Day 75 - (Fri) A (verbal) taste of home
Crunch time -today's the day to perform a poem in poetry class. I've chosen Mulga Bill's Bicycle by Banjo Paterson (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulga_Bill's_Bicycle), about a bloke's awkward (to say the least) first bike ride, in a bid to give an Australian perspective on this country's most-loved pastime. Went down well. I'd forgotten in fact how infectious that kind of Bush poetry can be and was reminded of primary school poetry recitals :P Although, my classmates were grateful for the "actions" that came along with my performance which helped with interpreting my "thick Australian accent"!
That night, a celebration, at Nakita's "new" unit (she moved upstairs, most likely to get away from the mouse taunting her in the unit downstairs!) Twas also the debut of the mini oven - a kitchen appliance we've all been missing badly. Kita spotted one at the store up the road and now its the latest fad in the guesthouse - we've all got one of the microwave sized wonders. Yo don't realise how much you miss grilled-cheese-topped pasta bakes and fresh baked muffins until you're deprived of them for months...
Day 76 - (Sat) My very own hot-box
So of course this morning I went to the shop first thing and bought my own oven!
Day 77 - (Sun) Brunch communist-style
Was a regular Sunday morning spread. All the girls gathered at Andra's for the mst extravigant student brekkie - each bringing a few things to contribute and sharing in cooking duties. Unsurprisingly, I was in charge of pancakes. Katie brought a whole boody tropical harvest (fresh from the market - pineapple, melon, even mango mmm) and of course we had waffles with chocolate spread (for about an 18th of the price we paid in Bruges). Also, the Dutch are fond of what we Aussie's would call fair bread, for breakfast. Except their chocolate sprinkles actually taste like chocolate, bigger than ours, and more velvety mmmm
Stuffed full, I had planned to take part in a uni excursion to a professional Sand Castle competition being held about an hour away by train - but the trip was cancelled last minute :( So instead, I took myself off to the movies, solo .... bad idea ... the only flick showing was "going the distance", a movie about a couple dating long distance ... hrm. Only thing that ameliorated my depression afterwards was chuckling at the thought of the bloke sittng about 4 seats away from me, about my age, also watching this chick flick by himself!
Observations: There is too much poetry out there to ever read ... and only half of it makes any sense to me!
Mistakes: Watching a long-distance rom-com by myself while in a long-distance relationship, half way around the world!
Mini victories: Manging not to cry in said movie!
Dutch I've learnt: "Ik weet 't niet" = "I don't know" (new favourite phrase in class!)
"Kunt u mij zeggen waar de WC is?" = "Can you tell me where the toilet is?" (I should learn this one in all languages!)
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