At one moment, it feels perfectly clear that the best way to say goodbyes is to say nothing much at all but to try and be cheerful, and another I regret not expressing my thoughts in a more direct manner, truly putting things to words. I found myself feeling comfortable with a small group of people, even trying to learn how one makes use of pyrotechnics with cocoa powder and a small blow torch (never mind I failed 100%). Bunch of good memories gained from these occasions. I will miss them.
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| Our dinner, Spanish dish made from eggs and potatoes. And the blow torch. |
I've certain list of things and places I want to do and visit again before I leave for home. Some of it I need to do alone, such as a forest trip, but last few days I've tried to interact with people as much as possible; today another picnic and trip to the mall for last minute bargain hunt. I'm fairly sure my suitcase weighs around 17 kg, so so far I've only gained 2 kg worth of matter. I have no need for much, but the Scrooge in me compels me to sniff out opportunities to save money.
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| View from the balcony at evening. Summer is here. |
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