Letter to Henry.

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Angryness cure.

Pretty Song.Pretty Video

Lovage.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is.

Moody Mood Status? Everyday a little less post-erasmus depressed Best Buy of The Week? Starbucks Soy Vanilla Cream Frappucino... OMNOMNOM Proud of...? Baking thousand walnut cookies for a bday gift and only eating a quarter of them myself and I finally started running again  Listening to...? Elbow's performance @ Rock Werchter Best thing about last week? Catching up with friends and family Best thing about this week? Catching up with more friends and family Funniest thing? My sister who got shoppingcrazy at HM and scared off other customers by running around as an escaped hippie Saddest thing? First year that I'm not a lifeguard during summer
Aim for next days? Not forgetting to take my malaria pills (^^Nicaragua) and starting to get some travel info

Granny

Ghent.

Hometown Glory.

Hometown Glory².

Rainbow from my room.

Antwerp.

Don't forget.

Eugène + Schaar

Sisters in crime.

Last days of magic.

And then it's there before you know it, the day to leave Erasmus paradise. My last weeks in Montpellier I've just been ignoring the fact that day would come and now I'm already 3 days home and I just find myself scrolling the whole day through pictures of these last wicked 5 months.
Last week my dad came to Montpellier to kidnap me back home and finally on tuesday the car drove us back to the country of beer. A car filled with roadsigns, other collected stuff from the past months and a grumpy daughter with loads of precious Erasmus memories spinning trough the back of her head.
Before my lapse into post-erasmus depression, lucky me still did a lot of cool stuff.
Camping on the beach with a bunch of friends, crashing some goodbyeparties, attending "Le Apéro Géant" which was a bit overrated so we all decided to dive into a fountain, a short visit to St. Guilhem Le Désert, buying some muscat for on the way home and then finally attending my own last dinner in Montpellier...

Sunset on the camping night

waking up at the beach.

Apéro Géant

Last Night in Montpellier

Benji and Samuel, hero's for walking home at night over the aqueduc.

So Mr. Erasmus, thanks a lot for these 5 wonderfull months of my life in  beautiful Montpellier but most importantly for all these friendships and hilarious moments carved in my mind untill I get alzheimer. I return back home with this bittersweet itchyness in my mind. Bitter, to know that I won't see all the people I've spent 5 months for a while. But also sweet, cause I'm about to see my loving friends and family back after a long period of abscence.

"Ceci n'est pas une fontaine!"

Friday Wisdom.

Yo para ser feliz quiero un camion...

I know half of Erasmus Montpellier is sitting behind their desks right now (other half lives at Supagro and is laying in their beds curing a hangover from last nights party)but still it's hard to concentrate on my upcoming finals. Especially when your course note's are writtin in your own exotic french and you notice that even bumblebees are sunbathing outside your window while flying with their fluffy asses in the burning sun.
But for every disease there is a cure! In this case the disease is called studying and the cure? Well scrolling through pictures of the days before I had my ass glued on this chair. Days of Sunshine, Chaos and Magic...

Strolling downtown with Laurent, Lien and visiting friend Jan.



Breaking into Hotel Pullman to test if their pool is "swimproof"...
This mission will be continued!

Eating Bagels in France...

Looking at drunk French students who like to climb in statues in the middle of a roundabout at my school.

More strolling through town...

Following strangers to an appartment party in a creepy house...

... and then spending tooo much time in the bathroom to make weird pictures:-)

Spending many nights at Supagro = paradise.

Supagroo²

Supagro³
Here you can see Fernando and Ana dressed in the local Supagro style.

And when it's sundaynight and you've got nothing else to do just go cooking with a bunch of crazy in the coconut people.

And from now on: Monday night = Pleine Lune night

 

Where the music is nice...

  

... and the people cheery

I wish it was already fridayafternoon again. Five more days of motionless staring at a wall. People burn down some candles on thursday and friday cause I have no idea what these french exams are going to be like.

Yo para ser feliz quiero un camion

Yo para ser feliz quiero un camiooooon.

LLevar el pecho tatuado,

En camiseta mascar tabaco.

Yo para ser feliz quiero un camion.

Granny.

Yesterdaynight, just when I arrived at the christmas-market, I received a text messages from my mum that my grandmother is in the hospital again. Bam, that's when the good mood went away.
My grandmother or 'mamie' like whe call her, means everything to us. She lives only 5 minutes away from my parents house and since I was 12 I practically lived there. Now that I study in Ghent, every weekend I stay at my grannie's house :-) In our eyes, she's indestructible. She's 80 years old, but she talks non-stop to everyone who crosses her path, she walks from one store to another to get what she needs, she cooks all day long for us, even if we're not hungry. And everyone just keeps saying, calm down. But it's impossible to keep her still. She's just a bizzy bee.

But indestructible grandmothers also seem to have their weaknesses, two weeks ago she had for the first time in the part of her life where she's supposed to be called "an old lady", a bad experience caused to her age. A little stroke in her brains made her end up in the hospital for a week, nothing really bad happened because they were early with her, but still. I just feel that when older people start to struggle with their health, it's a street with no end. So yesterdaynight I heard that she was in the hospital again, a bleeding in her stomach caused by the medication that she takes. I'm really scared that something terrible will happen. And now that I'm leaving on Erasmus, I feel like I'm leaving her alone. She's really holds our family together. We wouldn't know what to do without her. Can't wait to visit her tonight probably she'll just lay their smiling and talking like 2 weeks ago, pretending like she's on a holiday in some fancy resort in the Bahamas. Our 'mamie' you can't not adore her.