I love Belgium. I've been here a little over a week, and every day is full of exciting adventures. I'm getting better at French, and it's not weird to kiss strangers on the cheek anymore. Also, the chocolate.
Every night, I'm exausted. I sleep deeply and dream sporatically. In the morning, I feel like I've forgotten all my French, and I have to start over. I still have ten days before school starts, and hopefully I'll know enough by then to make some friends.
I've met the other exchange students in my town, and I like them quite a bit. There's a girl from Japan, a boy and a girl from Taiwan, a girl from Peru, and two girls from Brazil. I also really like the adults I've been intoduced to. They're patient and kind and speak slowly (sometimes) so that I can understand.
Yesterday was crazy. I met all the other exchange students in Belgium, some 200 or something. I have a bunch of new pins for my super ugly Rotary jacket. Dude, we looked so freakish in our jackets that random people took pictures of us. But I also met some super cool friends, three other girls from the midwest, and we're organizing a Dungeons and Dragons night. I'm DM, and it's going to be great. (Which reminds me, I wonder if my group at home has found another girl yet. Probably not.)
After touring Bruxelles with the exchange kids, I'm rethinking my decision to go on any of the group trips. I'd rather save the money and go with a group of friends, so instead of travelling with a mob of near strangers, we could do stop for whatever we wanted to see and eat when we got hungry.
Belgian waffles are the greatest things ever. Also, the chocolate.
Last night, my host family took me to the sea to watch fireworks. They were beautiful and the whole thing was timed with classical music. America has nothing on the Belgians when it comes to fireworks. Then we had gelatto. I really like my host family.
I feel my English slipping from me, which is one reason that this blog is choppy and mispelled. It's a weird feeling, forgetting something as fundamental as basic speech. I can't wait until I can communicate better in French.
Until next time,
Greta
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