Friday 20th -21st of June
I arrived in the late evening in Den Haag. On my way Germany won surprisingly against Protugal at the European soccer championship. But I do not really care. Anyway, I had some most amazing plans. After a short night Maritha and I traveled to Friesland, where I attended the first wedding of my life (as audience, of course). It was in Dutch and I did not get even the half of the speeches, but it was very entertaining. Entering the church was surprising. I am used that Dutchs are tall, but I was really almost the smallest person in the room. I guess, only the kids from primary school whose teacher got married made me look a little bit better. The evening I spent with watching the match between Turkey and Croatia, printing flight tickets and practicing my Dutch in a cosy talking round.
The next morning we had to start early. Since Maritha had attended a party until early morning, I was allowed to drive. Although thought I would never see airport Weeze again, we had booked our flights to Sweden from there. From Friesland it is also better to reach than Cologne. We left Friesland at 7 in the morning and got our plane in time. We had planned our trip very sharp. Between arrival at airport Skavsta, Sweden, and shuttle bus to Stockholm were only 20 minutes time. Our plane had 10 minutes delay, so we were really in time. In Stockholm the same game again. Only 20 minutes between arrival of the bus and departure of our trains and we still had to print the tickets. The bus was 10 minutes late and we still made it in time. Although it was risky, it was very comfortable, because we did not have to wait anywhere. Achja, I finally saw a moose in Sweden. One and a half years and the only moose I saw was something vanishing in the bushes of Kiruna. But after 5 minutes bus ride to Stockholm we saw one very clear next to the street.
At 6 in the evening we arrived Sundsvall. From that moment on I lost my feeling for time. It was bright 24 hours the day. Ole, Christian and Stefan picked us up and we had a cosy welcome round in Nacksta. I visited my old flat and it really felt like I've never been gone. Everything is still the same. I even started again calling it "my flat". In the evening we watched with the rest of exchangers, which are more than last year, the match between Russia and Netherlands which Netherlands somehow made to loose. But that did not really matter, the party was great anyway. I think. I cannot remember most of it. Bad, because the pictures look, like I had a lot of fun. I hope such a blackout does not get me again. I managed to find a couch and slept like a stone until 11 next morning. Quite frustrating, because it felt like a waste of time. But time somehow did not matter this week.
I arrived in the late evening in Den Haag. On my way Germany won surprisingly against Protugal at the European soccer championship. But I do not really care. Anyway, I had some most amazing plans. After a short night Maritha and I traveled to Friesland, where I attended the first wedding of my life (as audience, of course). It was in Dutch and I did not get even the half of the speeches, but it was very entertaining. Entering the church was surprising. I am used that Dutchs are tall, but I was really almost the smallest person in the room. I guess, only the kids from primary school whose teacher got married made me look a little bit better. The evening I spent with watching the match between Turkey and Croatia, printing flight tickets and practicing my Dutch in a cosy talking round.
The next morning we had to start early. Since Maritha had attended a party until early morning, I was allowed to drive. Although thought I would never see airport Weeze again, we had booked our flights to Sweden from there. From Friesland it is also better to reach than Cologne. We left Friesland at 7 in the morning and got our plane in time. We had planned our trip very sharp. Between arrival at airport Skavsta, Sweden, and shuttle bus to Stockholm were only 20 minutes time. Our plane had 10 minutes delay, so we were really in time. In Stockholm the same game again. Only 20 minutes between arrival of the bus and departure of our trains and we still had to print the tickets. The bus was 10 minutes late and we still made it in time. Although it was risky, it was very comfortable, because we did not have to wait anywhere. Achja, I finally saw a moose in Sweden. One and a half years and the only moose I saw was something vanishing in the bushes of Kiruna. But after 5 minutes bus ride to Stockholm we saw one very clear next to the street.
At 6 in the evening we arrived Sundsvall. From that moment on I lost my feeling for time. It was bright 24 hours the day. Ole, Christian and Stefan picked us up and we had a cosy welcome round in Nacksta. I visited my old flat and it really felt like I've never been gone. Everything is still the same. I even started again calling it "my flat". In the evening we watched with the rest of exchangers, which are more than last year, the match between Russia and Netherlands which Netherlands somehow made to loose. But that did not really matter, the party was great anyway. I think. I cannot remember most of it. Bad, because the pictures look, like I had a lot of fun. I hope such a blackout does not get me again. I managed to find a couch and slept like a stone until 11 next morning. Quite frustrating, because it felt like a waste of time. But time somehow did not matter this week.
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