Hi my favs! Here's a sunny picture from today. I spent yesterday and part of today at our summerhouse with my mom and the dogs and had a really nice and relaxing time. First weekend in AGES that I haven't been out. Though I regret it a bit lol... Typical me. Next weekend for sure, the party animal in me doesn't sleep for long. Tonight I had dinner with my dads side of the family and then saw friends and hung out like old times. <3 Nice to see them all again! Now I'm doing a facemask and soon going to bed to fall asleep infront of some series. This week I'm just working in the school, pretty chill I think. And in the weekend I hope I can work in one of the restaurants I used to work in before. And then going out hehe. Not much going on but that's pretty nice too. Feeling more relaxed than in such a long time, like I can finally breath and think clearly again after being a bit too dragged into the superficial nightclub scene in Paris. It's hard to be so aware of your looks all the time... I enjoy the nature, the calm (even though it's a bit too calm maybe), seeing friends and family and just chilling. This is a good place to come home to, that's for sure. Hope you had a good and fun weekend and have a great and productive week everyone! xx
... Aaaaand I'm finally home. Arrived yesterday and after chilling at home for a while and being reunited with the fam I went straight to work at Mariepark. Finished at 1:30 in the morning after awakening my inner waitress for 7,5 hours. Lots of fun but also pretty tiring I'll tell you. Who knew waitressing would be such a passion of mine huh? Haha. Anyways. So sad I'm not working in Rockoff (our big summer music festival) this year. I think many of last year's team will be there and I just remember those 9 days as the most intense and fun days of my summer. Not to forget the 18 hour long staff party as seen in the pic above. Oh well, I guess Barcelona isn't too bad either.
Today I worked in the school where I got an assistant job for 3 weeks. Good to be back there as well, it always feels like home. After finishing I went to reunite with my dear Dessie after another 6 months apart and then we had coffee with Sarah and Bim. Love my girls that's for sure. Hung out with Dessie the rest of the day before I drove her home and now I'm just doing a facemask. Tomorrow I work in the school and in the evening with Mariepark. Feels good to be earning some money again even though I did work in Paris as well. Later guys!
A less dramatic flight when we went to Frankfurt a couple of weeks ago
Update AGAIN! I'm almost home now, just one more hour on the ferry.
Yesterday I had my flight in the evening from Charles de Gaulle in Paris. It started good when a friend gave me a ride to the train station but from that it just went down. The train out to the airport ended up taking one hour instead of 30 minutes which delayed my plans a bit. No panic at this point though. When I'm going to drop my bagage it's 2,5 kilos overweight even though I had checked it at home. Panic. Cause who wants to pay 70 euros for that? After sleeping 3 hours the past night my condition was pretty fragile so I started crying and the young guy working at the counter let it go for free. Such an angel. On to the security control. For the first time in my life they weighed our cabin bags. Panic. I had 2 kilos overweight here and had to go back to bagage drop to check in another bag. 70 euros. At this point my flight is leaving in 40 minutes and there's a long line so naturally I start to cry again. Get the tag to the bagage and the man is going to give it to me for free (thanks tears!) but when I'm going to drop it he tells me it's too late. He calls the airplane and they say it's too late. I'm speechless and walk off with my bags, upset as never before. For 10 seconds I'm planning to go back to my apartment but then my stubborn self whispers that nothing is impossible so I pull of the luggage tag on my bag and rush back to security for the second time. There's a long line so I pass everyone and say that my flight is in 30 minutes and the staff let me pass straight to the control without checking my luggage weight this time. Still 2 kilos overweight. Of course they have to check one of my bags cause I had liquids but then everything is fine and there's still 20 minutes to my flight so I sprint through the airport to my gate. And guess what? I made it.
So what do we learn from this story excpet that the impossible is possible?
1. Always be ridiculously early in the airport
2. Tears can move mountains
3. Never trust the airport staff
4. Never trust your scale at home
5. Fair play is not always the best way to go