My sister picked me up from the airport to drive me back to my parents house. I did nothing else all day - quite obviously (I'm quite a lazy erson after all). Next day, the madness started. I met Jessica in Tilburg (good old Tilly, where we always meet and always eat and drink at the same places) to have a day full of food, coffee, smoothies and cocktails. Inbetween all the food consumption I bought two bags of pepernoten (yay for Sinterklaas feelings in the UK) and some other small things. No clthes of course, I'm still not allowed and keeping my word. Jessica bought me presents to celebrate I passed my Masters (I love presents!) so I ended up with three bags full of new things (lucky for me my carry on was only half full on my way home).
On Saturday I met Charlotte in Breda to once again eat and drink at not so very original, but still very nice, places. We also watched the musical we were in last year on DVD in her flat (God, I looked awful in that performance) for some good old memories. After dinner at the Italian place we ate izza's many times before I took the train to Helmond to visit Samra so we could go out to an Urban party in Eindhoven. When I got there I was lucky enough to recieve graduation presents again (my friends are the best!). Only when it was almost midnight, we left the house to drive to the party, so that still hasn't changed after al those years. We ended up queueing for 45 minutes to get into the venue (haleluja for us not being Brittish and bringing coats like normal people). The party started of really awesome but the music slowly changed from good R&B and Hiphop remixes to some kind of electro banging that made my ears hurt. So we decided to leave before the party ended (I guess we're getting old) to eat something and cruise back.
Next day it was time to visit sme family here and there so I could see everyone again. Now I'm up for watching a movie and ignoring the urge to visit online clothing shops. Instead I am gonna order a handbook for TEFL, whoop!
Jep, this dear old man arrived in The Netherlands today on his boat. I was lucky enough to be stuck in a Sinterklaas parade twice (both Saturday in Breda and Sunday when we came back from visiting my grandpa). And the Zwarte Pieten did not even give me any sweets!
