dinner at Zizzi. Their pizza was like pure heaven. Fei and I shared because it was really big, which was quite clever because we'd have some space left for a well-deserved dessert. We stayed in town and waited for the others to come. Evelien and I were freezing so we bought some hot chocolate at the balloon-stand. The others ran late but that didn't matter because the night was lots of fun, like always. Because we were running into the end of our vacation Fei and I went to a little giftshop around the corner of our neighborhood. I bought a class Big Ben and a set of cards. We wandered around the shop for hours until we made the choice.
We bought some lunch again at Tesco's and the others went to the Mac as well (after the huge disappointment of the sandwich which I bought in London I didn't feel like trying it again). We had some time left so we just looked around the shops. Class was fun and Jan Mark and I had lots odd conversations. After school we went straight home for dinner which consisted of lasagne, lettuce, salad, carrots and some bread. We played some card games while listening to music before we went to the park again. One thing you'll learn during your stay in England: every evening you'll be cold. Even if you wear 2 sweaters and a jacket... you'll still be able to freeze to death. Apparently there was a fight in the park after we left, a guy who was walking in his undies started teasing people or something. I learned something today from Enrico. People who don't drink are boring. No exceptions. You can only talk after some beers, like he's so talk-able even when he had some drinks (please note: he absolutely wasn't). In the evening we went to the beach but it was raining again so we took the bus with Enrico who was kind of afraid of us facing the fact that he tried to have at least 3 meters between us. It was Bella and Ida their last day so we said goodbye to them, not knowing that we'd see them the next morning again. Drunk Russian guy tried to do hug us goodbye but I was afraid he'd fall or puke, well I actually don't like hugs that much, so we got subtilely rid of him. He wouldn't remember the next day. Hopefully. I promised myself to go for a run at least once during this vacation. And I can proudly say I did. Fei and I went for a run through the park nearby Megan and Evelien's host family. It felt great to finally run again. You can just forget everything and only focus on keep going forward, keep on running. We went for a long shower afterwards and met with Alina at 10.45 am to go shopping again. I didn't buy anything, I swear. We did try on some killer heels. Estelle and heels is a combination you'll not see often. I looked like a fool but we had fun! We went to the park to have some lunch and to Flirt afterwards for a smoothie. Our dinner consisted mostly of gravy. 'Would you like some gravy?' 'Yes a little please' *pours 5 liters of gravy on your plate* I swear, it went like that and Fei and I had silent laughs about it. Fei, Alina and I went to the the beach to watch the sunset but unfortunately the buildings where blocking the sun. We did went on the pier and watched the town and the waves. We took some pictures to be able to look back at them because the end of this wonderful 2 weeks where around the corner. Around 9 pm we went to the square where they were playing music to wait for the others. We sat in the park again and we met many new people for example Joris, a guy from Germany who can speak Dutch as well. The Harry Styles look-a-like almost set me on fire by dropping his sigaret on me. It was again a beautiful evening and I'll never forget these nights with these people. After a short period of sleep we awoke at 7.30 am to say our goodbyes to the family.
We had an enormous lack of sleep because of the evening in the park before. After hugging every member and thanking them for the wonderful time we went back to our room again. Sleeping wouldn't work anymore so I started to read my book. After a while we went back downstairs to have some breakfast and something magical had happened: there was ham in the fridge. We had to take our luck so we made toast with butter and ham. After a week you do miss meat, or a normal breakfast at least. Around 10 am we went to the center to do some window shopping. We had some coffee at Flirt afterwards and waited for Evelien and Megan. They didn't show so we went to Tesco, where we ran into them. We bought some lunch and did some more shopping afterwards. I bought new trousers at Primark because the host family mom was so generous to do our washing but she managed to make my pants even dirtier than they were before. Fei and I had to leave earlier because of our lessons which took place until 5.45 pm. The first lesson that day was straight hell. Ben wasn't in a good mood so we were expected to keep silence every second of the lesson. The following lesson with Bonnie was a bit better. Because the 'original' family had left to Italy their parents took their place. They were really friendly and the grandmother was exactly how grandparents are: trying to stuff you with all their food and always worrying if you haven't had enough. In the evening we went to the beach and we tried to find a good spot which was hard because of the rain (Go England! Finally showing your real face here). We finally found one underneath the oceanarium but we didn't stay for long and went back to the park again, it was turning into a hard habit to shake off. Today we changed shifts. This means that I'm now in the afternoon classes which is not pleasing because you are basically waiting for your lesson to start.
Alina, Fei and I went to Starbucks to get ready for school. The caramel macchiato was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Well, if you are mentally ready to pay almost 5 euros for a coffee... why did I do that again..? We met around 12 with Megan and Evelien to buy some lunch at Tesco's. Tesco's was officially our shop-to-go. Every Monday is test day (I had to remember that it was a good idea to follow class during my vacation... it might was not). I made it and passed it but I don't want to talk about it, mentally not ready for discussing tests in your vacation just yet... Because of the changes in the shifts our teacher Christopher changed as well and we got Ben instead. We played a 'guess the star' game, I was a famous english football player. Good job giving that to a girl from another country... I could have totally have guessed that... not. In the evening we played cards again with Marijke and we almost ran late at our meeting place (cemetery, 20.15) because we had to play our last games with Marijke, who was leaving to Italy the next morning. She didn't want to say goodbye and I have to be completely honest... it did get to me to let her go. We ran to the cemetery to meet our friends and we went to the park again. Fei and I stayed longer than we used to but this resulted positively. We had some funny discussions. Apparently Luca is extremely anti-gay. There were quotations like 'we have too many people so let's kill the gays because they cannot reproduce'. He also didn't see the use of adoption. I personally think that adoption is the best thing ever. You offer people who can't have a child a change of having one and you offer people who don't want one another change for a better life. A child should be priority and I think you'd help him/her more with placing him/her in a family where they will be beloved. Luca doesn't think so. We still love you Luca, even if you are being this straight-lined. We gathered at Kings 51 at 8 am and as usual Dario was running late. He made it just in time which turned out to be excellent 'cause he was well-known with the underground system in London. It was a terrible long ride to London, approximately 2h, but... it was the first ride I had in England where I didn't fear my life. Thank you bus-driver! When we arrived we were immediately released, so we walked to the Big Ben and the London Eye. And the first thing I have to say: there are so many people in London. I live nearby Amsterdam so believe me when I say I'm used to crowded places... but London is next-level crowdness. Everywhere you look are humans. So. Many. Humans. I respect the people who have to deal with it every day. I had the urge to push every tourist who was posing like a total fool in front of the Big Ben. One picture is enough, you'll never use 101 pictures of yourself with a big clock. It is a really nice clock though. We went to the nearest underground and took the first ride from Westminster Station to Tower Bridge Station. We walked over the Tower Bridge, which is basically a huge bridge. That sounds really odd, why would you want to visit a bridge? Well it's quite impressing. It's beautiful so immensely big. To seek the Buckingham Palace we took the first ride to the Green Park Station. We were quite hungry so we decided to search an affordable shop (something like MacDonalds/KFC/Subway). We walked for almost half an hour because there was no, literally no, shop to be found. There were only really expensive restaurants, even looking at it made my wallet scream. We were relieved when we finally saw the yellow M (I have never been so happy to see the MacDonalds). No wonder that it was crowded (yeah, again crowded) inside; it was the only place you could get food without being immediately broke. After a long queue (note: they are big on queueing in England... seriously) I could finally enjoy a sandwich. Well enjoying is a different case because it was kind of tasteless but that didn't matter. You enjoy almost every kind of food when you have walked half an hour to find some. After our quick break we went all the way back to the Buckingham Palace. We took some group photos and we had to return to catch our bus. Funny thing there. Before we went on our trip we got a paper which said we had to meet at the London Eye. So we did. We were waiting at the London Eye but no one was there. Some of us got called by one of the leaders, who was mad (obviously). They had decided to meet somewhere else, that's a good idea when you're with many students and you say it when there are busses and cars passing so half of the group can't hear you... We ran 1h late but they luckily waited for us so we could hop on the bus after a long journey. Everybody on the bus hated us (of course) but hey.. we weren't the ones who changed the meeting point. We were back in Bournemouth around 7 pm so Evelien, Megan, Fei, Ida, Bella and I went to a restaurant where I ate some pasta and american pancakes (seriously... they know how to do their pancakes. It was truly heaven). We went home at 10 pm, totally devastated from the trip. One day in London is definitely not enough. Because it was Saturday there were no lessons scheduled that day, Megan, Evelien, Fei and I went shopping (which is actually a bad idea when you consider the prices they use for clothing). You pay almost 35 euros for just one shirt, no not with diamonds or gold on it. Just a plain shirt. The only affordable place was Primark. Loaded with 4 new items and a crying wallet, we settled in Flirt, our favorite bar at the Triangle. I ordered a panini which costs around 8 pounds (roughly 12 euros) but it was extremely good. It's funny to see that I'm willing to pay 12 euros for food but not for a crop top (it's a tiny piece of fabric, why would you pay 12 euros for it?). I don't like crop tops in general by the way.
It was a big bite so we just sat down for a while before we went to the H&M to get in our bathing suits: we were planning on swimming in the sea with the whole group (eventually it was just Dario, Enrico, Kate, Megan, Evelien, Daño, Fei, the other weird Italian guy where no one knows the name of and me). I grabbed a way too expensive pullover to 'try on' and changed into my swimming clothes immediately. The pullover was 'only' 20 pounds, I didn't even think of trying it on. The water was the same temperature as we are used to in the Netherlands, a bit cold but still manageable. However the Italian boys had a hard time trying to get in the water, they are definitely not used to the cold. Especially Dario made a scene and it took him forever to get in, which was really funny. Megan unfortunately didn't join us for a swim but we played cards afterwards while sitting in the sun and listening to music. It does sound perfect, I do realize that, but it was perfect at that time :). Later that afternoon Luca, Amy, Bella, Maxime and Ida joined us as well. Unfortunately Fei and I had to go home for dinner not long after. The others joined us for the walk back because they had to go as well. On those moments you just really wish you were in a residence like Amy and Luca, they can choose whenever they want to go home or not. The disadvantages of being 16... you mostly don't bother them but on some occasions they really do hunt you. We went to the park around 9 while being a bit sunburned. Listening to music, chatting and just having fun like always. These days should go on forever. I'm not joking. You can get sunburned in England. Yes England, the country where it rains all day every day. (Please note the sarcasm) Thank you. After our morning class we got on a bus to the Isle of Purbeck to view the Old Harry Rocks. The bus was really cool because it had an open second floor. It's awesome to be above all the traffic and to have a good view. To get to the Isle of Purbeck we had to take the ferry, which takes a decade to go back and forth. We hiked ±2 km to the rocks where we posed for a group picture. The thing with group photos is that there is always one person who looks off. It's always the question whom you're going to sacrifice, it's often me. Some girls take posing way too serious and almost risk their lifes while standing on the cliffside with, of course, a duckface. It looks so awful. Some thought it was a good idea to wear a dress and evening shoes when you're going to hike to a cliff, great thinking guys. Walking with high heels is not one of my talents so I did respect those who were walking, well more like stumbling, on their heels over the rocks. The group leader gave us the choice to A) go back for a drink or B) hike further to the top of the Rocks to view Swange Bay. Fei, Alina, Paco, Spanish girl and I took option B and hiked to the top. You can drink anytime, anywhere but viewing Swange Bay is like an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The view was definitely worth it. We had only one hour to get to the top and back to the group so Paco thought it was a good idea to take a shortcut. Believe me... there is no shortcut. We walked through fields, wheat, bushes. We climbed over fences and crossed places we weren't allowed to cross. I'd be lying if I said it was no fun because it was. I like being lost and trying to find your way back with no GPS/WiFi or other devices whats however. We found our way back eventually after a long... long walk. The bus ride back was as every other ride in England: terrifying. Not only two little boys where screaming like they were being killed; the bus driver was planning on killing every bush he could find in his way. And again I feared my life. I didn't die but many branches did during that ride. After dinner we went to see the fireworks at the Bournemouth Pier. We sat on the beach while we watched the sky being lit up by many colors. We felt infinite at that time. We went to our usual spot, the park, later that evening. I had never been to KFC before this day. For the ones like me who were living under a rock for the past few decades: KFC is a fast food restaurant with lots of chicken. Shoutout to doing things with chicken I wasn't aware of. I decided to play it save and go for a chicken wrap. It turned out not to be entirely save because the sauce was quite spicy, I survived though. Do you know the feeling when you are absolutely filled up with food and you feel like a balloon? Well that's how I felt after our lunch, so we went to the park. There is a balloon in the middle of it which was great 'cause with that given we didn't look as fat as we felt (the balloon was slightly bigger than us, please check the picture). We napped in the sun and that felt way too good. Because we had nothing to do, besides feeling quite guilty for what we ate, we decided to play some mini golf. Real sporting to burn off that chicken-belly. Please not that Dario is a golfer so our faith was already chosen. I managed to get the ball in the ant pit in just 10 hits... I'm a true talent right!? Luckily I was not the only one who can't handle a stick with a tiny ball (I'm not fond of sports with tiny balls, they are just... so tiny). Enrico sucked just as hard as I did, which was a surprise if you think about the fact that almost every Italian inhabitant can play ALL ballgames. Seriously how do they do it? Do they get a special study on how to play ballgames or something? On our way back home we decided to walk through the cemetery. Dario was a pussy about it which was hilarious. Please keep in mind that it was still daytime so there was frankly nothing to be afraid off. When we reached the end of the cemetery we found out that the gate was closed so we had to climb over and again:... Dario was a pussy about it. He awkwardly climbed over the highest point of the fence, yes the highest point, while the others just hopped over the fence next to the gate. Italian people can't climb fences, finally we found something. Before and after dinner Fei, Marijke and I played some more card games, which you can almost call our ritual of the day. Around 20.30 we gathered at the cemetery again. This time we didn't went through. We went to the park to talk and have fun. Which always succeeded. Toast and jam.
That is were our breakfast mostly consisted of. If we were lucky we had some cereal, which was often tasteless. Note: Do not buy Frozen cereal. They do taste frozen, not in the cold way but in the 'you don't taste anything but a weird substance'-way. Our lessons started at 8.30 am. Fei, Alina and I walked to school and made it just in time. In class we listen to a song called 'Wheat Kings', we had to fill in the blanks. The lyrics was quite deep and beautiful. Wheat Kings Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weathervane Jesus In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face maybe It's someone standing in a killer's place twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new, besides no one's interested in something you didn't do Wheat kings an pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings There's a dream he dreams where the high school's dead and stark It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark Where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister Hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers Wheat kings and pretty things Wait and see what tomorrow brings Late breaking story on the CBC A nation whispers, 'We always knew that he'd go free' They add, 'You can't be fond of living in the past 'Cause if you are then there's no way that you're going to last' Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things Oh that's what tomorrow brings It's a song about a man who was send to prison for 20 years while being innocent. We met with Megan and Evelien at Flirt to have some lunch. They had to go to their lessons afterwards so Fei and I went to the beach. We almost were thrown to the ground because of the wind so we decided to walk around the park where we saw Alina, Dario and Enrico. We sat with them and they went to grab a ball, they succeeded and we played volleyball on the beach. The wind was still there so you can imagine how that goes. Five other Italian people joined us and we played an Italian game which was basically 7 times passing the ball and the 8th time smashing it to a person to get him/her out of the game. Time really flies when you're having fun, we had to go home for dinner so we did. Sandy feet cause real problems in a house where they have carpet everywhere. They also give you a pleasant feeling when you have to walk home for approximately 30 minutes... After our dinner which was less risky than the previous one we played some more card games with Marijke and Ege (a turkish student who's in England for 9 months). This night our ritual started: meeting at 8.15 pm. at the cemetery with our group (Dario, Enrico, Luca, Daño/Daniele, Fei, Evelien, Megan). We went to the beach and we almost froze, it was so cold! It was summer but it felt like the middle of winter. I really admire the girls who manage to walk around in a crop top in these weather conditions. Okay, some don't have the bodies for it and you'd rather cover them in whatever is nearby but they do survive extreme cold with almost no clothing whats however. If there is another ice time, these girls will definitely survive. Alina, Fei and I had some lunch at Gregg's after our class. Oh well Gregg's... why on earth would you name a coffee shop Gregg's? It sounds more like a take-a-way salad bar than a place to sell coffee and biscuits. When I walk around town and look at shop names, some artistic some just quite... not so artistic... I always wonder how people get their shop names. Does it just happen? Does it come to you, like a smack in the face? Or does some just don't care? We had nothing to do so we went to Kings 58 to play table tennis, which is actually an odd game. You just hit a way too small ball back and forth and it is quite hard to actually hit it the right way. If you stare at it for too long you swear it turns smaller every time. Or you just get bored, that could be it as well. Nevertheless, it was great fun and we met some people of the Kings' school. This includes a boy called Jeremie/Jeremy/Jeremé (or any other option to write this name). That boy has some serious tracking skills because the following days he always managed to find us, no matter where we were. Literally... always... He is from Marroco but he talked french, which is quite rare I think. Fairly everybody where he could talk french with was turned into his 'friend' (it was basically a one-way relationship, he thought he was your buddy while you... yeah you didn't think so). He also has a great ability to talk... and talk... and talk... which is not quite a bad thing, unless you are not feeling like listening and participating in a long-running conversation... then... good luck with him. After dinner Fei and I went to the park near Evelien and Megan's host family to play football (the game where you kick the ball with your feet, soccer/football... it's a bit confusion) with Dario, Enrico and Maxime (France). It was raining but we didn't mind, we as dutchies (dutch people) are used to it. Enrico did mind and the next day he had caught a cold. That's what you get from living in the sun. In the evening we went, like always, to the park. There were lots of students there and Kate had some lovely company. A 12-year-old looking boy tried to flirt with her and made some moves to kiss her. We laughed really hard because he was obviously drunk and he was kind of pathetic. Eventually Enrico got rid of the guy and he didn't bother us anymore during that night. Megan brought her box (a magical device where music gets produced) so we enjoyed our night under the stars with music while loudly talking. A perfect summer night, don't you think? It was quite amazing to see the differences between the students from all around the world. Morning breezes, birds chirping... alarm ringing. Okay, only an alarm ringing. We had to get up at 8 am to attend our first school day. School during your vacation. Vacation, noun, a deserved break after school NOT meant to be school. I asked myself what the hell I was thinking. We met at 9 with multiple staff leaders who send us down the road to a little church. There we handed in our ID and were we guided to a table, where other people were sitting. After a little welcome speech we had to make our 'big test' which determined your level of english. We also had to fill in a questionnaire and I absolutely love those (please note that this is absolutely not the case). They always ask you creative questions like 'what is your name and where do you live?'. Amazing right? We were forced to talk, seriously almost forced, to the students at our table. I awkwardly talked with an Italian guy in front of my called Dario, he was funny and we had a good laugh about a girl who answered 'Bournemouth' to the following question: 'What is the name of the country west to England?' Okay it's wrong to laugh at people but we couldn't help it. The boy next to me didn't seem really talk-able... so I left him alone. It was quite amazing to see the differences between the students from all around the world. From the way they dress to the way they talk, some look just so different than you. After the test we had to listen for 1,5h to a speech, a terribly long speech. Surprisingly no one had fallen asleep and after the 1,5h we were released to find some lunch. I paid way too much for a panini but it was great (it had to be because it almost cost 5 euros) . Around 2 pm were taken on a short tour to Bournemouth, nothing more then we already saw from the walk yesterday. To close the introduction we had some drinks and biscuits at a little 'bar' (it's hard to describe it that way because it was basically just a place to sit, nothing more) near the Lower Gardens. We decided to go to Tesco to buy some food in case of emergency. A elderly spanish woman joined us. Food is quite the same as in Holland, they do like to pack everything in way too much plastic (try to find a bag of chips without being split up in many other tiny bags, that's almost impossible). We had 1,5h left after our grocery shopping so we went to the park (near the balloon) to enjoy the weather. We had to be back at 5 pm to collect our results from the test earlier. Believe me, that it was not easy because there were students blocking the entire hall while being way too nervous for their results. When I finally managed to squeeze through I found out that I was in the black shift (1st week morning lessons) 7A (level 7, pre-advanced) in SPQ ( St. Peters Quarter, the new-build school in the town center). Unfortunately my travels companions (Fei, Megan, Evelien) where in different levels/shifts/schools. That turned out great afterwards. To celebrate our beginning of your school/vacation we went to Flirt, a tiny bar owned by two gay's. They have the most delicious smoothies you'll ever find. They are, as you may expect, quite expensive. It's exiting and perhaps adventures Day one: First time flying, first time in England, first time alone. A lot of firsts on one day. The best word to describe this all? Awkward. One hundred percent awkward. Coming out of your comfort zone and being literally dropped in a new environment is not to be called scary. It's exiting and perhaps adventures. So let me tell you about all this. The best moment to start; saying our goodbyes to our family and entering our airplane. Before you get on you'll have to show your ID to every person they can think of to make sure that you are you. I'm always wondering if someone will finally find out that I'm not Estelle Bouter but some kind of fugitive. Joking. You do get stared at like if you're carrying a bomb and about to kill every inhabitant of Amsterdam. Which is my plan actually. So when you finally passed every security level and you walked almost 5 km you can finally go to the shops. Yes! Tax free shopping! Now I can finally buy lots of stuff for a normal price! Well you'll get cheated on. The prices are just as high as in any other shop in your country. That was a bummer. After the huge shop disappointment we could finally enter our airplane. It was small and I wondered how people with claustrophobia'll ever survive it. The view from the airplane, when you're in the air and you feel like you are so big comparing to the small world, is truly moving though. You realize that you are so so so small which is quite disturbing and frighting. It was approximately an one hour flight. Why do the stewardesses even bother trying to sell some food and coffee. We won't starf during that one hour of our life... When we landed we were finally released from our small seats and we could finally wait (again waiting..yay) for our transfer. To get in an English car is really tempting and tricky. Their wheel is on the other side so we, of course, managed to make a fool of ourselves while trying to get in the car on the right side. English drivers. Oh god english drivers are frighting. Every second that you are in their car you'll think that you're going to die. Seriously. The host family welcomed us in a slightly British way; detached. Don't get me wrong; they were quite friendly and they offered to take us on a ride to see Bournemouth. Which we gladly attended, which was also a mistake because for the second time that day I thought I was going to die. I have to say that I've never feared my life so much before. Every car ride is better called a death ride. No surprise that you hear almost every second a sirene go off. We unpacked and went on a short walk with Marijke, the youngest daughter of the family, to see the shops that were around the corner. After that we went on our own walk to the town center. We went to the pier and walked across the gardens. Our feet started to hurt so we went back 'home' for dinner. Dinner consisted of corn. A lovely way to get each-other to know because eating corn is not only hard but also tricky; before you realize you're almost drowning your neighbor in corn-juice by taking a bite. We closed it off with a sweet treat: donuts! Before we went to bed we played card games with Marijke. She knew lots of games to play and they were fun and time-killing. We were devastated so we went to bed and slept tightly. Nervous? Not quite.
Excited? Hell yes. I've waited for this trip for several months and now the moment is finally near. Time to say goodbye to my comfort zone and to dive in the deep. This blog is created with the idea of remembering. Days pass on and you won't be able to remember your whole life, which is sad because you'll forget the good times eventually. To prevent myself from forgetting and to inspire others I started this blog and I hope my readers will support me in my journey throughout life. I'm not asking to like what I'm doing our to like me in general. I'm asking you to live your life the fullest, remember the good days and forget about the bad ones. Better said; learn from your bad days but never forget your good ones. Even though you don't know me and I don't know you; I want to wish you all the luck you can have and feel free to contact me any time. Lots of love, Estelle |
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