Wednesday, October 24, 2007
* The Man With The Wooden Shoes *
Well, I almost never made it on to the plane. I was so tired, emotionally and physically, that I had decided in the three hours prior to leaving that I wasn't going.
My Mum persuaded that I should go though, and after a lot of inner turmoil I was on the plane and feeling sick. I had no time to brush my hair or even do make up. I looked just like my passport picture, minus the pink and purple hair.
I'm just scared of being here alone. It's weird.
But I was greeted at the airport by a man with wooden shoes who is German, and lovely. He and his son live in the house attached to my apartment and they fed me breakfast this morning and brought me to the store to buy some food. Food here is so expensive, it's like i'm paying how much I would in Britain, so it's all 200% of the price of home.
I've not really been outside, it's not that cold. I'm not sure if I will stay here for the entire seven weeks, I might come home early, we'll see what happens though, after Antoinette comes.
The reason I arrived yesterday was to go to a gig tonight, but I'm starting to chicken out of that, but I should go, it's the reason I'm here isn't it?
posted by: Vikki Miller @ 3:06 PM
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