Pizza, Pasta and Ice Cream- The Venice Story

DAY 1-

5:30 AM- Walking to the train station. The stars are bright in the pitch black sky. It feels like the middle of the night. I have that twisted knot of excitement in my stomach that I always get at the beginning of traveling.

8:00 AM- The Swiss countryside [mostly mountains] flashes by the train window. We pass lakes of mist in fields, and I see a crack of sunlight between two mountains. The teachers hand out folders with little exercises- sketch this, write a poem about a train journey [mine was hybrid German/English because I’m good, but not that good]. I skip two because they’re too complicated, and the people sitting next to me are asleep. Ah well. What a shame.

Some Later Time- We cross over into Italy- I miss it, and only realize about an hour later because I can’t see any mountains. It’s still nice and misty.

We change trains in MIlano, and continue onto Venice. The sun is out, and I sit for three hours staring blankly at the country flashing past. Ahhh, Italy.

My first glimpse of Venice is a stretch of blue water, rippling between hot sunshine and cool shadows. The city, brown and orange and white, stretches out in the background. We disembark at the train station, and walk out into the sun, with the jerky, close knit movements of a group of kittens. I’m instantly glad I bought a backpack as we walk through the cobbled streets- it’s ridiculously crowded, and every fifty meters we climb up and over a bridge- I now know that Venice has 409 bridges.

The narrow streets are lined with stalls, mostly selling the same things- touristy postcards [I came home with nine], keychains, scarves, and thousands of masks- everything from the most expensive crafted leather handpainted animal carnival masks to three euro white paper masks with glitter hot-glued on. I bought a paper mache blue and gold music patterned one. Venice- truly the city of masks.

After dumping our bags in the hostel we walked through more streets and over more bridges to San Marco, a very beautiful big old church. We went in and looked around, then went back out and apparently talked about the architecture for a while, and then went back in. I didn’t really pay much attention to the teachers, to be honest- whenever I’m in churches, especially old churches, I always feel very small and quiet- I’m not particularly religious, or spiritual, but I actually did sit in San Marco and pray for a few minutes. I don’t really know why. I think it might have something to do with the gold encrusted cupolas.

Then we had free time- I went off with Julia, Chantal and Marko to wander around the main few streets- and I had my first slice of proper Italian pizza, which may have tasted amazing and completely so much better than all other pizza, but I was really really hungry so it could have tasted just like a Dominos or something.

After the slice of pizza we actually ended up going to McDonalds for dinner- which may sound completely crazy and why-would-we-do-that-we’re-in-ITALY, but I got a pretty decent meal for four euros, which is quite cheap so, I don’t really care.

DAY 2

The next morning was quite chilly and misty. We got on a boat, and swooshed down the side of Venice, all the houses facing us. Everyone was bundled up in jackets, but I stuffed mine in my bag, and wore only my short sleeved dress, because the cold air felt beautiful against my skin. Mist was still hanging around, and there was an eerie stillness to the city, despite the canal being pretty crowded with boats already.

We arrived at the first part of the Biennale- an International Art Exhibition held once every second year in Venice. We went to Arsenale- it’s a part of the exhibition, comprised of many different buildings, each assigned a different country, each holding examples of modern art from that country. Now, I don’t know about you, but I really love modern art. And yes, we got plenty of time to wander around by ourselves, so I was REALLY happy.

There were a lot of really interesting ‘pavilions’, as they were called. Some really stood out to me, and some were all right in their own way, but just didn’t catch my imagination. Others were probably really interesting to some people, but felt disconnected, or just boring. So plenty of variety.

The Russian pavilion was the first one we went to- it was loosely based around the myth of Dante. The first part was decorated to look like a cavern, and only women were allowed to go in. We were given clear plastic umbrellas, and huddled in the center of the cavern. The roof of the cavern was open, and all the guys [and some girls] had climbed up the stairs and were looking down on the us. Suddenly, it started to rain coins- they dropped down from a box in the ceiling, and thudded onto our plastic umbrellas. Everyone shrieked, but despite the fierce velocity of the coins, nobody was hurt. Afterwards, we were told to collect the coins and place them in a bucket, which was then winched up, and coins were poured into an ingenious little rig that took them back up to the box in the ceiling. I can think of some certain young men who would have loved to play with that machine all day!

The rest of the Russian pavilion above the cavern was comprised of a man sitting on a saddle on a roof beam, eating peanuts and throwing the shells onto a big pile on the ground, and a rose in a medieval toilet style box. Most people seemed really confused by it all. I don’t know. I think that being able to enjoy modern art has a lot to do with the individual’s opinion of how exactly you are supposed to enjoy it- in depth interpretation, visual enjoyment, artistic snobbery, ‘i don’t get it’, etc.

Another house that stood out to me was the Great Britain pavilion. It was a multi media exhibition- some giant, beautiful paintings on the walls, a very high definition movie (of an eagle, an owl, some kids jumping on an inflatable Stonehenge, and two cars being wrecked], free cups of tea [yeah I think that was my favorite part] and lots of photographs around the walls of moments from when David Bowie toured America in the seventies or eighties. It was quite vague. There were also some Russian coins, but I was still too focused on the free cups of tea to try and understand that bit.

The American house was amazing. Built as a smaller replica of the Washington State House, the outside was covered by an intricate web of rope, sticks, bits of rubbish, everyday objects, all wound together to create a beautiful but strange decoration. Inside, there were maybe seven different pieces of art- all made using the same everyday objects, hundreds upon hundreds of tiny little details- piles of sand, tiny matchboxes with things in them, bits of string balancing buttons…incredibly stimulating for anyone’s imagination.

There were lots of other amazing pavilions, of course- I could write a blog post for each one, but I’ll stick to those three for now- some of the other amazing ones are too difficult and complicated to explain.  All in all, it was a very amazing exhibition, and I’m so glad I got to visit.

At about five thirty we were set free, and I decided to walk back along the waterfront with Runa and another girl. The sunset was amazing, and even though we got a little bit lost, we made it back in time for dinner- we met up with a bunch of other people, and went to a little restaurant where I ticked off another thing from my “Typical Foods Of A Country” list. Spaghetti!!! A 7.5 euro portion that still left me hungry, but we got free bread so I filled up on that. The meal ended up costing me eleven euros, because it was two each for the bottles of water, and we had to pay for the cutlery [??]. Ahh, Europe.

DAY 3

The next morning we separated into groups, and my group took another boat ride to Murano- the place with all the beautiful glass! Or, the place famous for making lots of beautiful glass things. Our first stop was a small glass shop where we watched a man blow glass. It looked like melted toffee- thick, pliable, gloopy- and it was amazing to see him twirl and twist a blob of glowing orange liquid into a small rearing purple horse. I bought a small cheap necklace from the shop because, um, it was pink and had flowers and it was handmade, so, several good reasons there.

Then we went to a glass factory, where we watched more glass blowing. For maybe ninety seconds I thought that I would like to blow glass- oh, how easy they made it look. But then I remembered that you don’t win Oscars for blowing glass. Or you might. I have no idea.

Next stop was an old church, much smaller than San Marco, but just as old. Inside there was a baby being christened, but in a side room I actually lit one of those candle, and thought about LGBT youth in general, but specifically those who have committed suicide, because I couldn’t think of anyone I knew who had died recently. We then went and looked at the outside of the church, which we sketched, and I realized that I can’t draw for anything. Then we all went off to have lunch. I had coffee and a fried panini in a tiny, crooked cafe all by myself, whilst studying the framed foreign currency on the walls and listening to pop music from the early 2000’s crackling from a tiny radio. Like, this is something that I actually did, and wow, I love that my life is suddenly some sort of travel slash soul searching novel.

We took the boat back to the main city [Mulano is sort of separate- most of Venice is actually just islands interconnected by canals and bridges, but Mulano is actually only accessible by boat], where we met up with all the others, and visited Part ll of the Biennale thing. This one was called  The Encyclopedic Palace, and I really wish that I’d had more time to look around because we only got about an hour.

This is what Wikipedia has to say about The Encyclopedic Palace:

The Encyclopedic Palace of the World (Il Palazzo Enciclopedico del Mondo) is a mixed mediasculptural model that was created by self-taught Italian artist Marino Auriti in the 1950s. Now housed in the American Folk Art MuseumNew York City, the work was conceived by Auriti as a building to “hold all the works of man in whatever field, discoveries made and those which may follow”.[1]

It is made of wood, plastic, glass, metal, hair combs, and model kit parts and was created by Auriti, a mechanic, over the course of about three years. His first love was architecture and he dreamed that the 11 feet (3 m) cylindrical model skyscraper would one day be built on the National Mall in Washington D.C.. It was built on a 1:200 scale, but had it been constructed it would have stood 136-storeys high, making it the tallest building of its time. Auriti acquired a patent, exhibited it in a storefront and a bank lobby, but it was then housed in a warehouse before being donated to the museum.[2][3]

The Encyclopedic Palace was chosen for exhibition at the 2013 Venice Biennale by artistic director Massimiliano Gioni, who also chose it as the title for the show. He commented in an article in the New York Times that it represents “the impossibility of capturing the sheer enormity of the art world today”.[3] Gioni also noted that the choice of the Encyclopedic Palace contains an autobiographical element, in that being asked to curate such an exhibition places an expectation to create the “perfect picture” that captures the whole of modern art.[4] “

Yeah so basically just a massive exhibition with a lot of really awesome modern art.

I spent most of my hour watching an film about a group of young women at an all female college in America being interviewed about various topics such as sexuality, family, politics, feminism, the future, and I think I may have cried a tear of happiness, because it seemed to sum up most of what I want my life to be- just being around a lot of women who talk about important interesting things while chilling on a sunny lawn.

There were also some cool sculptures. But then I had to hurry back.

Again, we walked back along the waterfront, and through the tiny, bustling streets. Some shops were closing in the twilight, but others were open, and the smell of pizza and sewage intermingled in that classic, Venice smell.

I went and did some shopping for the morning, and then while most of the others were outside getting drunk  playing hide and seek, me and a couple of other sensible girls sat on our beds browsing Facebook and Twitter. But we, too, went to sleep very early the next morning.

The next morning we had a couple of hours before we had to meet to go to the train, so, yep, shopping time! I got a few bits and bobs, a scarf and a mask for me, some lunch, and the final item off my Italian food checklist- a gelato! I only had about twenty minutes before I had to go back to the hostel with everyone, and most of the gelato places were closed because it was Sunday, so I ended up rushing into a cafe and blurting at the waiter “Gelato grazias!” [Hey, I was in a hurry!]  It came looking pre made and frozen, but oh my god, it was good. Frozen yogurt and ice cream over frozen berry syrup, sprinkled with frozen pink berries. I sat outside, blinking at the grey, misty sky, wishing I’d bought my jacket because it was already cold before I started wolfing down the gelato. I finished it with five minutes to spare and rushed back to the hostel, glad because I was thinking of what Mum had always said “Oh, you’d love Italy, Hannah. The land of pizza, pasta and ice cream. No interesting flavors, no spices, nothing to worry about. Yes, you should definitely go to Italy one day.”

PHOTOS

*u* traveling!!!! *u*

*u* traveling!!!! *u*

First glimpse of Italy...

First [known] glimpse of Italy…

Long train rides.

Long train rides.

Venice!

Venice!

Masks!!!

Masks!!!

Classic shot.

Classic shot.

Some tower thing.

Some tower thing.

travel friends and palace/building.

travel friends and palace/building.

More buildings, probably interesting and exciting!!

More buildings, old and interesting.

That's me.

That’s me.

One of the beautiful cupolas in San Marco.

One of the beautiful cupolas in San Marco.

Day 2...Misty morning boat ride...

Day 2…Misty morning boat ride…

Coins from the Russian pavilion.

Coins from the Russian pavilion.

Russian pavilion pt 2.

Russian pavilion pt 2.

Modern art.

Modern art…this is a real guy…i saw him picking his nose.

Looking down.
Looking down.

Arsenale.

Arsenale.

Giant bird with car in the Great Britain pavilion.

Giant bird with car in the Great Britain pavilion.

French pavilion...what an interesting...thing.

French pavilion…

American pavilion.

American pavilion.

There were the most beautiful delicate sculptures made out of everyday objects.

There were the most beautiful delicate sculptures made out of everyday objects.

So intricate and detailed I could stare at it for hours.

So intricate and detailed I could stare at it for hours. Reminded me of things Ollie and Charlie used to build in our living room.

More beautiful views.

More beautiful views.

Giant string lady...very cool.

Giant string lady…very cool.

Piles of glass and rubble and some hipster taking pictures.

Piles of glass and rubble and some hipster taking pictures.

Sunset selfie...this is the life.

Sunset selfie…this is the life.

Wow...too beautiful...i can't...i just can't...

Wow…too beautiful…i can’t…i just can’t…

Blowing glass...so cool to watch.
Blowing glass…so cool to watch.
Mulano.
Mulano.
Of course there's a beautiful glass sculpture.
Of course there’s a beautiful glass sculpture.
Boat shop!
Boat shop!
Church.
Church.
The water was really strange and still and pretty.
The water was really strange and still and pretty.
Rainbow washing line!
Rainbow washing line!
This was in the second Biennale exhibition...there were a lot more cool art pieces but I forgot to take pictures. Also I was caught up in a haze of feminism from the film.
This was in the second Biennale exhibition…there were
a lot more cool art pieces but I forgot to take pictures.
Very deep and intellectual. [I love modern art and I also love making fun of it...]
Very deep and intellectual.
[I love modern art and I also love making fun of it…]
This is a sculpture of The Encyclopedic Palace. Which doesn't exist in a bigger size. So it's like a reminder about failed dreams.
This is a sculpture of The Encyclopedic Palace.
Which doesn’t exist in a bigger size. So it’s a reminder of a failed dream. Funtimes.
Italian dogs are all so small omg, I only saw one dog bigger than a handbag the entire time. So cute!
Italian dogs are all so small omg,
I only saw one dog bigger than a handbag the entire time. So cute!
The famous gelato.
The gelato.
I love these people.
I love these people.
Eight PM, after eight and a half hours in the train. We are all basically zombies. It was a good trip.
Eight PM, after eight and a half hours in the train.
We are all basically zombies. It was a good trip.

Bern

Legend has it that Berchtold V, Duke of Zähringen, the founder of the city of Bern, vowed to name the city after the first animal he killed on the site of the city. This animal turned out to be a bear, and thus, the city had it’s name and heraldic animal. [It’s actually more likely that Bern was named after Verona, in Italy, which at the time was called ‘Bern’ in Middle High German, but it’s a nice story.]

There have always been bears in Bern [nice bit of alliteration there], and there still are today. There are three now, and they were ambling around enjoying the sunshine when we visited them. Historically, the bears were symbolic of the wealth and status of Bern, but were kept in a small, mostly empty pit. However, today they are kept in a beautiful grass and tree filled enclosure with plenty of rotten logs to play with.

The Wehrli’s and I were in Bern on an overnight, sightseeing packed trip. Four of us us took the train early in the morning, and coming into the city I got a beautiful view of the sun shining off the city, and the autumn colored trees. We met up with Gabriela, and then took the cable car down a small hill to the hostel where we were staying to drop off our bags. Then it was back to the city!

First stop was the Bundeshaus, or Government House, which was very grand and magnificent. We actually walked past Doris Leuthard, whom I recognized from my Politics class. As far as I understand, the Swiss Confederation is led by the Federal Council, composed of seven ministers who are all in charge of different federal departments of government. Ms Leuthard is Head of the Department of Environment, Energy, Transport and Communication. So not quite like bumping into Barack Obama outside the White House, but you know, it was pretty cool.

After that we walked around the city for a bit, stopping at a famous clock tower, and then moving onto a very tall cathedral- and yes, we climbed as high as we could! Up what seemed like several million stairs in a very tight spiral staircase, but the view form the top was totally worth it. Bern looks amazing from up high- the medieval buildings all clustered on a half island around which a river curved, and the rest of the city spread out against a backdrop that included snowy white mountains.

We split up to get lunch-  Runa and I decided to buy ourselves a picnic lunch from Migros, and then sit in the square next to the Bundeshaus and eat whilst watching a game of giant chess. It was all very idyllic. After lunch we wandered back to meet the others, then did a spot of window shopping, and then back to the hostel for an hours rest. And then it was off to a pizzaria for dinner [ delicious] before Theatresports! For those who don’t know, Theatersports is a kind of improvisational performance, where two teams compete to get the most laughs through a series of drama exercises. I understood most of it, and what I understood was pretty funny.

The next morning we visited the terracotta warriors exhibition that was showing in a museum. I had actually seen the very same exhibition in New Zealand a few years ago, and second time viewing it was still very enjoyable. There was a lot of additional information about Ancient China, and I remembered how much I like museums- being surrounded by so much history and culture just makes me so happy.

After that we went to a market held in the central square. There were a lot of really amazing stalls, and it was lovely just wondering around eating crepes and listening to buskers. Gabriela bought me a beautiful handmade dress as a birthday gift- the stall was run by her brother’s wife, who is from Argentina, and also had a lot of beautiful scarves and shirts for sale. I now know where to go when I need birthday/Christmas gifts for certain people!

Runa and I went back a little earlier than the other three- it was a two and a half hour train ride, and we just missed walking home in the sun, thanks to certain very tall mountains.

The last few days have been pretty chill- i went to a party in Lausanne, which is in the french speaking part of Switzerland. Very fun! I’m spending today sorting out things before school tomorrow.

Next week I’m going to Venice for an school trip with my art class- so, yeah. VENICE!!!!!

Have a nice week everyone xxx

PHOTOS

 

We had two beautiful sunny days in which to explore the city.

We had two beautiful sunny days in which to explore the city.

Bundeshaus!

Bundeshaus!

the clock tower!

the clock tower!

building paintings thing

There were lots of these.

The main street

The main street

the amazing doors of the cathedral

the amazing doors of the cathedral

ignore my face

ignore my face

Medieval houses.

Medieval houses.

park beside the river

park beside the river- view from the top of the cathedral.

Hardi taking a picture of Lionel at the top of the cathedral- nice view of Bern in the background

Hardi taking a picture of Lionel at the top of the cathedral- nice view of Bern in the background

The bears!

The bears!

The new bear enclosure!

The new bear enclosure!

The old bear pit.

The old bear pit.

View from cathedral.

View from cathedral.

they wanted our bread

they wanted our bread

awesome group of folk musicians busking- the double bass is green, if you can't tell.

awesome group of folk musicians busking- the double bass is green, if you can’t tell.

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this is a fish in the restaurant and it looked really angry because of it's head ridge ahh so cute.

this is a fish in the restaurant and it looked really angry because of it’s head ridge ahh so cute.

The Bundeshaus at night.

The Bundeshaus at night.

A bear busking in Bern.

A bear busking in Bern.

Reunited with Flicka!

Reunited with Flicka!

Funfzehn

I’m going to be fifteen tomorrow. And wow, I do like to make a big emotional deal of my birthdays. But come on, fifteen is, like, old. It definitely defines the line between teenager and child that has, up until now, been still a little blurry. And you’d think, wouldn’t that age have been 13 or 14? But no, I guess in terms of age, up until now, I’ve still felt like kind of a child still. And now I’m firmly on the teenage side. Turning fifteen kind of changes a lot for me. For example, this is the year that everyone is finally going to start believing me when I say that the Dark Lord has risen again. Downside, my Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is going to be awful.

Tonight at dinner Gabriella told me about a 90 year old man that lives just down the road. In 1952, he flew on one of the first place trips to New Zealand- it took four days! When he arrived, he lived near Mount Taranaki for a few years- she showed me a picture of him at the summit. Before they left on their trip for New Zealand he gave them a book about New Zealand and the picture was in it. I’ve walked past his house many times, and he has a beautiful garden, filled with alpine plants and many tiny rocks. She said he has pictures from all the world, places that he’d traveled to when he was young- Japan, New Zealand, and some other places that I didn’t understand. But there were a lot!

It kind of puts being as young as 15 in perspective…

This week has been pretty cool. The holidays just seem to fly past…why can’t double math seem as fast? 😦

A couple of days ago me, Hardi, Gabriella and Lionel went to Chur…this beautiful town in Switzerland with some amazing old medieval buildings and paintings and also a nice cheap H&M. I bought a five franc skirt, so, yep, cheap! Also had a warm milk and croissant at a cafe while reading Murderous Math…nice day out. Runa has been in Basil for a couple of days but she is back tonight.

Today we went to the Wehrli’s friend Rita’s house for lunch…her and her three boisterous young children came on holiday with us in Soulet in the summer holidays. It was very fun to get repeatedly attacked by numerous small shouting Swiss bundles of joy…no but seriously, they were all lovely and Rita and her husband [a helicopter mechanic in summer, a tour guide in winter] have a very beautiful house.

Then me and Flicka walked to the train in the freezing rain which she didn’t seem to mind…lucky her, having a built in fur coat!

I’ve already written a short film script these holidays…I miss my ‘film crew’ back in NZ but looking forward to finding some more people who I can boss around in front of the camera. I just have to get these storyboards done…wow, I can’t wait until I can pay someone else to do those for me. I am going to borrow Hardi’s HD camera for the actual shoot though so cannot wait!!

It’s very cold today….wouldn’t be surprised if we woke up to snow on the closest mountain [you know, the giant one right in front of the house] tomorrow…[ hint- I wouldn’t be surprised because you can see it right now. PIcs to come in the morning light.]

In other news, I watched the sci-fi epic Pacific Rim, which is an incredible movie and it’s definitely about more than just giant robots smashing up deep-sea aliens it’s about the triumph of humanity over all and of the power of teamwork and how important hope is and all these other amazing things and WOW I REALLY LOVE SCIENCE FICTION HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE SCIENCE FICTION I’M VERY MUCH STILL EXCITED BY THIS MOVIE!!!!

Anyway…

Goodnight, all- my next blog will be written by a fifteen year old. Who will probably be just as melodramatic and emotional about giant robots as I am, but also, older. So, that’s…good? I really don’t know.

PHOTOS

This bird was just strutting around in the rain today like not even noticing the cold. I want to be like that bird.

This bird was just strutting around in the rain today like not even noticing the cold. I want to be like that bird.

She loves me.

She loves me.

She's very tired.

She’s very tired.

Awwww autumn.

Awwww autumn.

MIST

MIST

They are suspicious cows.

They are suspicious cows.

Chur! Beautiful old paintings on the side of the buildings.

Chur! Beautiful old paintings on the side of the buildings.

Chur!

Chur!

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Runa and Hardi!

Back from an outing.

Swiss family!

Swiss family!

She's ignoring m

She’s ignoring me

Wood elf.

Wood elf.

Wood elves.

Wood elves.

Elf forest!

Elf forest!

Man, we are up high!

Man, we are up high!

I'm taking a picture on Runa taking a picture of the misty fields.

I’m taking a picture of Runa taking a picture of the misty fields.

Edibles when smaller.

Edible when smaller.

Edible??

Edible??

Beautiful forest walk.

Beautiful forest walk.

Busy Little Week[s]

Right now it’s only a few days until the holidays, and the mountains have been completely enshrouded with mist the entire day. I’ve nearly been here two entire months- two months on the eighth of October. It doesn’t really feel like two months- it feels like I’ve been here much longer. Memory and perceptions of time are so WEIRD.

My second full week at school went well- it rained a lot. On the thursday I went to a meet up of all the Glarus exchange students- it was a dinner at the Jugendhaus*, and we bought our host families along. Me, Gabriela and Lionel went because the other two were busy. The volunteers with AFS [the exchange student organization that were hosting the event- I don’t know why they invited me but it was very nice of them!] had made us all dinner and laid on a wonderful spread for dessert. The adults all sat and chatted over coffee while Lionel became an instant pro at some Russian hand games and I learnt some…interesting ice breaking games. Very hilarious and I’m sure that Ollie and Charlie would like the one called ‘Ninja’.

On the Tuesday I had made it to a second hand clothes market, and found an op shop in Glarus- a bit expensive, but high quality, and I bought a wool winter coat with a hood for 25 francs. That’s around the same in dollars and pounds, if anyone is wondering- so not bad. I also bought a pair of BEAUTIFUL grey lace up heels- pictures down below.

I wore the heels and coat to the End of German course exchange student party in Zurich on Friday night- I was a bit dubious about going as last time I just awkwardly hung around while everyone got drunk. But this time I got there [ ‘there’ being the same pavilion/park place in central Zurich] and was immediately welcomed by the small group playing a drinking game, so, fun time. I had a pretty good time- met a lot of new people, stole a packet of chips from someone who was too hammered to appreciate them, tried to get the speakers working [that was like a five person job, but by the time I left they still weren’t working]. Someone filled a vodka bottle with smoke and it was genuinely one of the prettiest things I have ever seen. [picture below] . I walked home from the train station at half past midnight whilst thinking about political discourse in science fiction so I obviously wasn’t drunk from my two cups of Sprite.

The weekend was pretty nice-  just chilled out, went for a walk or two, wrote to Great Granny. Last night we all went to a restaurant to have dinner with Runa and Lionel’s paternal grandparents, and Flicka’s best friend in the entire world, Chilla. They spent the first ten minutes running around, jumping at and licking everyone, before curling up under the table while we ate. Yep, dogs were allowed in the restaurant.

This week has been and is going to be pretty laid back- because it’s the last week, most of the other classes are off doing work experience or on a school trip. My class have about half the usual amount of lessons, and I have even less because I don’t take French, so I got to sleep in two more hours than usual this morning. It was still misty when I biked to school at nine, though, which I’m very glad about- I love mist. Tomorrow I’ll be home by ten thirty in the morning! Thursday and Friday are pretty much the same though.

Anyway, I accidently deleted about half of this, and I can’t remember what else I wrote about, so I will call it a night. Have a nice week!

* Sprite isn’t alcoholic. That’s the joke.

* The jugendhaus is a local eating place run by immigrants to the area- it’s like a project set up, I think? It’s a pretty cool space, and the food is cheap and nice, so I’ve had lunch there a couple of times.

PHOTOS

Autumn is the best season.

Autumn is the best season.

Nature

Nature

Leaves

Leaves

I liked the contrast of the colors.

I liked the contrast of the colors.

Rainy afternoon walk

Rainy afternoon walk

More nature

More nature

This is such a beautiful little patch of forest.

This is such a beautiful little patch of forest.

Trees

Trees

MIST

MIST

Judging you.

Judging you.

Red vine stuff

Red vine stuff

COLORS

COLORS

Nature: The Sequel.

Nature: The Sequel.

The goats were looking at me and Flicka.

The goats were looking at me and Flicka.

REVEALED: THE SHOCKING TRUTH OF TEENAGE PARTIES.

REVEALED: THE SHOCKING TRUTH OF TEENAGE PARTIES.

HEELS

HEELS