Being lazy and counting the days

My this weeks has been one of the hardest ones so far. I miss home so much and I could have never imagined it to be this difficult. I am counting the days 'til I come home.
Until then I have a pretty busy timetable for my free days and a lot of things to do- G will come here, trip to Ireland, escortings on Royal Ascot and Glastonbury etc.
This week was really hard also because I had some trouble with one of the residents. I didn't do anything wrong so everything is solved now, but it still affected me.
My Friday evening was pretty good and spontaneous- I went to Zumba class and saw the girl that I had met earlier in the class and she introduced me to some local people and we went out to a pub straight after our class ended. It was really nice- I went to a local pub for the first time and hopefully will go again today. It's nice to get to know local people- I have the feeling that from now on my life in here will be more interesting and I will have the chance to go out more often. Which is really nice.
My weekend has been very lazy so far- I planned to cycle to Weston and back but it didn't work out as the weather is quite cold and it looks like it's going to rain any minute. So it's better not to take the risk. So... I have written some letters, skype'd with people, wathed TV and just slept. I haven't had this lazy time for ages now so it's really good. I've also planned my Irish trip with Marwan. If everything will go well, we'll go hiking. But we'll see.
Anyway.
I'm still counting the days for my Estonian trip. I really want to see my friends and family and work again. I really really need to see them. And enjoy some good warm weather as well.

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Irritation

That's exactly how I feel right now. Despite the fact I had a lovely weekend. Despite the fact I'm tired. Even though I take everything that could bring be down into account, I'm still irritated.
The reason for that was today.
The morning started off and then I went to ask one of the workers in here (who I have to ask usually) if G can come for a visit the next weekend. Well, in the beginning this person assumed that it was a "she" because I didn't tell the name. Then I told that a person visiting me was a "he" and then I received a question whether G will be sleeping in my room. I told that of course- he's my visitor and I have the only spare bed in my room anyway. Then the person had a bit of a laughy look that was obviously all about "I know what you're gonna do there" and "This place is not for such things as well". I mean, what's the difference what gender my visitors will be?! I have the spare bed and we're allowed to have visitors! This attitude or the expression the person had, made me really angry for almost the whole day. I mean, am I supposed to have only female friends? Or am I allowed to have only female visitors in here? Where should I see my friends then if I can't do it here? Or if I will receive such expressions. And besides, it's still my personal life and such weird expressions aren't very professional and appropriate.
And I mean- G won't disturb anyone in here. He's not allowed to go anywhere else than just our flat area. And it's our flat area! Aren't we then allowed to be visited by our male friends? Do we have to sort our visitors? (I mean health and safety comes first, but still- we are also living in here).

Then also. Today some firemen were supposed to come and have a look around in the building and we were told 1,5 hrs earlier that they will come to our flat area as well. I didn't mind as I though I will not be there anyway. But I just got back from my step lesson and had a shower and then I was warned not to come out of the shower room because there were loads of men walking around in our corridors. It was nice to be warned. But when they started going away, I was told that too. Nice thing that I was told but then the firemen started making weird comments through the door and made jokes like I will open the door now and pushed down the handle. Very proffessional. And it's our home!
We basically are supposed to have privacy but sometimes our co-workers knock on our doors if they need us or something like that. I mean in most cases it's really friendly, but it feels like everybody can walk around in our apartement all the time. Although they don't do it, our home doesn't feel like home. And well. To just go to internet, it's better to look more official and not to come downstairs with pyjamas on. Well, we can, but it's not professional.
So we can relax only when we are in our rooms where there isn't always very much to do as there's no internet and I don't watch TV.
I don't feel so much in home in here.
All our life and things we do are controlled by rules. I can't even burn a bloody candle in my room. I can't use the water from the pipes because its not very healthy but I have to go downstairs to get water to drink. And for this I have to dress up.
I guess I'm just too tired. Tomorrow will be a better day. I hope.
Just never mind.
The project is brilliant and the place is nice and the people in here are giving their best for us to have a nice time in here.

But it's still very strict.
And our managers are really strict. I kind of fear them even. I fear that I make some mistakes and will be treated as a naughty child.
I really miss my Estonian co-workers. They were a lot more supportive and friendly. (Most of the staff is very friendly in here, but it's just some people). The fear of being judged all the time in here is really keeping me back. Some encouraging words from our managers would be really nice (I know that their job is hard and they have to be very strict, but we're still overseas volunteers who live here- they get to go home, we don't!).

Enough. I'm tired.

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I definetely attract weird people.

Time to continue the posts about my travels around in the country that's full of surprises.
This time I went to Birmingham. I can say that a lot of interesting things happened, met loads of cool and also creepy people. Had a great time.
But to start off.
I planned to cycle to Weston on Friday to catch a bus to Bristol where I wanted to change the coach to Birmingham. Well, I got a lift to Weston and then discovered that a single ticket to Bristol is 6 pounds. Hmmm. The daily ticket is 7. Blimey.
Anyway I got to Birmingham at 10 and Teele came to the coach station the greet me. We then went to her place, dropped my stuff there and headed to a pub around the corner. We spent some time discussing about the british girls and their awful dressing style and then went to get another beers. Suddenly a guy next to me started talking to me. He was a personal trainer and I don't remember why but at one moment he started telling me he was mad because he had epilepsy. Well... I told him of course that he's not. Then we continued talking and the guy started to make compliments to me and asked me to kiss him etc. I refused. Teele was at the same time talking to the guy's friend who was very cute and friendly. When the pub was closed we all went out together. The guy had 2 other friends also and the situation seemed a bit creepy to me. The guys were pretty drunk and this new friend of mine continued snogging me even though I told him off in a very firm way. Anyway. When I walked a bit further from him he put his hands into his pants, stood for some seconds, took the hands out and walked on. That was the point where I decided the guy was a bit mad. He started to act weird and I couldn't get rid of him. Finally me and Teele managed to get away and went to her place to have some sleep.
The following day we went to the central of Birmingham to see the big and famous shopping centre. We also went to the market, where they sold almost everything. And for very cheap prizes. I got myself a hikers' style backpack for 10 pounds. And earrings for 1 pound. I really loved the place. After a little bit of walking around we headed back to Teele's place where she cooked pasta with spinach - oh that's definetely going to be now in my cooking list! It was really good and simple to do.
Teele was invited (and asked to take me with her as well) in the evening to a birthday party of one estonian guy living in Birmingham. So we went there. It was so great! I saw about 9 other Estonians alltogether, no other nationalities were represented! We had a barbecue, which means meat! Normal grilled meat! Estonian way! And then we also had pickled cucumbers and sour cream and salad and potatoes and russian vodka. It was so great! I really loved to food. It was weird to hear everybody speaking only Estonian in UK. Like a small Estonian community. I was so happy on that evening. Although most of the people seemed to have a mild accent already in their language, it was so cool. But the not so cool thing was that I discovered, that I'm thinking in English. When people apologised when they nudged me by mistake or something else (everybody apologize for everything in here) then I answered in English. Automatically. And when I woke up the following morning I asked Teele the first thing "What's the time?" in English and I also talked during the sleep in English.... Anyway. Back to the topic. I had probably one of the loveliest evenings in Britain so far on that evening.
Later at night we planned to go with Teele to a gay-club because we were told it's very nice and interesting to be there and Ott also joined us (he's a guy from my parallel-class who also lives in here now). But there were almost no people in the place so we just went to the same pub that we had been to the previous day.
And then we went back to Teele's place and went to sleep. In the morning we walked past some canals (some of them are built into the air above the road) and Teele and Ott sent me back to the coach station from where I went back to Bristol and then to Weston from where I cycled home.
It was a great weekend. I really enjoyed it!

Oh and my week was also very busy. I went escorting on a wheelyboat on Bristol canals and the following evening went to horseracing. The first one was wet and cold but the second one I loved. It was in the proper countryside and reminded me of Estonian open-air markets that are held during the summer for couple of days in different places. It was a bit homey.
And... I played some guitar with the residents as well. So... It's been a busy week. And lovely.

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Couchsurfing, the most touristic tourist, the tube, cycling, museums, cuban pub = London

I'm finally back from my first trip to London and can say that it was a brilliant trip.

So I'll start off from Thursday when my trip began.
I got a lift from Axbridge to Bristol with a friend of mine who I met in the leisure center. She took me straight to the bus stop in Bristol. What else can you want? Then I had a long journey (2,5hrs) to London. When I got there, I tried to find the tube station from where I was supposed to go to my host's place. It took me ages to figure out where I could get the oyster card so that my travels in the future would be cheaper. I finally managed that and got on the train to Pimlico, where my host lived. He had given me the directions previously, so following them, I got to his place amazingly well. I mean- I usually get lost even when there are directions given.
In my host's place we talked to each other until late hours and then discovered that it was so late and went to sleep.

The following morning started very early, because my host had to go to work, so I had to go around in the city. Which I didn't mind at all. I took my map with me and went to Leicester Square by tube. I was supposed to meet Teele a little bit before noon, so I had plenty of time to wander around in soho and chinatown. I also had a glimpse at the Trafalgar Square and then went back to soho area. There were so many tiny streets, and discovering them was so great. I felt like a local person, not like a bloody tourist. I met Teele around noon and went to National Geographic shop where she wanted to buy one bag but couldn't get it. So we headed towards the Trafalgar Square. On the square there was a guy climbing through a tennis racket. It was like a show you see in the movies- one person just starts to do something in the street and people gather around the person to see what's going on.
After the racket-man we headed towards the Buckingham Palace, from there to Big Ben. It was a lovely walk around in the central of London. We walked through the James's park and then were in front of the Parliament House. We listened to Big Ben playing, went to a Tesco that was right next to the clock (?!?!?! Tesco and Big Ben??) and then went to see the Westminster Abbey also. After that we took train to St. Paul's Cathedral, tried to go into it, but it had tickets, and then had a meal in the garden of St. Paul. After that we decided to walk to the Tower. It took us about 45mins. We made many stops during our journey. Talked to people, watched tourists, observed one very lovely market. Our main aim was to see London a bit differently from the usual tourist's point of view. It worked well. After observing the Tower we went back to Leicester Square and walked around in chinatown, soho. Just discovered small streets. Entered into a sex shop where were only men inside and to a gay sex shop with just the idea of doing something fun. I went to McDonald's for the first time in England and after many years. I still didn't like their hamburger. In here it's even worse than in Estonia. After Teele left to go home, I headed back to my host's place where I talked to him a lot, we drank cuba libre and then discovered it was already too late to go out. So we went to sleep.

The following day I decided to cycle around in London. I hired a bike from one of the Barclay's Cycle Hire points and started driving towards The National History museum. Obviously, I made it with some circles and ended up in Hyde park which is behind the museum. Well. That's me- always taking circles to reach my destination. It is not difficult to cycle around in London at all. The traffic is not that bad. And it's more fresh air while cycling than in the tube.
I had a snack in Hyde park and then went to the Science and Natural History museums where I spent almost the whole day. I'm not going to describe all the things I saw there because it would be just too much. But... I will upload pictures instead.
After those two museums I also popped into Victoria and Albert museum to see the crown jewels. The museum wasn't my plan in the beginning but I thought that as I was already walking past it, I might as well go into it. Didn't spend much time there, though. It will be a place to visit the next time I go to London. After the museum I went to Harrods. Well. I don't like the place at all. It's so ridiculously expensive there and you can't walk around because it's full of people and tourists. I wanted to get out of there 5 minutes after I got there but didn't find the escape so after 30 mins of walking around I finally managed to find the place from where I entered. It was mostly because of the tourists.
After Harrods I returned to Hyde park where I had some snacks and just gave some rest for my feet that were hurting already for the second day. Then I cycled to Victoria Station from where I decided to wander back to my host's place. Discovering London is always fun!
In my host's place we talked a little and then headed out to pub. I suggested on walking and discovering the London at night. I absolutely loved seeing Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament and The Eye at night. They are so magically beautiful. I really loved them! Took loads of pictures, most of them turned out very foggy and not with the high quality, because it was still dark outside. After a 45 minute walk we finally got to one Cuban pub and had some beers there. There was live Cuban music and we danced a lot. The road to home was very very "interesting". I mean, we weren't drunk at all, but we were just "teasing" each other all the way.
After getting home I went straight to sleep because I was so tired.

The following morning I cooked some sweet eggy bread. Oh, that was something I had missed. The Estonian kind of food! After eating we went to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square. I saw some paintings of Van Gogh! They were so pretty! I also fell in love with Renoir's work. It's got such great colours and technique. We spent in the museum very much time so we didn't have time to go to British Museum (which was in the plan in the beginning). Will do it the next time. After the museum we had a dinner out in nice Chinese Restaurant and then headed back to the Victoria Coach station because I had to catch my bus back to Bristol. We struggled a bit with finding the right bus stop because the station is huge, but when I finally got on the bus, I just slept during the whole journey because I was so shattered and my legs were hurting. I got a lift back to Axbridge with my friend and after coming here I just checked my mail and went straight to sleep.

It was a brilliant trip out. I played a bloody tourist in my way (doing it mostly on my own, with a detailed plan) and had some fun and discovered the parts of London that most of the tourists don't get to see! I can say that London is a place to go out for a while, but I wouldn't like to live there. Too many tourists.

But.
In conclusion: I can now show people around in London and recommend ways to be a tourist over there in a cheap way.

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Activities

Today I was asked by my activities leader if I would be interested in doing the guitar-session with the residents as an activity and I agreed. So he put me into this months' and June's timetable once for both months.
I have my own activity!

And today when I was in the gym I asked one of my gym-friends if I could leave my bicycle to her place when I go to London, she told me she will take me to Bristol from her place and back because she will be going to there anyway around the same time. Oh, that sounds good. The money I will save from avoiding buying those tickets will give me an opportunity to book a flight to Dublin for the beginning of June. If the ticket prizes are still the same tomorrow evening, I will get myself a flight to Dublin!
How cool is that?!

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In desperate need of friends.

I have started to feel kind of lonely in here during the past few weeks. Though I have Gaye in here, it feels lonely.
We are two completely different people. I like to go out to pubs, she likes it too. But she doesn't want to do it here. When I want to have a drink in the evening, then she's not that much into it. That's really sad. I've got no-one in here to go out with. Locally. Because going to further places is expensive and the buses don't run on proper times. And I haven't met people yet, at whose place I could stay overnight. So yes, I have no-one to go out with in the evenings.
Gaye has started to hang around with the other Turkish volunteer since our on-arrival, so in the weekends she has other plans. We don't travel together very much, so I have to do it alone in most cases. I've tried to ask her to come along to some of my journeys, but she hasn't been interested. So I do it on my own mostly.
We talk in the evenings and talk almost about everything, but it still doesn't feel like it. We are too different. I go to leisure centre in the evenings and she goes jogging sometimes. I cycle way too fast for her and she's not that much into cycling.
It's nice to have some company and without her I would definetely be struggling in here, but she's got the other Turkish girl to hang out with and I've got no-one. Or well, I've got my friends who are all located very far away and it's expensive to see them.
We don't talk much with Gaye. Just stay in the IT room to catch up with people or watch things from our computers. We have completely different interests. I want to travel and go sightseeing and not waste too big amounts of money on pointless things. She's not that much into that. She's more spontaneous about money than I am.

I have friends in here, but I spend too much time alone. I shouldn't complain, but I just feel lonely. It would be really nice to have someone in here, like I have people in Estonia. Even one of them would be useful.

I've met loads of people during my stay in here, but they are all mostly just passing through my life. I just meet them once and that's it.

Until I'm at work and busy with everything, it's ok. But in the evenings I would really like to have someone to visit, get away from work. Go to Axbridge. Go out for a drink.

I guess I just miss my friends in Estonia too much.

And here it is me, complaining about my life and at the same time telling everybody how great EVS is and recommending it to everybody.
It is great- it's just me. I'm used to people and good friends around me all the time. And I haven't seen many of my friends for a long time, so it has to have it's own influence on me sooner or later.

I'll just try to find some people to hang around here with and then it should pass.

I hope my London trip will make me feel better.

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Sailing, we are sailing, home again, across the sea!

As I have mentioned loads of times, one part of my job is to to escorting which means that I get to go out with residents as an assistant.
Well. Today was my biggest escorting trip so far. To be more specific- I went sailing.

My morning started very early. Around 5:30. I planned to wake up at 5am but obviously just turned off my alarm subconsciously and slept on. I was waken up by one of my co-workers who had come to check whether I am ready. She told me that everybody were waiting for me. I was told to be ready at 6, so I was really surprised by that. Anyway, I'm glad she woke me up. I could've slept in.
Within 10 minutes I was basically ready and downstairs where people were still taking the last things to the van and then we took off.

We got to Weymouth, the place where the ship was supposed to start sailing, earlier, so we had a morning tea. After that we got on the boat. It was raining. It seemed to become a wet day. But.... As the ship took off from the port, the rain stopped. And it got warmer. We had bacon butty on board for breakfast, practised emergency escaping and then had time to chill around. We were out with 3 residents. It was a really really lovely day out! Everybody enjoyed the whole day. We had the chance to pull the ropes to put the sails up and also had the possibility to steer the boat. It was really fun, we made jokes, laughed and enjoyed the day. Although we struggled a bit with wheelchairs because there wasn't much space to move around in the ship and manouvering was complicated, we gave our best and from the residents' expressions we read that they were enjoying the trip out completely. The people in the ship were all very friendly and helped us with the wheelchairs because some of them were really heavy and as the ship was swinging, it was difficult to control the chairs.
We had a very tasty dinner in the boat and some snacks and when we finally returned to the port, we saw one dolphin also.
By the time we got off the boat, it started raining again. During our trip, we had sun and clouds and it was mostly warm. British weather- you can never know and predict what's going on!
We got back home at 7pm, all shattered and the assistants wet (because we didn't have the waterproof covers that the wheelies had).

I can say that I enjoyed this trip out really much! Probably, if I hadn't been on this kind of trip with residents, it would have gotten boring after a while, because I wouldn't have had anything to do on the ship. But pushing the wheelchairs around the ship kept me busy. It was a perfect day! Brilliant idea! I can only say that our activities coordinator, who organized the trip for us, well- he's a bloody genius!

Unfortunately I am not allowed to upload some good pictures to here, because I'm on them with residents and it's against the confidentiality law to put up pictures of the people I work with. But I'll still put some really nice pictures that I have.

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The Counterfeit Stones

I did yesterday again some escorting. It came quite surprisingly- I only found out that I have a chance to go out with residents the previous afternoon.
So. This time I went to Taunton to see The Counterfeit Stones which, as you can assume from their name, are a tribute band to The Rolling Stones.
It was a lovely evening out. The band was very similar to the original Stones, as the people told me, so I tried to imagine myself back into 60's and 70's. They had the clothing from that age and haircuts. Mick Jagger-copy did all the weird dancing which made him look as if he was high on drugs. I really loved the person who was representing the quitarists, especially Brian Jones. He made Brian Jones look very hippy and careless person. Feminine. And he played out the roles of other guitarists after Brian Jones very well, too.

It was a great laugh, in between the songs there were videoclips about the new guitarist auditions after Brian's death etc. Although I didn't understand many of the jokes told during the show because they were in British Humour and told too fast for my brain to process them properly, I enjoyed the show. The music was good, the people were clapping and dancing.
A nice evening out.

Today I played guitar for the residents as there was nothing planned for the afternoon in the activities. So I suggested on the guitar and the people were more than happy for the idea. The residents sang along to my poor playing and singing and told me that I should do it some time in the future again.

I will. That's my plan.

And I've got some more plans to make real in here. But. There's no point in spilling the bean. When something's going on, I'll let you know.

Sailing tomorrow.

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Estonian culture introduction, snakes, rats, The Royal Wedding, Cardiff, owls

Sorry, I haven't written for a while. Life has just been too busy for me to have time to sit down and write something. But I'll try to correct my mistake now.

Firstly, I'd like to say that I finally made the presentation about Estonia in here and Gaye introduced her culture, too. We showed some videos, talked a little bit about our culture, showed some pictures. It was really nice to see most of the residents in front of me and talk to them. The audience was also different from my usual audiences, because everybody were in wheelchairs. But, it added it's own magic to the thing. After the presentation all the people had the possibility to try out some Estonian candies and chocolates and of course- Vana Tallinn. Everybody loved the chocolates! And well, Vana Tallinn went well, too, though there was half a bottle still left because the employees aren't allowed to try it during their working hours.
After our presentation the head of activities used the chance that all the residents were together in the same room and organized a meeting of activities where all the people decided about things they wanted to do this summer season and places they wanted to visit. There were so many different and fascinating places and it's quite likely that me or Gaye will be escorting on many of those trips out.

Then there was the weekend when we cycled to Weston and I got a sunburn. On Monday there was no internet the whole day and as the evening was really beautiful and sunny, I decided to cycle to Banwell and back (halfway to Weston). But when I got to Banwell I changed my mind and cycled to Weston and back instead. When I got back I found out that I had cycled about 19 miles in 1,5hrs. Pretty well, I'd say. And I wasn't shattered at all (I'm not going to use the word nakkered any more, because now I know where it comes from and it's not the situation to use the word :) )!

On Tuesday we had some visitors coming in to show us exotic animals. We saw snakes, big white rats, crabs and some more animals. We also had a possibility to touch them! I held a snake for the first time! And to my surprise, most of the people touched the snakes and rats. They weren't frightened at all! In Estonia, most of the people would scream and run away if they see those animals, I suppose. But. Again I discovered how much I love rats and all animals that most of the people consider as disgusting. I would really like to have a big, white rat. I got to hold one for a while and it felt so great. I really would like to have a rat as pet in the future. A big rat :)

As the week went on, the another bank holiday arrived. It was The Royal Wedding. In here, it was a bank holiday. I decided to work on that day. We decorated the dining room with lots of UK flags and the tablecloth was changed from blue-white combination into red-white combination. We had red-blue-white balloons on the tables and a big telly where we could watch the wedding. During all day it was turned on and the residents and workers watched the wedding altogether. After the kissing scene we had a buffet table and could eat different foods, which were really delicious. And we had huge-looking cupcakes too. For the residents and their families we had champagne, also. Everybody were dressed very politely and looked schick. Although I'm not much into The Royal Family and the wedding stuff and the way it was turned into such commercial thing, I loved the day, because everybody were so happy, doing things together, there was a different day from the usual ones and the environment was so cosy and happy.

In the evening me and our head of IT cycled to Weston. He cycled to home and I left my bike to his place to continue my journey to Cardiff. I got there earlier than I thought I would be, so me and G went to many pubs and enjoyed local ale. Visiting G is always very inspirational- he is so intelligent and always has opinion on everything. And he knows a lot about his work so every time I see him, I learn a lot about work. On Saturday I had the chance to cook pea soup and as I had not had a proper meal with proper amount of salt in it for a while, I put too much salt into the soup. Or at least G thought so. I liked the soup, so never mind. It was really nice to be lazy and do pracically nothing in G-s place. We were both very lazy. Watched telly and talked and drank some beers. On Sunday G cooked some really delicous prawn and taught me how to play one simple race game in playstation. I hadn't tried playstation since I was 5 years old. I was very much of a beginner and G was rocking the games. I can't understand how he remembers all the buttons of the more difficult games. Too complicated for me. But for him it's useful. In the evening G had to go to work so I stayed at his apartement in the evening and for the night alone. Watched some TV, cleaned the mess we had created and then went to sleep. The following morning I went to see Cardiff on my own. Again, I was acknowledged by myself that my sense of directions is awful. I managed to go to Cardiff Bay in some weird way past some canals where people were fishing and tenting. Even G didn't know which route I had taken. Brilliant! But typically to me- I reached my destination with taking the longer and more dangerous route without getting truly lost.
In the bay I enjoyed the sunshine, ate a whippy ice cream with the flake and walked around. I fell in love with the Millennium Centre, which in my opinion is very beautiful piece of architecture. From one angle it seems so massive and powerful and heavy and from the another angle it seems light and beautiful and just brilliant. And the text written above it's main entrance "In these stones horizons sing" is very ancient and lovely in my opinion. I also enjoyed the waterfront and the Roald Dahl Plass and it reminded me a lot the ceries produced by BBC Cymru- Doctor Who! The magical feeling that surrounded the plass because of tose series gives the place a witchraft and wizardry feeling. On the Bay there is also a memorial of one actor who plays in Torchwood- a series parallel to Dr. Who. It's a wall where all the fans write their messages about the actor.
During my stay in the Bay I saw also part of 5mile marathon.
After being in the bay I wandered back to the central of Cardiff where I walked around trying to figure out which way to go to get to G-s place. Me and my sense of directions! Anyway, I finally ended up in front of the Cardiff National Museum and decided to go in. It was a great decision. In it there was a police box- a proper Tardis! I was stunned when I saw it- so beautiful, tiny, blue and familiar! I took some pictures of it. Then I decided to have a look around in the museum- the exhibitions were built up mainly in two rooms- one about humans and their life from the early ages until nowadays and the other was about nature and animals. I saw the skeletons of mammoths, dinosaurs, I saw metheorites, fossiles. I now definetely want to go to the History Museum in London next week.
After my visit to the museum, I met G and we went to his place where we just talked and discussed our work and things I have learn during my stay in here and had very intelligent conversations. Oh, if he only lived closer- I would learn so much from him! I can say that he is one of my inspirations to do my work the best way possible. To educate myself and travel the world in order to improve my work. I have never met a person like him. He changes the world with everything he does.

In the evening G sent me to the train station and I catched the train back to Weston. In the beginning of the journey one extremely loud boy sat next to me and his mom behind me. The boy was fidgeting around and making loud noise all the time and his mom tried to calm him down in a very rigid way. The boy tried to communicate with me. Then I realized he had a mental disability. Although his mom told him to stop annoying me (which he actually didn't, I didn't mind) he continued. I showed him my locket and he was really fascinated by it. I tried to talk to him and calm him down a bit and he sat next to me and watched my locket. He got off in the next stop and before going away, he hugged me! I really love this kind of situations. I really do! They make me so happy! And I know I made someone happy for a small amount of time, too!
When I got back to Weston I collected my bike and cycled home. It took me a while because the find was straight to my face and was blowing my brains off.

Today we had some owls in our place and we got to touch them. I also found out how to drain the leg bags, so I feel that this day filled it's purpose 100%.

At the momen't I've got some things to organize about my trip next weekend and this weekend so I will finish my post. But..... I can tell, that my life in here is something amazing and I really love it. It's a great experience and I try to learn from this opportunity as much as possible. And I will try to make some more connections to local people starting from this week.

I'm the only one who can make this project be the best thing that has happened to me so far. It doesn't matter how much the other try- I have to accept everything offered and give the most from me to the project to make it work. It has worked well already since the beginning but I'm taking it now the next level. Hit the gas, I'd say!

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