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... sat drinking my free drinks before the inevitable dancing began. Whilst I had clearly matured since my Erasmus experience three years ago, there's still enough party animal in me to enjoy the night - as the dodgy nightclub photos showed.
The following day was a lazier day, with Ingo coming around to eat dinner with us before watching a film. The guys then had to go off for their class meeting at the ÖVB Arena in the city ...
Today was another long day, although having a decent nights sleep made things infinitely easier to bear...however, dealing with airports and coaches and nutso crazy people made it infinitely worse, so I'm not sure we came out ahead in the transaction.
However, I am happy to report that our cat is finally home and that I'm feeling much better. On the flip side, my foot has been acting up, so I think I'm adios-ing my shoes the minute we get back to ...
... concrete of the airport floor - only to find everyone staring at me like a complete weirdo.
I caught the flight to Bremen and upon arriving I decided to see if I could get a nice stamp in my passport - with just 2 stamps after visiting 21 different countries it was looking a little bare...and unlike in Espain, the Germans were happy to oblige and provided me with a sexy stamp - despite the confused reaction when the answer to 'Is this you're first ...
... us through the town, it is beautiful here all it up for christmas with lots of little stalls set up selling all sorts of tasty looking snacks. We stopped for a Gleuhwine which was enjoyed outside around and open fire, then we headed back to C's house which is about 20 minutes drive from the CBD. We were welcomed by L her husband, L her son and of course Mieke the dog. We dropped our bags and spent the rest of the evening chatting before heading to our ...
At the start of the week I had gone to do the last tedious tasks necessary, which meant waiting for 2 hours to tell the Germans I was leaving their country (only Germans seem to wait for hours and hours to tell their government every little bit of information about their lifes) - however as I was not going straight home it got very confusing as the lady wanted to know if I was registering in Brussels when I ...