In Sweden
I'm in Sweden right now visiting Marti, et al. and it's so great to be here. It's also so great that I get two weeks off in February and then two weeks off in April, because you know, my job is so hard and all. But not really.
I got here on Saturday, after fighting through the entire UK population in the Lyon airport to get on my plane, stopping over in Amsterdam. No problems there. The problem, if you want to venture to call it that, was that I pretty much didn't tell anyone that I was going through Amsterdam. I got off the plane and turned on my phone to see if it would work (and it does!) to find a text from my mom saying that Wes was coming to pick my up from the airport. I was kind of weirded out because first of all, why was she telling me that because how did she know and why was she involved? I guess people (in the general sense) tried to look up my flight to make sure it was on time or something and then there was a mini freak when there wasn't a flight from France at the time I told them and all that. Lesson: tell at least one person where I'm going to be when I'm going to be there. I'm all for independence but not when people have to call around to hunt me down.
So yesterday we went to a part of the lake that is frozen over so that Ella could try out ice skating (which so far she doesn't seem to like) so we ended up walking around this walking path (also on the frozen lake). It was nice, but definitely weird to be doing something outside because there is a foot of snow on the ground and it was below freezing. Definitely not something that a person would do in the States. (and we weren't the only ones, there were quite a few people there.)
Today Ella went to school, and Marti, Liam and I walked into town for a while, it really didn't even feel miserably cold, kind of surprising. It is a really pretty day though, because the sun is out.
I'm trying to think if anything monumental happened since my last entry in France. I don't really think so, everything there was going really well. Except I haven't gotten paid for afterschool english lessons since the end of November. I guess I should really look into that, because I'm not sure I'm willing to just put that on my resume as volunteer work. It takes too much out of me for that.
More to come, because they have internet here so I won't have to go hunting down a computer in the Australian bar, like I normally have to do during breaks.
I got here on Saturday, after fighting through the entire UK population in the Lyon airport to get on my plane, stopping over in Amsterdam. No problems there. The problem, if you want to venture to call it that, was that I pretty much didn't tell anyone that I was going through Amsterdam. I got off the plane and turned on my phone to see if it would work (and it does!) to find a text from my mom saying that Wes was coming to pick my up from the airport. I was kind of weirded out because first of all, why was she telling me that because how did she know and why was she involved? I guess people (in the general sense) tried to look up my flight to make sure it was on time or something and then there was a mini freak when there wasn't a flight from France at the time I told them and all that. Lesson: tell at least one person where I'm going to be when I'm going to be there. I'm all for independence but not when people have to call around to hunt me down.
So yesterday we went to a part of the lake that is frozen over so that Ella could try out ice skating (which so far she doesn't seem to like) so we ended up walking around this walking path (also on the frozen lake). It was nice, but definitely weird to be doing something outside because there is a foot of snow on the ground and it was below freezing. Definitely not something that a person would do in the States. (and we weren't the only ones, there were quite a few people there.)
Today Ella went to school, and Marti, Liam and I walked into town for a while, it really didn't even feel miserably cold, kind of surprising. It is a really pretty day though, because the sun is out.
I'm trying to think if anything monumental happened since my last entry in France. I don't really think so, everything there was going really well. Except I haven't gotten paid for afterschool english lessons since the end of November. I guess I should really look into that, because I'm not sure I'm willing to just put that on my resume as volunteer work. It takes too much out of me for that.
More to come, because they have internet here so I won't have to go hunting down a computer in the Australian bar, like I normally have to do during breaks.
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