tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57201475288356761992024-03-05T06:43:39.286+01:00Austria and the likeZoe's blog for all those she has left on the other side of the world, to share in her experiences from Österreich, Fachhochschule/FH Salzburg, and the surrounding countries (of course!)Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-72890881045113296762009-02-17T02:31:00.007+01:002009-11-16T23:30:46.089+01:00Destination Unknown: StockholmSo!! Yes, London in ''chaos'' is 2cm of snow that shut down the whole public transport system hahahahah it was hilarious!! Ive been following the cold very well this trip, its snowed in London, then Manchester, then Amsterdam, then in Freddie's hometown- Uppsala (SO BEAUTIFUL!!)<br /><br />The coolest thing we did with Freddie was go walking on a frozen lake- just to emphasise how cold it is Sweden!! I've never walked on a frozen lake, Freddie showed us cracks in the snow and threw a massive snowball at me, we took lots of silly photos of our long shadows, and wrote messages in the snow :)<br /><br />It was so lovely to actually see Freddie's home - it's like a postcard, and his parents are so lovely, even his little fluffy dog was so cute. Rita and I had a good laugh over what baby photo was Freddie - he was the fat baby :P Jordi and I slept out in the little sleepout, the only problem being that the roof was very close to my head, and I hit it when I woke up in the morning (late). Good times!!! Uppsala itself was so beautiful, I LOOOOOVED the cathedral, and we went and watched a game of rugby (England v... I dont remember, Italy?) at a local pub, which was so great! Even though i'd been away from Rugby for so long, I still remembered how to yell at the ref and the good lines of abuse to hurl. The locals were impressed (I think)!<br /><br />Anyway, unfortunately, we didnt spend enough time in Uppsala; we left Freddie and his lovely family home (and his mom's great cooking!) and trained down to Stockholm after hanging out with Freddie all day. When we arrived, we got off the train and walked for (what seemed like) forever in very icy conditions to find out hostel - a boat! It was also so awesome to see, all the water around Stockholm was iced over, it was so impressive, it looked like broken glass!!<br /><br />Anyway, more cold!!! Even though it snowed everywhere I visited on this trip, Stockholm definitely takes the cake though!! It was only -4 degrees, but the wind-chill factor made it more like -12!! On our first day of exploring (Valentines Day), we went to Galma Stan (the Old City), to the side with the Royal's Church, and looked out over the water. We all sat down on the edge of the platform, and it was like sitting on ice! My bum instantly froze! Rita wore her scarf and beanie so close together, all you could see was her eyes! It was such a shame when they left, because I was by myself for a day in Stockholm, and a bit of a loner in the hostel-boat. But i made friends with the French chicks and some crazy dude in my room, had an early night and had a really good look around Galma Stan, took BAZILLIONS of photos and had a really nice lunch with a Swedish lady and her beautiful baby girl, who came and sat next to me and we ended up talking for an hour!<br /><br />My one panic of the day however was when I returned to grab my bags to get to the train station to find my way to the airport... As I should have known, Ryanair departs from the most inconvenient of locations (way out in the middle of nowhere), and after I had a panic about the whereabouts of my bags (they had been moved from the shed where i'd stored them!), I got to the train station and realised the next Ryanair bus to the airport I needed to go to (Vasteras) was only 90mins before my flight was due to leave! But I bought a ticket anyway, and went and looked at the times for trains, just in case. Then I realised there was a train that would get me to Vasteras faster! So I went and bought a train ticket, and got a refund for my bus ticket, planning on hitchhiking or taxiing from the town to the airport (it wasnt far, I was told). I went and got some dinner, and sat by my train... Which didnt depart, or let anyone on. I then asked a local, "Whats going on?"<br />Local- "There's a delay on the line..."<br />Me - "SHIT! How long will it be?"<br />Local- "half an hour..."<br />Me' - "Bugger"<br />Essentially, that would have got me to the airport too late for my flight, so I raced back to the guy I had originally bought my bus ticket from (who also refunded it) and he sold me another one. Then I had no time to go get a refund for my train ticket, so I gave it to him as a thank-you for his patience in my desperation :P As I got on the bus, in my seat next to the window, a British lady sat down next to me. We had a brief conversation about where we were going (Stansted, London), and she mentioned how "This was the only bus for Ryanair, the plane wont leave without us!"<br /><br />Well, someone could have saved me a lot of time and stress if i'd known this sooner!!!!<br /><br />= Zoe FailZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-13939953206320581182009-02-13T02:34:00.004+01:002009-11-16T13:31:29.506+01:00Destination Unknown: Amsterdam"Kylea and I are having a blast in Amsterdam, then i realised you said you'd try be here, and I wanted to rub it in that you missed it!!"<br /><br />This is written (way) after the fact, but I will include the most awesome pictures so it doesnt matter anyway :)<br /><br />Amsterdam was a blast! I can tell all the juicy details, but we did meet some interesting characters - starting with the guy who helped is get from Eindhoven to Amsterdam, on 3 different trains because our line was blocked after a fatal accident. He was reeeeally intense! We were talking to him, but sitting on the other side of the train from him, and he literally lent over the whole isle, and was practically ON Kylea, discussing politics and religion and shit! We were like, "Buddy, we're on our way to Amsterdam, y' hear..."<br /><br />Secondly, and I have to thank this dude for his patience: on the last train from whereever we were to Amsterdam, I put my ticket somewhere really special, but not in the pocket of my jacket that I always put my tickets/boarding passes in! So when he came to check the tickets.... where was mine? SHIT! Kylea and I went through all my travel wallet, pockets, bag, make-up case, camera case, etc etc, and couldnt find it for the life of me! The guy checked the whole train, and came back to me and I was still looking and couldnt find it! OH GOSHHH!!!! He said "Look, I understand you must have a ticket if you're going to these lengths to find it. Just be careful next time, because not all train conductors are as nice as me." THANK YOU KIND SIR!!! And then, as I was thanking him, I remembered I'd put it in my passport, and found it two seconds later, and everyone around me laughed. Ohh well...<br /><br />We arrived without further delay in this beautiful, neon city. Our hostel, "The White Tulip" was easy enough to find (just down the road from a sex shop...). Two Russian's who were staying in our hostel offered "Can you help us?" but meant "Can we help you with your bags" up the staircase. We said no thank-you, which sucked because then we actually <span style="font-style: italic;">saw</span> the staircase!... it was almost as steep as Everest!!! And our rooms were on the third floor...<br /><br />We went to Madame Tussaud's in Amsterdam, by the town hall - WOW!! They really are so impeccable! We got to play with Bob Marley's bongo's, Kylea kissed Justin Timberlake and I kissed Bon Jovi, Robbie Williams, and stole Brad Pitt from Angelina. We both had an intense discussion with George Clooney sitting at a table, and met Nelson Mandella, Barak Obama and Ghandi. It was all very exciting. We went to the Heineken Brewery, took lots of photos of bicycles and tulips and canals and their funny falling over buildings.<br /><br />By night, on the first night, we were such tourists, and took our cameras and went to a 'cafe'. Then we went for a walk, to see if we could find the red light district (thinking it'd be quite hard). Turns out! We were living in the middle of it (We should have known, with the Condom Shop just down the road from our hostel...) Both Kylea and I wandered round this corner, and saw the red windows, then realised they ACTUALLY had women in them! ARGH!!! Thankfully my bag was big enough to hold both our camera's or else we could have got in trouble. It was pretty gross though, some of the women looked disgusting, others looked bored, sitting there filing their nails or talking on the phone. One lady, as Ky and I walked past together, stood up and started making gestures at us! AHHHH, DONT THINK SO<span style="font-style: italic;"> LADY!!!!!!</span> We also had a good laugh seeing some seedy guys come OUT from these windows. SICK! We got lost in the red light district (a whole canal + its side streets!) and it took us ages to get back to the hostel. Awkward...<br /><br />The next day, we were invited in to see a live Sex show by a guy in a suit and practically screamed and ran away; yes we should have been used to it, but we werent. We found a really, really awesome cafe which we went into purely for the aesthetics - im not kidding, we both had a fruit smoothie! This place literally had layer upon layer of scribblings from anyone and everyone who had been there; it was everywhere! On the walls, the roof, the chairs, the pool table, the leather couches!!! It was awesome, and also the view looked right out over a canal, it was really cool. The other funny thing about being in there was seeing these two French guys getting told off for smoking normal cigarettes! "Only Marijuana inside Cafes!" growled the waitress, who then took away their ashtray...<br /><br />All the buildings in Amsterdam are on angles, its so weird to see. Its like when they were building them, they looked too straight, and so they did it purposely. It kind of resembles a bookshelf, where the books <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> fit, but are uncomfortably squashed together and thus bent out of shape...<br /><br />We had intended on going to see Ann Frank's house, but thought it would put a dampner on a happy holiday, so we left it. Plenty of time to see it, I figure...<br /><br />I dont remember leaving Amsterdam, but Kylea had to go back to Salzburg, and I had to go onwards and upwards (geographically) to Sweden, to see my other lovely friends!!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-67423925113650275792009-02-11T02:36:00.001+01:002009-11-16T13:57:28.790+01:00Destination Unknown: MacclesfieldSo, you know how I said I was so happy to get home the night of Waitangi Day celebrations?? Yyyyeahhhh... Woke up at 8am, and blatantly turned my alarm off. 10:15am, I wake up in a mad panic and realise I have 45 minutes to bus to Finsbury Park, then tube to Victoria Station and get on the coach in time. And I hadnt printed out my ticket yet. SHIT!!<br /><br />I made it out the door in record time. Except I didnt clean my teeth and felt gross. But these sacrifices need to be made. Got to the bus stop in record time also, cos its a good 5 minute walk with luggage. Ran and jumped on the bus, so happy to have made it. Its only 10:25 so my chances look good of getting my bus. Eh, WRONG!! I slap a £20 note down the little table thing, and explain to mister driver that my morning's been shit and im in a total rush and im so gla--- what was that?? "You have to buy your ticket from that machine" (points out the door.) Shit. Ok, unload junk from the bus, open wallet. No coins. Run across to Boots to swap the 20, and the second bus drives past. Shit. At this stage, I run to Starbucks next door to use their loo, seeing as the next bus is coming in 13 minutes. Now the chances of making the bus are minimal...<br /><br />Right I am. Because once I get to the train station, i need a ticket, then the tube takes forever to GET to Victoria Station, and once there, its a solid ten minutes down the road to the Coach station, so eventually I arrived there at 11:20am. Ohhhh well.... I got the 12pm one for only £12, so that was handy dandy.<br /><br />EXCEPT!! I got some food and saved it for the 4 1/2 hour bus journey. This also included 2 magazines, a mars bar and a bag of gummies (ok, so i was pissed of at missing the bus and splurged, so sue me!) haha. Anyway, I get to my bus gate, at the other end of the terminal (more walking) We walk outside, and im standing in line for the bus. Thankfully, after learning my lesson from Disaster Day 1, i ask the girl infront of me, "this is the bus going to Manchester, yeah?"<br />"ahh, no, its going to Cardiff"<br />"Oh, thats not on the way to Manchester?"<br />"Err, no."<br />As it turns out, Cardiff is in the West, while Manchester is in the North... Like I would know that!!<br /><br />After double checking I got on the right bus, the guy comes walking down the isle and goes, "so you're all going to Liverpool, yeah!!" I almost slogged him one :P<br /><br />Anyway, I got the last seat on the bus next to a window, and this lovely 'plump' Indian lady came and sat next to me... So i take out my sammie, chow down cos this was breakfast and i deserved it after the horror start and mild hangover I was enduring. THEN! This lady takes out a needle from her bag, stands up, pulls up her Sari and INJECTS HERSELF IN THE LEG!!!!!! ARGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHILE IM EATING MY 6-INCH CHICKEN SUB!!!!!! EUGH!!!!!!!!!!! After the inital shock wore off, Chubbs sits down, smiles at me, and proceeds to eat at least 5 danish pastries, while eying up my Mars bar...<br /><br />Anyway, the rest of the ride was fine, i caught a few more Z's and woke up to ask the dude behind me where we had stopped-- "Burmingham" oh ok, back to sleep :) "Wait, no, sorry, we're in Manchester. Shit!! Off I jump, then get quite lost cos we happened to depart at some random street and from there I wandered aimlessly trying to find Piccadilly and the bus to Macclesfield...<br /><br />I found it, and the weird 4-eyed dude told me this is where I needed to wait. Liar, 30 minutes later my bus drives straight past me!! So i cabbed it to the train station and jumped on the train to Macclesfield. Then put my iPod in and almost missed the stop (thanks to the lady accross the isle from me, I didnt!)<br /><br />Jenny met me at the station, we had a lovely wee catch up before arriving in this sweet little village just out of Macclesfield (still part of it but far nicer) Annie was waiting in the living room when I arrived (after I played with Jake and Poppy, the dogs, for a little bit) It was so lovely to see her, and it was nice and warm in her house!! The fire was burning, and after Richard came in, carrying mud in on his shoes, we cracked open some bubbles and drank champange!! How classy :)<br /><br />We went to dinner in a local restaurant where Annie and Richard knew Kath (?) who'd owned and run it for yeeears and Annie knew her kids names and what they did and when they were born... Really odd experience for me, having grown up in a big city and not knowing my neighbours, it seems like everyone here knows everyone else!<br /><br />Too right I was!! The next day:<br /><br />"Hahaha sorry honey, ive also been out of communicado- hangin out in a 16th century amaaaaaazing home made of stone and fantastic-old-ness-stuff up in Macclesfield, north of Manchester. Having the best time in England!!!!!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Again, this next bit is written post-fact, but memories and happiness are still strong :)</span><br /><br />The next day, Annie decided she was going to take me out for a drive and show me the sights of an English countryside. I figured it'd be similar to NZ, but not really, considering I've never lived anywhere where it snows (in New Zealand, not Austria!)... She made the most filling breakfast of fresh eggs, bacon, baked beans, and toast with English Marmite (its runny, like honey!), and I read the papers and drank yummy coffee. We embarked a little while later, after i'd gone to see the hounds (so cute, but so smelly with all the poo) and went for a wander around the grounds, and took lots of photos of the mad dogs and beautiful snow-covered hills.<br /><br />We drove to see Richards sister, and almost got snowed in because the snow began to fall at an alarming rate. Then, we went to the Hanging Gate, a little bar in the middle of nowhere, that Annie and my Dad went to about 30 years ago! It was so sweet, very quaint, and if you were taller than 6ft, you'd have a problem standing. We had a drink, but couldnt stay too long because the snow, wow! By the time we got home, it was quite heavy and there was enough of it to make a snowman! Jenny and I named him Morris, from Macclesfield. He had a very big head, coal eyes and teeth (even though Jake the dog kept stealing the coal and EATING it!) and he even had a hat (a bucket) and arms and a scarf! It was all very exciting :)<br /><br />I loved seeing all the old, old photos on the stairwell of Richard's family; its so weird to think that this house is older than New Zealand's civilisation! It was beautiful, I cant wait to go back...Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-4091370662013758172009-02-08T04:41:00.005+01:002009-11-16T22:53:50.040+01:00Destination Unknown: LondonOnce again, thanks to general slackness and the lack of computer access, I write this after the fact. But for all intents and purposes, Ill write it as though its present tense. I digress...<br /><br />WAHHH!!!!! Off I go to London town!! Tobi, the lovely guy he is, dropped me at the airport with enough time for me to check in, grab a latte and have a sammie :) The flight was OK and took about an hour and a half, the landing (as we've had some dodgy ones in the past) was fine, and I met this lovely lady in the elevator while i was confused to buggery while trying to find the train station. She was Polish, and when on the train, she showed me where I needed to go (Stansted Express to Tottenham Hale, then tube to Finsbury Park) Sweeg, no worries there... She even happened to be going my way so I got on the right tube!<br /><br />Then we parted ways, and my first journey to an unknown land turned from looking promising to looking like a disaster. No shit, I caught the W3 bus. It said on the timetable it went via Crouch End!!<br /><br />Apparently not. Because I ended up, 45 minutes later, and at the suggestion of this old dude next to me, getting off at Tottenham Cemetry. WAH!!! Dammit. I crossed the road, looked totally befuddled, and this lovely woman told me the way to get to Crouch End from my current predicament/location. Catch the 261 to Turnpike Lane, then the 41 to Green Park (?) then the somethingelse to Crouch End. Poor Debs got a blow-by-blow account of my journey via text, as I slowly made my way to her side of town...<br /><br />3 hours and 45 minutes after getting off the plane in Stansted, I got off the whateveritscalled bus in Crouch End. And, about to wet my pants after holding on from SALZBURG!! I ran into the local KFC, where Debs came and found me to avoid any further directional disasters. YAY!!<br /><br />We got to her and Charley's darling flat, drank red wine and ate yummy asian cuisine, and chatted about jobs and travels and studies and such... Then we all collapsed into our respective beds and I was honestly out like a light...<br /><br />Oh, did I mention this journey (after the Stansted express) cost me £11? When i could have, and was going to, get a daily travel ticket for £6... Dammmmmmiiiiiiitttttt! I also asked 9 different people for directions during my epic journey through London suburbia :P<br /><br />So! My first big adventure through London was, by all accounts, a failure. However, i made my way into London central the next day with very few "argh!" moments :) and once there, AHHHH! SO HAPPY!!!!! I was so excited about seeing places I recognised... from the Monopoly board!! hahaha... So, I got off at Leicester Square and walked down Coventry Street to Piccadilly Circus. What a let down. Its like its trying to be Times Square, with these huge animated billboards. But its so lame, and really only McDonalds and Coke were advertising their wares...<br /><br />Continuing on, (snapping photos constantly) I walked down Regent Street to St James Park. This is where I had my first and hopefully only encounter with a squirrel, which had no tail. It was cute and reminded me of those books I used to read by Beatrix Potter... So i was taking all these photos of Stumpy (the tailless Squirrel) and crouched down... Then he came closer and I was so excited (it made a great photo!) Then I finished taking photos and got up to walk away, and Stumpy followed me down the path. When I realised, i turned around, and then Stumpy climbed up my leg!!!! ARGHH!! I didnt want to be rude to my little friend, but it was quite awkward!! But once he realised I had nothing for him to eat, he buggered off pretty promtly. Then I saw Stumpy's fuller-tailed friend do the same to some old guy, and took a photo. Hahaha.<br /><br />Anyway, on I walked, and eventually came back onto The Mall, which leads to Buckingham Palace. Which was a let down so im not gonna go on about it. I walked up Victoria Street and saw Westminster Abbey. I was so excited (as most know, I have a weird fixation with churches) but it was 12 quid to get in. FLAG!!!!!! Ohh, but I could pretend I was a worshipper and get in for free, because the sign clearly stated that they cant charge people to worship. Pfffft. What if i was a worshipping tourist? However, from here I did get to see the Houses of Parliament (fancy pants!) and Big Ben, which was shorter but more beautiful than I had expected.<br /><br />I got on the Westminster tube to Blackfriars, walked over the Millenium Bridge, and went to the TATE MODERN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could go on and on and on (and on, probably) about how fantastic the Tate was. I saw some of my favourite artists work (Picasso, Joan Miro, Anselm Kiefer, Pollock...) And for the first time, i really got to experience Minimalism, which I found really intriguing. And it made a nice change from seeing lots of old artwork... My favourite minimalist one was just four cubes, made out of mirrors. It had that endless effect and when you stood in the middle of all four, there were feet EVERYWHERE! hahaha...<br /><br />By the time I left the Tate, it was freekin cold and thus I decided to boost it home, as Ky and Anna were also in town and we were planning on going out to celebrate Waitangi Day (apparently its the thing to do if your an expat. Even the Aussies join in!!) So I got dolled up (washed my hair and then realised my hairdryer didnt have the right adaptor, so i dried my hair on the heating rail in the lounge) caught the bus to the tube, (met a lovely lady at the bus stop, too!) then eventually made it to Charing Cross to meet the girls. From there we walked all the way back to Leicester Square (where I had changed tubes to get to Charing Cross anyway) and we found this bar called.... Walkabout? I dunno, something lame, but it was in a church, and it was apparently where all the Kiwi and Aussies hang out! So we went in and got cheap drinks and I saw they had Steinlager!! Which made me laugh...<br /><br />We dance dance danced the night away, and I got attention from a cute yet severely drunken Brazillian whos name consisted of an R and a few L's... we left about 4? I dunno, but it was cold and I was so happy to get home (at the right place, just the wrong stop, and walked for ages!) But oh well, not too shabby :)<br /><br />And thus, I go to Manchester tomorrow at 11am on the bus to see Charley's mom Annie, her stepdad Richard, and sister Jenny. They live in Macclesfield, in a really old house that I visited when I was about 6ish years old. And apparenlty all I did was have a bath and fall asleep. So! Im excited :PZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-83013055055641353752009-01-30T02:22:00.002+01:002009-01-30T02:38:38.508+01:00My future...Being in Austria, i've figured out a couple of things. Parents, if you read this, please dont hate me and these plans are not finalised or concrete in any way. But, I do want to fulfill them as best I can, because at the end of the day, I live once and once only as me, and I want to have the best life so when im old and cant walk, I have interesting stories to tell :)<br /><br />The way i see it, I dont want to stay in NZ forever. I want to come back to Europe. To see all I can and experience all I can and meet all the people I can. Ok, so I graduate with a degree in Communications. I would hope that could get me somewhere. But, at the same time, I do NOT want to end up in my 30s with a fat ass resenting the last 10 years of my life. <br /><br />I wont be in Europe forever either. I will work here, I will travel, and I will return to NZ or Australia or somewhere, and settle. But, while im young, agile and silly, I want to make the most of my chances.<br /><br />So, when I get back to New Zealand on Feb 25th 2009, I need to do a few things:<br /><ul><li>JOIN A GYM!!!!! Im so unfit its ridiculous</li><li>Find a babysitting job</li><li>Set up my own house-sitting service</li><li>Sort out my uni timetable so I can fit working at Trends around that</li><li>Get a car!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and go on a road trip-- tan??!)</li><li>And, eventually, graduate...</li></ul>I think that, if I can get paid to look after peoples houses, and babysit on top of that, and then work saturday or one day a week at Trends, ill be good.<br /><br />In my final year of Comms, I need to work on doing my best, but also having a good time this year. No holding back. I need to explore my country, hang with my family, party with my friends, and then, in 2010- im getting back into SAVINGS FOR EUROPE!!!!!!!<br /><br />The countdown is on, baby!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-47860457273425725082009-01-18T12:51:00.008+01:002009-01-18T15:31:02.500+01:00The Progress ReportOK! So now that im a big 20 year old, I have buckled down and done some work - finally :P Whoever said I came here to party, this is to prove you (half) wrong :) I have compiled a list of work I have to do, my deadline is Jan. 22nd; the real deadline set by the FH is Jan 29th.<br /><br />Last night at 2:09am I finished my sketch of Marilyn Monroe that I had to do for Materials and Ausdruck. Personally, I think its the best sketch i've ever done. And because of this, I took 'progress' photos, which I think is quite interesting :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqfTP6PTSIs4stscgblxNoyij6PMMkmUFt1LKgu3BEvwwssJMbyKGsHwEgY97OTVH-vsVq6bzoKUKOAp_-HlQxSvj-IjIzm_16FW5gbZiXrmmVsniqmuhcEN_aTAuMX8xjpCW958pcwc/s1600-h/16012009(002).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqfTP6PTSIs4stscgblxNoyij6PMMkmUFt1LKgu3BEvwwssJMbyKGsHwEgY97OTVH-vsVq6bzoKUKOAp_-HlQxSvj-IjIzm_16FW5gbZiXrmmVsniqmuhcEN_aTAuMX8xjpCW958pcwc/s320/16012009(002).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292601846624524354" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinq_85O3oPi-hmbuKQBARWNAen5IClIG4ZEgFXRMVpXWWL07FcE1GO00NsPyvGSyGldGY5H80hBqs65d6psJ6BOOMQlQ9cIfxNHvLPehBaXrj4kkyISZnKm70KyMhKvB4WYn2bqpv884/s1600-h/16012009(003).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinq_85O3oPi-hmbuKQBARWNAen5IClIG4ZEgFXRMVpXWWL07FcE1GO00NsPyvGSyGldGY5H80hBqs65d6psJ6BOOMQlQ9cIfxNHvLPehBaXrj4kkyISZnKm70KyMhKvB4WYn2bqpv884/s320/16012009(003).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292601847967972354" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTJfOcEb0TQ3rjimMddcTPBgQQXl4Ueagpdtf21dozD3u__v2qusB2_LKvlgYB5u13MqO16iqwvyNxie88roj97xJJ-4H9wtNJlcalDxwyfZJnQzduZeGwNyIJ86St9LRFyjJD6pL4yY/s1600-h/16012009(004).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTJfOcEb0TQ3rjimMddcTPBgQQXl4Ueagpdtf21dozD3u__v2qusB2_LKvlgYB5u13MqO16iqwvyNxie88roj97xJJ-4H9wtNJlcalDxwyfZJnQzduZeGwNyIJ86St9LRFyjJD6pL4yY/s320/16012009(004).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292601844821771650" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52FeqkT5zh_xmuM3Sf6-57HDXIv97iN-8YCg90yx2vWsbFLeZW6-OUCH8otygmkk6SF1tEd8S_p-7aUJYxM-LTiS756KrRWXgEV1htDJYgRMGyBUjTsORZq33BpdKkR0O4VYVctIVbM8/s1600-h/18012009(001).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52FeqkT5zh_xmuM3Sf6-57HDXIv97iN-8YCg90yx2vWsbFLeZW6-OUCH8otygmkk6SF1tEd8S_p-7aUJYxM-LTiS756KrRWXgEV1htDJYgRMGyBUjTsORZq33BpdKkR0O4VYVctIVbM8/s320/18012009(001).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292601835808558274" border="0"></a><br />I finished Hugo, my oil painting, the day before my birthday at 2:54am. I like it, aside from the teeth which remind me somewhat of a horse. But, ehhhh! Cant be bothered touching it up for fear of messing it up further.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3quIdXdQqF_hvpC53tGEYAHt7P_Z09VNpw-iv6mnaaaHR4Ff-BoMzXPczeWUgEsHA6ren37ROTZ3n-AoRFnS9WbcCkm9fySufVjRd6vomSpu3HOQ-4edFuVvefZcVP0Z_iZ5hSOcXps/s1600-h/CIMG0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3quIdXdQqF_hvpC53tGEYAHt7P_Z09VNpw-iv6mnaaaHR4Ff-BoMzXPczeWUgEsHA6ren37ROTZ3n-AoRFnS9WbcCkm9fySufVjRd6vomSpu3HOQ-4edFuVvefZcVP0Z_iZ5hSOcXps/s320/CIMG0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292601839024841538" border="0"></a><br />I've almost finished my class for Customer Relations Communication... After sitting through the first class (torture, thanks to my birthday hangover) I quite like it, and hope that I understand the assignment! The funniest part of class: I went with them to the Bräustübl Tavern in Mülln- a famous beer garten- on Thursday :) My class invited me to come along and they invited the tutor along too!! It was so fun. They're all lovely and older than me- about to graduate with Masters! We had good conversation, about politics and history and beer... :)<br /><br />I completed my poster for Design Compilation on Jan 11th too, its kind of like what I did last semester with Visual Communication. My tutor said he liked it, which is a good sign... Its a stupid class, but in the end we did come up with a marketing concept and did some interesting things, so... Good :) (I cant seem to upload it with the normal colours, it goes blue and green, so- grrr!)<br /><br /><br />Yesterday (a Saturday), believe it or not, this party-mad lunatic <font style="font-style: italic;">cancelled</font> the party for this evening because she spent 12 hours working in the third floor common room with Wolfy to finish our group project!! We painted Super Mario Land, and after it dries we are going to paint our own characters into the area. I'm going to draw a flying sheep above the door... We finished in the wee hours of the morning, I got home at 1am, but that was after taking off all the masking tape lines, picking up all the shit from all over the floor, attacking each other with the blue paint, etc etc. And, as I write this, I'm still covered in paint. A good look :)<br /><br />Thus, I am very happy right now, because crossing things off my To Do list is very satisfying! Only Media Mix and a few more art pieces to finish! WOOHOO!!<br /><br />And, in other news:<br /><ul><li>TASHA MIGHT COME AND VISIT!!! But thats all I know thus far..!!!<br /></li><li>It got so cold here, the river FROZE!! It was insane!</li><li>I have a couch surfer coming to stay!! His name is Dave, 19 from London, and he arrives on Wednesday to sleep on my couch :)<br /></li><li>We went to Germany to party for Tobi's birthday on Friday</li></ul>BEST BIT OF NEWS: I <span style="font-style: italic;">DROVE</span> THEM HOME!!!!!!! It was even a manual!! Which was weird changing gears with my right hand, and admittedly I did stall, but only ever in the car park!! I even did a U-turn, Three point turn, and a parallel park- which was GOOD! HAHAHA So happy :) Did I mention I was the only sober one, and had 4 people in the back seat? Kylea was a pillow, and Kathi did not stop screaming the whole way. But it was fine, I stuck to the speed limit and Kathi didnt die of a heart-attack!<br /><br />Think thats it :)Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-12481426258135359562009-01-12T00:17:00.000+01:002009-01-18T15:32:01.746+01:00My Birthday- Summer in Winter!!Whoaaaa what a day!! Firstly, I couldnt really grasp the whole extra-long birthday, so it didnt feel right talking about my birthday when, in Austrian time, it wasnt :P<br /><br />Secondly, I cant believe im 20 years old. Jeeeeeez! <br /><br />Thirdly, and this was my favourite part. My darling friends here are way too cute. Anna, Sarah and Ky-unit were gonna come over and say happy birthday at 12, but i was tired and two of them were too, but Ky came over and was so sweet, we discussed wrinkles and aging... Then Jordi shows up at my door with cake (from Spain!!), two cards (Ace, my nickname) and this FANTASTIC cd called Rhythms Del Mundo, which is some of my favourite songs REMIXED to the Buena Vista Social Club!!! AHHHH!!!!!!! I was so happy and suprised, it was so thoughtful!! And the cake- so good!<br /><br />Anyway, day was lovely, SUCH good weather (all things considered, like, the fact that it was covered in SNOW!) I went into Salzburg to find some decorations for the party, Summer themed!! Everyone in NZ was telling me how lovely the weather was, 30 degrees, sunny, bla bla bla<br /><br />I got lots of things, it was so nice cos i really didnt expect anything, just one hella-good party!! I got Spanish cake and this awesome CD from Jordi, then he and Oriol got me a Football Club Barcelona shirt (not cheap!) AND got my name and 20 on the back!! hehe i was so happy... Anna made me cupcakes that looked like eggs (the icing) cos eggs are my favourite food, and MAN so super yummy, and she got me this necklace ive loved for ages :) Ky got me little gifts from Venice and Florence i didnt go there, and chocolate, i got a clock from Venice (special glass, so pretty), a diary from Portugal, these really cute bracelets, LOTS of wine, chocolate and lollies, and a voucher for this store I like :) Ma gave me money, Dad got me my camera when he came over here, I was very spoilt :)<br /><br />We had the BEST Party!!! Started in my room about 8, Marcin all dressed like an Aussie with his boardies, open shirt, 'beach hair' and sunnies, I was in my swimsuit and had my footless tan tights on, to give the illusion that i had sock tan!! (When, in reality, i have no tan anywhere...) Anna brought over the cupcakes and we all drank and ate Eggs :P We went to the common room, where lots of other people were sitting down, and so we just plugged in the music and started celebrating :)<br /><br />The highlights for me were going outside and taking photos of all of us in the snow; Jordi, Marcin and Roger running through the snow in their underwear; making snow angels; and having Happy Birthday sung to me five times- three in English, once in German, and once in Norwegian!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-51059594493043021052009-01-01T16:39:00.003+01:002009-04-13T01:02:20.515+02:00BARCELONAAAAA!!!!!My favourite location thus far, even more so than the wonder and splendor of Paris!!<br /><br />This might have been thanks to Oriol, who was the best tour guide we could have asked for :) He picked us up from the airport (in Girona, 45 minutes away from the city) showed us around his city, took us to meet his friends and out for dinner, and he organised for us to celebrated New Years with him at his friend Tashu's home...<br /><br />We caught up with Jordi and Sarah outside our hostel; I was so happy to see Jordi, it was like a lovers reunion (I was told)... I screamed, dropped my suitcase and ran towards his open arms :P I think it was just the joy of seeing my best friend... Shit, imagine how the reunion will go after a few years, let alone a few days!!<br /><br />We had a really great late lunch at the Harbour (all floating, they made like, 55ha of commercial space and stuff- even a Marina and an iMax!!) Anyway, this was an all you can eat, and it was FRESH!! I had this whole plate-load of salad- YUMMMM considering we'd had Pizza, Pasta, Pasta, Panini, etc etc for such a long time!<br /><br />After eating all we could, we went for a lovely walk around the Old City, saw some cool break-dancing street performers, beautiful lights, got excited by all the shops, and the Market down La Rambla, the main street in Barcelona. There were even pet shops set up, selling all sorts of animals- Iguanas, ducklings, tortoises & turtles, gerbals-- the list goes on!!<br /><br /><br />(3:30pm, like i said, we worked on Spanish time!)Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-1550048407162293822008-12-29T12:48:00.000+01:002009-01-15T12:53:58.930+01:00Real Madrid!!Welcome to Spain, Kiwi Three!!<br /><br />Well, we arrived late in the day, and somehow managed the three metro trains to get to Magdalena, the street from which we would find our hostel... After a brief moment of disorientation, we found our way to this quaint little hostel, which really was more like a hotel. We had our own room, with four beds, and it was really nice to have our own space.<br /><br />By this stage it was about 11pm, and we were HUNNNNNGRYYYYYY!!! We had yet to orientate ourselves with Spanish time, and so we went in search of food. Thankfully, we had wandered past a little cafe at the bottom of the road, and decided to go there. This place smelt good, and even though they didnt speak one word of English, we managed to order "potatas bravas" (baked potatoes with a spicy tomato sauce) Kylea had a Spanish Tortilla (looked goooood!) and Anna and I ordered this amazing tapas-style plate, with 5 typical Spanish dishes- Croquettas, Ruska salata, some type of chicken nibbles, etc etc...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJrOrttxRkiqVqn9ShEpPp6dDvsTijSIjjT0kO7fkatHq2m2n3b_OSYr9_5X3-A6sMlXR7dcjWzBLujJcFDf6jTfqS50Vz0jr6skoNykaF2n7LeFE3mSuDi5viQyWzWuuU26hhVqsgoo/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJrOrttxRkiqVqn9ShEpPp6dDvsTijSIjjT0kO7fkatHq2m2n3b_OSYr9_5X3-A6sMlXR7dcjWzBLujJcFDf6jTfqS50Vz0jr6skoNykaF2n7LeFE3mSuDi5viQyWzWuuU26hhVqsgoo/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440746302517442" border="0" /></a><br />It was in our little Spanish restaurant that we met some very cool Americans- Kaare (pronounced Corey) and Steve. They are engineers from Orlando, Florida, and it was actually because of their divine intervention that we even ate anything from the restaurant, because Kaare came over and helped us order. We invited them to sit at our table and we spent the next hour and a half chatting and laughing and learning how much life in America is like living in a bubble...!! We wandered round Madrid with them for a little after dinner, but it was cold so we parted ways. But it was lovely to meet them, and perhaps one day we will meet again :)<br /><br />After a really good sleep in (till 2pm!) we organised ourselves and went for a wander around Madrid. It wasnt particularly beautiful, or clean (there is so much graffiti!) but we enjoyed ourselves. However, as we meandered through this cute park with a big lake in the middle (with paddle boats that we wanted to go on, but it was shut) it started raining! We sought shelter in this really beautiful little church which was entirely decorated by mosaic tile! I was very impressed. We also found this fantastic little chocolate shop and got a hot chocolate, which was like the ones at Chocolate Boutique in Parnell: Entirely melted chocolate!! So amazing, but it was so rich, I couldnt finish it!! (Yes, believe it or not, Zoe threw out chocolate...!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9-zmfW5C1KBQmN2lBwHfelxfygtfhra0qOFoXJ-nEd_2Fs12ODMV0sqkc4NHvG2rtMpPnH8CAmiiil7tX3B-48lPH7hC8du2tT_NhAANqYMxmm5K5N5ocpT6AZjsM5Jb7QbKjiaMQa4/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9-zmfW5C1KBQmN2lBwHfelxfygtfhra0qOFoXJ-nEd_2Fs12ODMV0sqkc4NHvG2rtMpPnH8CAmiiil7tX3B-48lPH7hC8du2tT_NhAANqYMxmm5K5N5ocpT6AZjsM5Jb7QbKjiaMQa4/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440733285754786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFZuf04jVlqxgyxnR57fOXGC05cnhA3ulrqq1RW-0yxOVpjO0c1zEkSGiBF1qqaM7QlfjSRb2z8BA24QU5PXOki-SFCbq-yb35jEje7X7UTTuAs9V7Ri2OHVmHQj-KZGZqi9cklJi6cI/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFZuf04jVlqxgyxnR57fOXGC05cnhA3ulrqq1RW-0yxOVpjO0c1zEkSGiBF1qqaM7QlfjSRb2z8BA24QU5PXOki-SFCbq-yb35jEje7X7UTTuAs9V7Ri2OHVmHQj-KZGZqi9cklJi6cI/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440742040576626" border="0" /></a><br />This city, I swear, comes alive at night time! We had the best time as soon as it got dark (and we got our chocolate hit) it was SO beautiful! Kylea and I suddenly became complete loonies with our camera's and snap-snap-snapped away for so long, I swear Anna got bored standing round :P It was really the lights, it brought all the buildings to life, gave them these fantastic personalities that were so different to the 'ordinary' buildings which looked just like the ones in Paris and Rome...<br /><br />This said also, the greatest thing we did in Madrid was the €12 Pub Crawl!! (€12, or €10? I dont remember, it was cheap either way!) It got us into three bars and a nightclub at the end of it all, with a drink at each bar! It was fantastic, and so pumping, with GREAT music, and all the people we met-- more Americans (brothers), some guys from Singapore, three brothers from France who-- DANCED LIKE ROBERT!!! Hahahah :P There were also two cute Brazilians (that country is amazing, i have to go there...) The best guys though were this gay couple from America, they were so friendly and lovely and danced with us and it was a right riot!! The other thing we noticed (after we got home!) was the fact that there was a complete imbalance in the men to women ratio, so that was nice :P ha ha ha<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3jFo7WeyA2IYJT2AtkAK4GKlbkiRsri4mqk7Lx50B6oP7nWv4CM266fDPsfrcfcXmcqdH6MZkPGjWuFMVlrzpxDYVL0AbxJQmT_L1nVygjVwk5rwbjUE1ZPp3mnSUtTO1-bnx2Cdv0Y/s1600-h/CIMG0126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3jFo7WeyA2IYJT2AtkAK4GKlbkiRsri4mqk7Lx50B6oP7nWv4CM266fDPsfrcfcXmcqdH6MZkPGjWuFMVlrzpxDYVL0AbxJQmT_L1nVygjVwk5rwbjUE1ZPp3mnSUtTO1-bnx2Cdv0Y/s320/CIMG0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291485619226533634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySSts9DwzRIBY2DoavLsPm8SJcIOBFhCvh9ZqdrHf_n6RtyKCXfjiIs2Y4NqL9rYFJ7ZGXysmmmOKf45e6RjxVws9ngMTVN3_1zYL3peLVuHuvhdfnA5hGBksla2208VCCMf4NCXwDFU/s1600-h/CIMG0128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySSts9DwzRIBY2DoavLsPm8SJcIOBFhCvh9ZqdrHf_n6RtyKCXfjiIs2Y4NqL9rYFJ7ZGXysmmmOKf45e6RjxVws9ngMTVN3_1zYL3peLVuHuvhdfnA5hGBksla2208VCCMf4NCXwDFU/s320/CIMG0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291485612436976674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinU97ntJ75DwyE_UP4xPMBlIXcwHvRkVBB4_kCRp6r9QdlgTIJSWqPJlxQykOBGhOwwvoMgEbmNUUuBXAOy8pF-N-caaXFaithpffJRuDbeeU08A3-Sn9k4ViBIAQCdDsSL1BnkqWQ3jM/s1600-h/CIMG0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinU97ntJ75DwyE_UP4xPMBlIXcwHvRkVBB4_kCRp6r9QdlgTIJSWqPJlxQykOBGhOwwvoMgEbmNUUuBXAOy8pF-N-caaXFaithpffJRuDbeeU08A3-Sn9k4ViBIAQCdDsSL1BnkqWQ3jM/s320/CIMG0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291485609453624658" border="0" /></a><br />Oh well!! At the end of it all, we got home at (a very responsible time of) 4am, even though we had to back-track because we had no idea where we were, and couldnt find Magdalena... Oh well :P The sleep in was great, and we had a 'late' check out of 11am so packed all our stuff, showered, and made our way back to the airport, a little hungover but nothing a coffee and greasy food couldnt fix!! (this is our breakfast-- never rely on airport food for a good and healthy recovery...)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRn3MDp8yN4Gm2pYYr2fFVC7WE_wEEMOpSvxvIGmlATC3hCnhywwpg34oMmd0Ct7lJmcj7xrUjC2e5f6HWzJuxkfs3Mti_q95AHgGW7JQxxQx86zeJlFScgHVTp_FN3rEXatWqJ1JRxk/s1600-h/DSC_0300_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRn3MDp8yN4Gm2pYYr2fFVC7WE_wEEMOpSvxvIGmlATC3hCnhywwpg34oMmd0Ct7lJmcj7xrUjC2e5f6HWzJuxkfs3Mti_q95AHgGW7JQxxQx86zeJlFScgHVTp_FN3rEXatWqJ1JRxk/s320/DSC_0300_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291486768544950210" border="0" /></a><br />PS look at the people sleeping behind Anna- HAHAHA the guys sleeping with his hand in his pants!!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-57101199647533831062008-12-27T12:49:00.001+01:002009-01-13T23:07:33.157+01:00Gay Paris!This is the story of Anna's birthday, full of trains, planes and alcohol from bottles.<br /><br />We rose that morning, packed our bags and checked out of St Sebastians... As it was Anna's 20th birthday, and we were in France, home of the most amazing patisseries in the world, we walked to the end of the street to see what we could find... BINGO!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cJBZEZa1sRc_3Sr73iwTloEuf3qsVDgW8LR4AitP87XYW6SHNBmMCfCYC4Ho1sAEUDzLc3ICx6DmHzfXa6xVHSH819_0kLfL9OiJ-sFP6-yNKCSRogL27fRdOPieo5M1O4hxENpbedA/s1600-h/DSC_0111_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cJBZEZa1sRc_3Sr73iwTloEuf3qsVDgW8LR4AitP87XYW6SHNBmMCfCYC4Ho1sAEUDzLc3ICx6DmHzfXa6xVHSH819_0kLfL9OiJ-sFP6-yNKCSRogL27fRdOPieo5M1O4hxENpbedA/s320/DSC_0111_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373865183382130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEEGRmJ_s15AvVWEf3Qcrulc08s-SKFUCwV1ie-scSiCrk_aArIr8zSJfQ5Lw_33JjhXM4FqA7v6Ie1oevuYm2DvxwN1rjIKyUaAvD3plgvDA-I8NUZPb0Eh0LfON0hdL5A8rVJ2Lb_M/s1600-h/DSC_0115_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEEGRmJ_s15AvVWEf3Qcrulc08s-SKFUCwV1ie-scSiCrk_aArIr8zSJfQ5Lw_33JjhXM4FqA7v6Ie1oevuYm2DvxwN1rjIKyUaAvD3plgvDA-I8NUZPb0Eh0LfON0hdL5A8rVJ2Lb_M/s320/DSC_0115_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373869692626546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTbQZsStRi-_cwUGGGXl8iBLLMBbNBQagMyCfwkJi31hiPF9ile8qa1ZxIr104OfghM_2BnUE_103hkbG6G1ToYb21n2O7zFLaAsSPth7AvxUdtK8R4Z6RwJE5r3jvJRSczdZlXLbH2M/s1600-h/DSC_0137_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTbQZsStRi-_cwUGGGXl8iBLLMBbNBQagMyCfwkJi31hiPF9ile8qa1ZxIr104OfghM_2BnUE_103hkbG6G1ToYb21n2O7zFLaAsSPth7AvxUdtK8R4Z6RwJE5r3jvJRSczdZlXLbH2M/s320/DSC_0137_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381448179825890" /></a><br />We each got quiche and a sweet, took it back to the lovely hostel and chilled on these crazy round couches, which was so nice, especially after two intenso days of sightseeing!! <br /><br />We left St Sebastians with ample time to get the bus to Beauvais, as we had to metro through Paris on two different lines, then find & walk to the bus. It took about 90 minutes, not that we saw much of the trip; I woke up as we pulled into the airport...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBm8b7TBMXzPgzQlR4vL41elxi_aWKa-QmLz-KcmZ4EmUc2ruZwvQXW_cmQRZZhgphP6zsesGTtYK7gI5BGL0ZcWubkUvD3acNZwzBTlM2tMDC7UmCAaQEKaHNsyftYpDyFvTCGGxRYg/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBm8b7TBMXzPgzQlR4vL41elxi_aWKa-QmLz-KcmZ4EmUc2ruZwvQXW_cmQRZZhgphP6zsesGTtYK7gI5BGL0ZcWubkUvD3acNZwzBTlM2tMDC7UmCAaQEKaHNsyftYpDyFvTCGGxRYg/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290902349398152610" /></a><br />Anna and I had to check in our cases, which weighed a lot but we figured we could sweet talk to check-in clerk, considering it was Anna's birthday and all.... Noooooo way! We had this lady with so much make up on she could literally BE the Clinique counter... It might not have mattered how nice she was anyway, because <span style="font-style:italic;">somehow</span> our bags had gained 4kg worth of weight... each.... So, at 19 kilos i dont think sweet talking would have worked. We opened our cases at the front of the line- out came my electronics, hair straightener, toiletries, books, magazines, ANYTHING that could weigh it down... I was one moment away from putting on extra layers, when we realised the reason for our heavy bags....<br /><br />The bottles of wine we hadn't drunk!!<br /><br />So, out they came. With a bottle each, we had two options. To throw, or to drink... We went with the latter, obvioulsy! Clinique Clerk liked our style, and let us get away with 16kg (Ryanair would have charged us €15 for that, under normal circumstances!)<br /><br />Thus, Anna and I approached the bar, asking (ever so cooly) "Now, this might be the weirdest request you hear today, but... [place two bottles of wine on the counter] Could you please open these?" How could he say no...! He obliged (however I dont think this was the first request of this nature!) and Anna and I sat in the waiting seats across from the check in lines, drinking our FANTASTIC €2 French wine, as Kylea donned an extra pair of pants, to make her bag look smaller/fit in the overhead locker :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIeRJDCkvYRECNljsawM8XmYI-um5Sl1Pu3okcez4SUUrDqOJolY8ldtK3imAwWoKEANlWdugXFKUgo-eia_oQvVeMPfaOuwQEHkEvMSidP1DnXMn73icXSij8dYa-2FPGlXods-1qfk/s1600-h/DSC_0161_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIeRJDCkvYRECNljsawM8XmYI-um5Sl1Pu3okcez4SUUrDqOJolY8ldtK3imAwWoKEANlWdugXFKUgo-eia_oQvVeMPfaOuwQEHkEvMSidP1DnXMn73icXSij8dYa-2FPGlXods-1qfk/s320/DSC_0161_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290902354677682754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkyjm5ygdACbODK_Db3msMnN2CzEOTZ8Mslv2Sz2T1_21xzuh8odmh1M1YLvjI6c1mN9iT9QFcZPvFLSZEoHvQq_hvQJeTN5_4VgWCER57yPTUqMPdPzkXmO5bHnCADUcXhQF_DRAoBE/s1600-h/DSC_0157_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkyjm5ygdACbODK_Db3msMnN2CzEOTZ8Mslv2Sz2T1_21xzuh8odmh1M1YLvjI6c1mN9iT9QFcZPvFLSZEoHvQq_hvQJeTN5_4VgWCER57yPTUqMPdPzkXmO5bHnCADUcXhQF_DRAoBE/s320/DSC_0157_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290902357036110674" /></a><br />We managed to get through half the bottle each, before going through the security check, which we figured wouldnt let us through with our half-empty bottles... Sigh!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-74793752107929292222008-12-26T13:50:00.003+01:002008-12-26T14:07:03.447+01:00Thunderbirds are GO!So im really really excited, because Ive just booked all my flights to and from and during my time in London!! TRAVEL PLANS FOR FEB ARE NOW FINALISED, BOOKED AND SORTED!!<br /><br />I arrive at London Stansted on Feb 5th. I will hopefully be staying with Charley May and her Wife Debs- they live in Central London and want to take me out for cocktails and do the cool chic London thing :P From there, I hope to get up to Manchester for a few days to see Charleys mom and potentially the coolest craziest lady to ever come out of Manchester- Annie... Cant wait! They have lots of hounds, so that will be cool! :)<br /><br />On Feb 10th i travel to Eindhoven, catch up with Kylea and from there we train to-- AMSTERDAM!!!! THAT WILL BE SO GREAT!!!!<br /><br />On the 13th I fly to Stockholm to see Freddie- and hopefully Jordi will meet me there too :) Will be back in London on the 16th, and fly back to Salzburg on the 18th.... YAAAAAY!<br /><br />I know it sounds like lots of flying and moving about, but in order to see the places I am dying to go, these things must happen! Hehe.<br /><br />IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-66448048590341873732008-12-26T00:44:00.003+01:002009-01-12T12:48:07.967+01:00Ohhhhh Paris!JE T'AIME PARIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeZgAPSHT9-elygKuh3Nbq2cfefKnpI4KZPQIbktutH183xoaFxmOU92EU8gt9Gb8O7FPdY6-9BURvUPXJmtDkVoVyZQxA8rw9afD_QB0Cjr1HPgBBSEuM1Pntm5FX4ygjMz4DhS9dCk/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeZgAPSHT9-elygKuh3Nbq2cfefKnpI4KZPQIbktutH183xoaFxmOU92EU8gt9Gb8O7FPdY6-9BURvUPXJmtDkVoVyZQxA8rw9afD_QB0Cjr1HPgBBSEuM1Pntm5FX4ygjMz4DhS9dCk/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370610068858818" /></a><br />This has been by far the highlight destination I have visited thus far in life. I love the buildings, the coffee, the rivers and canals, the people!! Its so different to what I have already seen, and while it has similarites, theyre shown in a new and interesting way! And that French stereotype of wankers smoking and heaps of dog poo is so wrong!!<br /><br />However, let me start from the beginning... We got into France with a bounce- literally! It was the worst landing I have ever experienced, the whole plane gasped then panicked, it was so funny after the initial fear of crashing passed :P The Beauvais airport is like Salzburg- two carosels. Robert was there to pick us up, and we enjoyed the night in his beautiful family home-- right next door to an Australian bar!! Hehe...<br /><br />We got to Paris at about 9:45 on the 24th. We left our luggage at this funky hostel we'd booked, got some breakfast from the bakery just across the canal, and wandered off to find the Louvre- YAY! However, it took us forever, dammit. <br /><br />It was so worth it though!!! This has been my dream place to visit for such a long time- i was so excited! OHHH It was fantastic!! The Pyramids are so wonderful, and I didn't even realise the fountains were there, which just added to the wonder! Inside though, oh!!! I went straight to the Renaissance (Italian Art) floor in the Denon Wing. I GOT TO WALK THE GRAND GALERIE!! I saw Da Vinci's (yes, I saw the Mona Lisa- laaaame!) works by Raphael, Michelangelo, Picasso (amazing), Caravaggio, Delacroix, Paul Klee, Anselm Keifer....!! I saw the Venus de Milo, the Winged Victory, the Slaves by Michelangelo, OHHH MY GOD! I was such a loser, standing at all the art just staring, I was so happy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSB7-zWkOw8p5UQ9f5CrsvDV8n10VfsoZPiIJ8lu4VWeniFdXYRQSaleyOQZlX4c9YKbXq63_KPWYqzbq0qOtbw69y58nNNk3bDA1_AKpSyhfCkgWAw8iKcUZEyAzDh1e528_TN2uPXrU/s1600-h/DSC_1118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSB7-zWkOw8p5UQ9f5CrsvDV8n10VfsoZPiIJ8lu4VWeniFdXYRQSaleyOQZlX4c9YKbXq63_KPWYqzbq0qOtbw69y58nNNk3bDA1_AKpSyhfCkgWAw8iKcUZEyAzDh1e528_TN2uPXrU/s320/DSC_1118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370623662350162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPH6l9_oGjIDaJnMfAcOEff5hMcjceRkp7iNjazHEJOdK2RXL-I3JjU_ajcG2GWVivB7DSyR6JeE59U3_4YO4TA2FK0OuoW-4YLGqzFq8Yv75aXYgwAv_csPu0Ld1HJqGLgGseKbOFLw/s1600-h/DSC_1133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPH6l9_oGjIDaJnMfAcOEff5hMcjceRkp7iNjazHEJOdK2RXL-I3JjU_ajcG2GWVivB7DSyR6JeE59U3_4YO4TA2FK0OuoW-4YLGqzFq8Yv75aXYgwAv_csPu0Ld1HJqGLgGseKbOFLw/s320/DSC_1133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290371904202326866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zrGVqjNE9bJYdFkrSp2OlkgLWiKim_6mkpsFDsn-jxNsMi4R4qMJIyjFk-STXhsN0zqNH7ZLrQvHIbJS3nQTcP8mzWIl9mpLZtwqxbi-tYgr2u__KNKpQrzRcsCtWXjdNps0TlZfWTM/s1600-h/DSC_1170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zrGVqjNE9bJYdFkrSp2OlkgLWiKim_6mkpsFDsn-jxNsMi4R4qMJIyjFk-STXhsN0zqNH7ZLrQvHIbJS3nQTcP8mzWIl9mpLZtwqxbi-tYgr2u__KNKpQrzRcsCtWXjdNps0TlZfWTM/s320/DSC_1170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290371909081508290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DXwQBhNYJKl1agq_5bY-PF-KdoyAMeoJQCrYUypYjgQnZ3NcsSo0-a8oeU_CHfJAkvYsgbAakMbUOhPTMd-8qeXjo_aO7V83RamyOkI7FunJmWZ-myiuirzOeXrIEA4vnpRJSUzRyRg/s1600-h/DSC_1253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DXwQBhNYJKl1agq_5bY-PF-KdoyAMeoJQCrYUypYjgQnZ3NcsSo0-a8oeU_CHfJAkvYsgbAakMbUOhPTMd-8qeXjo_aO7V83RamyOkI7FunJmWZ-myiuirzOeXrIEA4vnpRJSUzRyRg/s320/DSC_1253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290371916881959538" /></a><br />We went on a "pub crawl" (so to speak, we just followed them and then left cos it was lame) and ended up in front of the Notre Dam as the bells rang for Christmas!!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq1xZIsSa9-Z5dAE8Slhv5gR6SCBT9Kv9_EZ3tP_YzGTgGp4fU0jLNGG-yPMt9JU66Y9CHMTJJMVXyXcb3Z1CJrplSy3Wv54xU1gRsiuH0SzFaQZe6PqUI5cEMRJBFwCRi0s_VFdj7uw/s1600-h/CIMG0081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq1xZIsSa9-Z5dAE8Slhv5gR6SCBT9Kv9_EZ3tP_YzGTgGp4fU0jLNGG-yPMt9JU66Y9CHMTJJMVXyXcb3Z1CJrplSy3Wv54xU1gRsiuH0SzFaQZe6PqUI5cEMRJBFwCRi0s_VFdj7uw/s320/CIMG0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370601439614274" /></a><br />^ The most exciting part of the pub crawl-- "Latin Corner: Sexy Bar for Crazy Night" and this was the waiter...!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoxkpqr2gHzbnPB7McHjTO_20LvrHDhUN8dJ6hvg6G8s7mm4iMgIMvbq7JBmYgMgeOE3qQIj0VNUpO0Uug3zL26C8wE-3WltABHafOP9FCzuZ2e4hp1Oq4nmwtypZU0HBgxL2VrCb-kQ/s1600-h/CIMG0100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoxkpqr2gHzbnPB7McHjTO_20LvrHDhUN8dJ6hvg6G8s7mm4iMgIMvbq7JBmYgMgeOE3qQIj0VNUpO0Uug3zL26C8wE-3WltABHafOP9FCzuZ2e4hp1Oq4nmwtypZU0HBgxL2VrCb-kQ/s320/CIMG0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370604971516882" /></a><br />On Christmas Day we had the best morning, hanging out having breakfast and organising what we wanted to see! The biking round the city idea failed epically because our credit cards couldn't be read by the stupid machines :( Kein problem, we ended up metroing to Montmarte, but only saw the Moulin Rouge, even though I wanted to go to the Church and hang out up on the hill like the alcoholic French artists you hear of... <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-zghq-7H1NYYRxvPDLtf7tUQ_uusqkX7VzaN3q1jVldhvM7zg6NqncP-CZtnWBu0S2OhSbah-_70OPt8LDovXk3jdGFGAVIog1UsvHQUsPQ1X90VjiPXyh-V0LyBS7lwgBrw695TYS4/s1600-h/DSC_1278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-zghq-7H1NYYRxvPDLtf7tUQ_uusqkX7VzaN3q1jVldhvM7zg6NqncP-CZtnWBu0S2OhSbah-_70OPt8LDovXk3jdGFGAVIog1UsvHQUsPQ1X90VjiPXyh-V0LyBS7lwgBrw695TYS4/s320/DSC_1278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290371925779666354" /></a><br />We wandered down to the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Élysées, which was fantastic! We walked to the Eifle Tower (past some very expensive shops like Jean Paul Gaultier, Kenzo, Gucci and Louis Vuitton; and some very expensive cars!) and it was FANTASTIC!! We walked up to the second level, which was great and not even hard, and there was such a huge line to elevate anyway! We left Tashy a message (Tash, if you read this, dont worry, you'll see it soon- there are even two editions! haha) and took tons of photos!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Kr5ufn7r-oXJp6HM3LhZyx9T3cF3iKI-kFyIJoEEnlYnWWeKk0Sin66tdNiZnq9zStAVfDjkVSKwy-Rip5v5YjrGBrUOCPpYAqTgJnYeIkSuRUXOUmy1ueEZgBWd_tA4SUfKvqCUJ9U/s1600-h/DSC_1361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Kr5ufn7r-oXJp6HM3LhZyx9T3cF3iKI-kFyIJoEEnlYnWWeKk0Sin66tdNiZnq9zStAVfDjkVSKwy-Rip5v5YjrGBrUOCPpYAqTgJnYeIkSuRUXOUmy1ueEZgBWd_tA4SUfKvqCUJ9U/s320/DSC_1361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290371961232712994" /></a><br />Tonight we had Christmas dinner in the restaurant downstairs, it was a three course meal and it was ok, the wine was the best :P<br /><br />Anyway!! The real reason i'm blogging is to tell you all about this dude we met here- Anton. He's from Sydney, thought he was lovely and all alone, so we sort of hung out with him and we went out on the 24th together, had a good time, spent all Christmas day together, even though he didn't have to do either. We were joking and having a good time and beating each other with witty one liners... Told us all about his three ex girlfriends who cheated on him, boohoo!! <br /><br />BUT THEN!!! Tonight, at dinner, which we invited him to, he went all quiet and then SUPER hyperactive, and was all chummy with Anna, while ignoring me and Kylea. We thought they were flirting, so both Ky and I left Anna to it... THEN!! We come back down to celebrate Anna's 20th Birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPPET!) and she tells us that the whole time we were gone, he had bitched about us, saying shit like I'm fake and unfriendly (????!) and Kylea's better friends with me and that isn't fair on Anna, and that Anna is lovely and nice (which she is) but hes being all manipulative and trying to divide us!!!! <br /><br />WHAT A FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Of course, Anna instantly told us, and now Kylea and I are so freeeeekin pissed at him, and also cos Anna continues to hang out with him, even though he completely disrespected our hospitality and friendliness and was rude to us... What a twat. Makes me so mad. Thank god i'll never see him again. Hes a Ferrari supporter, anyway.<br /><br />Anyway, das ist alles. xx<br /><br />PS-- Smart Canadian girl behind me just dropped the line "Im on Facebook, but im not like a Facebooker".... Obviously.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-75115524403531504672008-12-23T13:31:00.001+01:002009-01-14T15:52:04.056+01:00Roma IIVATICAN VISIT!!!<br /><br />Yes, i know I have already been there, but hey, what do we say?? "When in Rome..." Ha ha ha<br /><br />I actually had the best time this time, I got to take so many great photos, and we could even take some in the Sistine Chapel!! It was fantastic! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DK8N7i12Lxj6w2qKzj7ifJXDVBl4_mlxZihF88tkvjUXbbEgJh_L9i3UM6FWdxZMdZkhQegwwsHqW4vGV9dAymWGmJXIA86S1J-eRu8WVFPNozcDBD-sb7LZWUG9UV_O22PVw2PFqa8/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DK8N7i12Lxj6w2qKzj7ifJXDVBl4_mlxZihF88tkvjUXbbEgJh_L9i3UM6FWdxZMdZkhQegwwsHqW4vGV9dAymWGmJXIA86S1J-eRu8WVFPNozcDBD-sb7LZWUG9UV_O22PVw2PFqa8/s320/DSC_1009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291161982478032450" /></a><br />The best part was that we met this insanely hyper American guy called Tim who we befriended in our hostel room. He walked in, and instantly was friendly, funny and lovely!! He even started singing hahaha :P We hung out and talked for ages, and we all got along really well. He came to the Vatican with us too, but unfortunately we were in a rush because we had to go to the airport, and he wanted to take his time...<br /><br />Anyway, thats really it- Tims cool, the Vatican had no line and I had an amazing visit this time round :) However I'm kind of over Roma now, its so dirty (all our skin has gone a-wol man!!) and the drivers are INSAAAAAANE and we havent eaten fresh fruit or veges in so long, we're all pizza'd out, and we just wanna get outta here....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-o8A_-YvsDyShncbd96pmQIPwTnFhmeK4rKAZWIPUOc1_3S8Qhku1wvn6sJVmMISTy2JhixHnHBwo6msDybcxLcTCYdeXM_NQfc8H74CS645n1WYRAOlyHA3QLtb3Zjpbvb4i8MqRT30/s1600-h/DSC_1039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-o8A_-YvsDyShncbd96pmQIPwTnFhmeK4rKAZWIPUOc1_3S8Qhku1wvn6sJVmMISTy2JhixHnHBwo6msDybcxLcTCYdeXM_NQfc8H74CS645n1WYRAOlyHA3QLtb3Zjpbvb4i8MqRT30/s320/DSC_1039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291162198592598370" /></a><br />Also, the bathroom still stinks.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-34660801432953783662008-12-21T20:30:00.009+01:002009-01-14T15:50:01.243+01:00When in Rome...... Do as the Romans do, and-- Oh! How we've been doing it well!!<br /><br />We've been here for three days already,and have been doing what all good Romans should do-- drink lots of wine, have lots of fun, see lots of old buildings (including the Colusseum, Forum, Spanish Steps, Fontana di Trevi, Piazza Navona, Basilica San Pietro, Pantheon, etc etc lots of other old buildings and fountains!) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhFQVpIMQFVlTPdw8IoFzaseXbXamRUWGGd15AuxzdPe36YeXd5VLPln5G79yppuBrdqro4V6jSlJFhZhHOtzo285msBmJqbels6NKcRpvdPKIcM5P2cTrCY0I-H_Pi0CylsD9wj6DrY/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhFQVpIMQFVlTPdw8IoFzaseXbXamRUWGGd15AuxzdPe36YeXd5VLPln5G79yppuBrdqro4V6jSlJFhZhHOtzo285msBmJqbels6NKcRpvdPKIcM5P2cTrCY0I-H_Pi0CylsD9wj6DrY/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160078310797618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpuV5bc8Gncps2LxDmnyTsAY12zLB53Yo8cXN28Nc446ijaujG96axAh54B0DBHh9BxoaITj521FbjaYmkFaaTGzwsjAdwnbXqJh81RCs2qUsbe2bj_-yUEA_EDUuiaVUBopObkLOioi0/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpuV5bc8Gncps2LxDmnyTsAY12zLB53Yo8cXN28Nc446ijaujG96axAh54B0DBHh9BxoaITj521FbjaYmkFaaTGzwsjAdwnbXqJh81RCs2qUsbe2bj_-yUEA_EDUuiaVUBopObkLOioi0/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160081201417666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tFF1FP5Z8IouQ1ZuxDnACjHDyqHNlAGHk4asaXzVoVqupscD47h8c1bWyjSiByL8TI6bnTjRmegtykV7w24MaBwi76IIFTvcUSA5kwlKB0ZisM0odoumxNPpT6ITil9aT35tCihE8vQ/s1600-h/DSC_0383.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tFF1FP5Z8IouQ1ZuxDnACjHDyqHNlAGHk4asaXzVoVqupscD47h8c1bWyjSiByL8TI6bnTjRmegtykV7w24MaBwi76IIFTvcUSA5kwlKB0ZisM0odoumxNPpT6ITil9aT35tCihE8vQ/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160089161400530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmJwA24_mQ0sf8yaBG9lbtJ3IthuUqlhAdiySWyVyfdRPMQfy6mYKvABo8E83LcX0VjMhhQxm_oSpE0Cwn7YykFNWmBO8e6EGNnqWUMrUKkGZlytF3PZNcJY4dBQfd8SUGyUC1IeR6rI/s1600-h/DSC_0450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmJwA24_mQ0sf8yaBG9lbtJ3IthuUqlhAdiySWyVyfdRPMQfy6mYKvABo8E83LcX0VjMhhQxm_oSpE0Cwn7YykFNWmBO8e6EGNnqWUMrUKkGZlytF3PZNcJY4dBQfd8SUGyUC1IeR6rI/s320/DSC_0450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160094301399906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFrGNoeQseegMvh4CVYJHt0lKwJxW0ctaKZxQda0bzF9kEtIQX_ESzghJDMAelAWYYMIPqH4eTvouUTx06an5c3gVf6iDkvFy_kgEyhgq8Ejp_Ixe2rhtnTI3c-1R2mwkIA3odFySY20/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFrGNoeQseegMvh4CVYJHt0lKwJxW0ctaKZxQda0bzF9kEtIQX_ESzghJDMAelAWYYMIPqH4eTvouUTx06an5c3gVf6iDkvFy_kgEyhgq8Ejp_Ixe2rhtnTI3c-1R2mwkIA3odFySY20/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160104810025314" /></a><br />Today we even met the POPE!!!!!!!!! Ok, so slight exaggeration, we went to St Peters Square as he had a public appearance at midday! So we got to see our mate Bene XVI :P We also got to eat delicious sandwiches, so delicious we believe they were blessed by God :P<br /><br />We are staying in M&J Hostel, right near the Termini (Hauptbahnhof) which is awesome, about 10 minutes from the middle of town, yusssssss! We met these Brazilian boys who were staying in our room (three, coincidentally!) Their names are Marcio, Daniel and Giovanni (not so Brazilian...?) AND! They're going to be in Paris for Christmas too! (coincidentally!!) So we're hopefully going to catch up with them there! Crazeeeeeee!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YXqDv3-aKHaoIilFYWD8WzDdMs-1uPYsAlwGRnGBRRHAiGPzD8kLzfLVd38h-k6V3SzVl_LmhL3T6dQ9JJkjSjjWerpbgDgi444b_mF0vuHtv18LuABxjR5PE8wlMiKViJKDqHCEP3Q/s1600-h/CIMG0029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YXqDv3-aKHaoIilFYWD8WzDdMs-1uPYsAlwGRnGBRRHAiGPzD8kLzfLVd38h-k6V3SzVl_LmhL3T6dQ9JJkjSjjWerpbgDgi444b_mF0vuHtv18LuABxjR5PE8wlMiKViJKDqHCEP3Q/s320/CIMG0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291161332285368418" /></a><br />And thus, in two days we're going to Paris, seeing Robert and the beautiful Louvre and Eifle Tower and to eat snails and frogs and wear berés and stuff like that, haha!<br /><br />By the way, we left Salzburg in the SNOOOOWWWWWWWWWW! It was beautiful but so cold!! We slept overnight on the 12 hour train ride, and had this great conversation in Italian/German with the old fat couple in our compartment :P Kylea and I are doing ok with the "Deutsch lernen" actually!! And we spent most of the first day in Roma speaking German, haha.... so cool!! And Rome hasn't even been cold, except a little at night... So fingers crossed cos i'm going to try and swim when we go to Cinque Terre on the 2nd of Jan!! Hahaha....<br /><br />OHH!! TWO SMALL WORLD MOMENTS!! The girl at reception here- Rose- is a Kiwi!! She lived in New Plymouth, and Anna's Mom taught her Math in 4th Form! The second, not so cool one is the fact that Davina, a girl from Canada who was here with us for two nights, goes to Alicante University, like Natalia Garcia (our friend from Erasmus...) The third ive already mentioned (how the Brazilian Boys are gonna be in Paris the same time as us!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91KlOjU1653esH_LrJvhEUCcySZriX_Fp6JejrhRqKpLkddTQE2jhd0SgpZWFPRsLSey4Y4GUn3pAi1pCPhp_hGnKbm0KGihPOJEfd310xeCc1tfVTzunxo1LMM32p_Gy9UGmiwvlzGo/s1600-h/DSC_0921.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91KlOjU1653esH_LrJvhEUCcySZriX_Fp6JejrhRqKpLkddTQE2jhd0SgpZWFPRsLSey4Y4GUn3pAi1pCPhp_hGnKbm0KGihPOJEfd310xeCc1tfVTzunxo1LMM32p_Gy9UGmiwvlzGo/s320/DSC_0921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291161334903319426" /></a><br />Anyway, back to life as a busy Roman, just thought i'd update you on the joys of life in this fine city!<br /><br />PS The toilet here STINKS thanks to this freaky Indian guy who we think lives in this cupboard (no, seriously!) and the restaurant/bar below us has the coolest old guy with three teeth who makes amazing Panini!! Yussssssssss<br /><br />PPS Coffee here is fantastic and Anna and I are so super happy, words cant describe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1J1mPmJremTvL-HxwJmkjzMpWrDZBEfvtTlIrZ_SO1ibP_S81tk20-hr5PC4EkNw5s9mXsIH-xKyTLS2zicK9tcR8iHy7VAzG_U-ThNVO3tmIkyLkKdSZ_9GiHVcH4m-PvxWDAKY2tQ/s1600-h/CIMG0008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1J1mPmJremTvL-HxwJmkjzMpWrDZBEfvtTlIrZ_SO1ibP_S81tk20-hr5PC4EkNw5s9mXsIH-xKyTLS2zicK9tcR8iHy7VAzG_U-ThNVO3tmIkyLkKdSZ_9GiHVcH4m-PvxWDAKY2tQ/s320/CIMG0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291161612644133346" /></a><br />PPPS Words from Bene-- God Bless, and Kylea, she is cool?Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-54306304277573036782008-12-17T14:31:00.003+01:002008-12-17T14:34:07.681+01:00Motion Graphics...So!!<br /><br />We've almost finished all our classes; have a lot of work to get done when we get back, but we had never started Motion Graphics!! <br /><br />BUT! <br /><br />Now we have the timetable, and its like- a WHOLE weeks worth of intenso classes- like, 9-7 and 8-6!!!!!!! :( So I will be out of action from the 26 of Jan till the 30th :(<br /><br />LAAAAAAAAAME<br /><br />I dont even need the credits!<br /><br />Bah!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-64473501833835296752008-12-15T03:19:00.004+01:002009-01-14T16:34:50.112+01:00HAMBURG!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpyl6tgVWFYNLKBS6Q9vaKxEKdJVqvwHAawnJFRo9C07Yy6DBlLGVl12lM2C7PdwrApoggN5Co_WJXRVhwnc4NEojbdRGzu8P38fpWqqbxY211XCsJPQdUj1R3Uu_4Fi9lMKOqLkYAME/s1600-h/DSC_0138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpyl6tgVWFYNLKBS6Q9vaKxEKdJVqvwHAawnJFRo9C07Yy6DBlLGVl12lM2C7PdwrApoggN5Co_WJXRVhwnc4NEojbdRGzu8P38fpWqqbxY211XCsJPQdUj1R3Uu_4Fi9lMKOqLkYAME/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291168495870512034" /></a><br />Had an amazing weekend with Clemens in Hamburg :)<br /><br />Havent updated this but will when I get the chance. Most of it now will be of photos, but roughly it was drunken the first night, walked through the prostitute street and got yelled at, wandered the beautiful cold streets of Hamburg by day, cooked with Clemens and met his roomy Benedikt, slept in a bed that I 1) didnt hit the wall when i rolled over, and 2) had space to spare!!!! Read lots of time magazines, spoke to Clemens lovely girlfriend Vanessa via skype, had yummy Mexican, Turkish and French food, and miss Clemens already!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Hamburg by day...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYpii_PVbyXJGHbyETxiTNyCr58F3-8RLwRqqjnJGSx7tKvaKPJSCkIk_tZ7S7W20aoc__UuCw6_rSCDSsovcwIyNHAGXy49qoPfBKv8s-FtImtp5KO6pm9cRQ9pI20zhjmdjxloLShA/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYpii_PVbyXJGHbyETxiTNyCr58F3-8RLwRqqjnJGSx7tKvaKPJSCkIk_tZ7S7W20aoc__UuCw6_rSCDSsovcwIyNHAGXy49qoPfBKv8s-FtImtp5KO6pm9cRQ9pI20zhjmdjxloLShA/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291169707404060290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbuG1bOb-wH1rxaQN1N-0BxobnlooktBqkkpyBXboY03EqESAkYzTOhshLVnxQmAah-meBYHAbUyLnbn7cbU-f1uwncwXAeOWuGxW-nv169eJrhxxpLcwvZkiq_VGl-6ccS6QV2UyAls/s1600-h/DSC_0260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbuG1bOb-wH1rxaQN1N-0BxobnlooktBqkkpyBXboY03EqESAkYzTOhshLVnxQmAah-meBYHAbUyLnbn7cbU-f1uwncwXAeOWuGxW-nv169eJrhxxpLcwvZkiq_VGl-6ccS6QV2UyAls/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291169709019970722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuYnTczAbJT3qeWffiLGk9OZ18Ehfg5os1Vs4gJ5xzabNNgjyXHeqlR2deB7veqoReHI36Bb0frbIe830H-Qm2PwGdTwKpPKY-iCRuFPpXesHXtzn7sKn7-rSlzG4bYPHPeWnLqz1ofg/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuYnTczAbJT3qeWffiLGk9OZ18Ehfg5os1Vs4gJ5xzabNNgjyXHeqlR2deB7veqoReHI36Bb0frbIe830H-Qm2PwGdTwKpPKY-iCRuFPpXesHXtzn7sKn7-rSlzG4bYPHPeWnLqz1ofg/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291169714293752594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoPoSPbt0ZqtqzzzGV2GKof0POhynqWhppQCGgVNIKU2A8R528xXhC-VaDoYTu3dMvdjIP_3uIzg0oDl1StMoVDXH711M_ew08MZKrbU5NgUZz7tWqCkAb0LN-XMHRhGIQI2ickA0OEE/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40EF9aOg4UWYNEoYxDvTvdHw8nv1fz4WWJ5dZDgxonM3TYvI93B_uuZFHAAQ_qfreHTRrvWMYRvhfKMD1GmPfIZLkuUDQCGQigIdzW1Yngx5HIN6FTbE6oMBFKH_-5BdPqaHDsKZGjMA/s320/CIMG0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279081922608094946" /></a><br />WAAAAAHHH!!!!!!<br /><br />We just celebrated Christmas, international style!!!<br /><br />In the 4th floor common room we dined on Norwegian, Swiss, Korean, German, Finish, Czech, Polish ... lots of food!!!!<br /><br />It was fantastic, and everyone contributed enough food to fill every belly- including Rogers insatiable appetite!!! There was pasta, potatoes, sushi-equivalent-but-better, beef, soup, sausages, EVEN SAUERKRAUT!!!!!!! The flop of the night, but they earnt points for trying, was the Polish "Poppy" Pasta, which tasted like dirt, and noone ate it :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9cqO22e29k_YLIfedaN5tVPFW7_kyFpoIWAqu62eTJrokVUP4pA3IMnSxMGdFouPLzSXgOa69Yu0MkMaJArgpbT4Q5R1m0XFkOZnOBxcmwQZ8YJeWY1OGHxhPBU85qEXEJcB4U8edf6g/s1600-h/CIMG0045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9cqO22e29k_YLIfedaN5tVPFW7_kyFpoIWAqu62eTJrokVUP4pA3IMnSxMGdFouPLzSXgOa69Yu0MkMaJArgpbT4Q5R1m0XFkOZnOBxcmwQZ8YJeWY1OGHxhPBU85qEXEJcB4U8edf6g/s320/CIMG0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279081763463368354" /></a><br />The Kiwi Three made Pavlova, because, against popular belief, it IS a kiwi desert, we've even been told people have written books on the history of the Pav, which proves is a Kiwi dish!! hahaha :P Anna decorated the Pav and made it look SO awesome!! Kylea and I also "whipped up" a potato salad, which was delish and we were very proud of it! And at the end of it all- the Pav was a big hit :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyEF9cQJoOiA9XDr0kAkLyOBNdiLSFsKlwqgSOakKUr7pt9XcLNvtY28lSzH65e86Atf1EMDi_zOv3mpxRzsE0b29sESPxyc3WDQt2pg4qeFjFrzRHU0Sf4769FJWq0q_Z0shtpdylEA/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyEF9cQJoOiA9XDr0kAkLyOBNdiLSFsKlwqgSOakKUr7pt9XcLNvtY28lSzH65e86Atf1EMDi_zOv3mpxRzsE0b29sESPxyc3WDQt2pg4qeFjFrzRHU0Sf4769FJWq0q_Z0shtpdylEA/s320/P1010185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279080236918587618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQ8RveXW9XSdL4uSTWakvAqlKaCaQaBam3OohcfusrLz4qpj7FOssfEroKW4SQ8w22u0A52ey3LDczdf71wXR9vekZ2YsuUgpJHbkIwDvzubWS2XlCyAkdhZXbawv_dh0Ua31QpDBaJo/s1600-h/CIMG0073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQ8RveXW9XSdL4uSTWakvAqlKaCaQaBam3OohcfusrLz4qpj7FOssfEroKW4SQ8w22u0A52ey3LDczdf71wXR9vekZ2YsuUgpJHbkIwDvzubWS2XlCyAkdhZXbawv_dh0Ua31QpDBaJo/s320/CIMG0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279082312902312866" /></a><br />Anyway!! We had Christmas songs, and even SECRET SANTA!!!! (Thanks Sarah who organised the whole thing!!) Santa even visited us!!!!! Everyone looked super happy with their pressies-- I got a bottle of Glühwein (yusssssss) and... A TICKET TO CHRISTMAS KULT @ REPUBLIC!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!!! So Happy!!! Its the day before we go away, which it think will be the best send off pressie for all of us :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOxB-uFJwLyJ4YF7yVmPWA7rRRiDcgCezHRjN5Ix0OIA33glWlaJ-s2hKHbAPt_0tOllFwnLIdB_eo8tgJhmdqls0BSfeFx3PdgvIkU00x23VU3ZaVwQCh6IvP2odfOWunIRexDOu4OU/s1600-h/CIMG0113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOxB-uFJwLyJ4YF7yVmPWA7rRRiDcgCezHRjN5Ix0OIA33glWlaJ-s2hKHbAPt_0tOllFwnLIdB_eo8tgJhmdqls0BSfeFx3PdgvIkU00x23VU3ZaVwQCh6IvP2odfOWunIRexDOu4OU/s320/CIMG0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279082640035000306" /></a><br />Jordi, that fantastic person, made this fantastic (long!) video, kind of like the one i made for Tash! It included most of the Erasmus students (+ Roger, ha ha ha!) and we all watched it and laughed and had a good time... After, all I wanted to do was hug Rita and Jordi, so I did, then everyone else followed, we were all so appreciative :)<br /><br />The party kind of died after the film, but thats probably because we were all so full of food, it was ridiculous!! <br /><br />Anyway, im off to sleep :) xxZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-77889228542771712462008-12-04T17:47:00.003+01:002008-12-04T17:59:55.960+01:00Super Excited!!SO!!<br /><br />Not only are we about to embark on our big Christmas journey, I'm planning a trip for February too, just before I leave :D<br /><br />So far, my travel plans definitely include London and Manchester, so I can see the May's!! Charley said I could stay with her and Debs in London as well, which sounds freekin awesome!! I also really want to see the Dylan Moran show on the 6th in Portsmouth, so i'll see if they want to join me, because he is one very funny man!<br /><br />I also want to go to Berlin, Stockholm and Krakow, and think I will, but will be travelling by myself so I need to read up about the cities... If i can make it to Krakow, I'll go to Auschwitz, which will be sad but I really want to see it.<br /><br />Anyway!! Thats my exciting news #1.<br /><br />#2 is that I've just come home from Materials & Ausdruck- the greatest class ever invented!! The teacher is lovely, and even though it's all in German, she comes and tells us what to do, and there is no limit to our creativity! We can do whatever we want, as long as we hand in 1 x oil painting, 1 x abstract work (probably with acrylics) 1 x sketchbook, 1 x print, 1 x drawing and 1 x collaboration with everyone in the class!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE gonna be awesome!<br /><br />So im off to be creative and refine all these ideas for my abstract work to just one idea :)<br /><br />YAAAYY!!!!!!!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-79770857200293944982008-12-03T20:14:00.001+01:002008-12-03T20:16:43.551+01:0015 days and counting!Our trip draws ever closer!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ubO-qUI_sFknuZ1jQHon0n4lfu4cXns7kwM-ldedgUA2opgU_7Awiw7BJ0sgzRnok9AxTKNCcZ6W6a9f15fSOSC1FP2-b2N0UDrF4QbWdGU18wGE-f_BdVnhNv1VFbyBQw-vLnid8Mw/s1600-h/Kiwi+Three%27s+Holiday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ubO-qUI_sFknuZ1jQHon0n4lfu4cXns7kwM-ldedgUA2opgU_7Awiw7BJ0sgzRnok9AxTKNCcZ6W6a9f15fSOSC1FP2-b2N0UDrF4QbWdGU18wGE-f_BdVnhNv1VFbyBQw-vLnid8Mw/s400/Kiwi+Three%27s+Holiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275644789474496962" /></a>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-20411551805559893602008-12-02T22:00:00.003+01:002008-12-21T21:20:38.467+01:00Quick update!Rogers birthday was a total blast!! <br /><br />We had about 11 people in my room, munching on Tortillas made with love by Anna, Ky and I, we put in so much time and effort and it was so much fun! <br /><br />AND! We achieved the seemingly impossible!!!! WE FILLED UP ROGER BEFORE DESERT!!!!<br /><br />We went out to party after, ended up just being the Kiwi three, Rog and his friend. We went to Shamrock, Take Five, got covered in lip gloss, quite tipsy, and taxi'd home and ended up having a five person wrestle in the warmth of the laundry!! <br /><br />Ha ha ha.... Fun times!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-59091370135095353152008-12-01T20:22:00.000+01:002008-12-13T21:01:30.366+01:00By the way...I feel terrible! I forgot to tell you all about my amazing friend Yafes!<br /><br />Not much is needed to be said, other than....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKi8lS-Q03kZ69ML79z0RIAkRorpTC_cZS93LYk5w-zBhTNxJy-fZCZFRslmQU4MSG5lElIuyG4BRFcUOYIKJ3IjWrVPB-KmSS_jNDAE8WrN135LxhzjzkF_qDTpcscVRJ2R28WjYMQw/s1600-h/IMG_5636.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKi8lS-Q03kZ69ML79z0RIAkRorpTC_cZS93LYk5w-zBhTNxJy-fZCZFRslmQU4MSG5lElIuyG4BRFcUOYIKJ3IjWrVPB-KmSS_jNDAE8WrN135LxhzjzkF_qDTpcscVRJ2R28WjYMQw/s400/IMG_5636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279357631877375298" /></a>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-54324701013027583332008-11-26T02:22:00.002+01:002008-11-26T02:29:34.139+01:00my painting...Just a quick look at my Devil man's progress as of the last Materials & Ausdruck class...<br /><br />This is just after applying yellow, ochre and brown in class 17 November 2008<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTiiTV0cqhRUIxX9KU9SnChHSMlws4v3LD8ni-dSm5gui0LKZqmj6nH_JM0cGws9S1SHxSuYwV1e5CYtEssYU6yoTWA96MT55AELkaXxTXnFjqr5G7l3iJvfvHKNYRF-Jb-ZzpH0eLOw/s1600-h/17112008(022).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTiiTV0cqhRUIxX9KU9SnChHSMlws4v3LD8ni-dSm5gui0LKZqmj6nH_JM0cGws9S1SHxSuYwV1e5CYtEssYU6yoTWA96MT55AELkaXxTXnFjqr5G7l3iJvfvHKNYRF-Jb-ZzpH0eLOw/s320/17112008(022).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272771023271778626" /></a><br />And this is the next day; I went back to do a bit more on the face, and ended up attacking / creating the background, as well as doing his shirt...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHs85qTiYWG3NTIzY5ZfEWEE2juRCQFhExKbIwF7cgTywqsL5KFoKpWAAKHv8mnPIQ9SeP9H1NBLDA1rwYqNPS0IDUznlcZuGhNK2u4JJIW_-5rSoCX1GGGbg3UHlw3-B-fX8-18OhCc/s1600-h/18112008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHs85qTiYWG3NTIzY5ZfEWEE2juRCQFhExKbIwF7cgTywqsL5KFoKpWAAKHv8mnPIQ9SeP9H1NBLDA1rwYqNPS0IDUznlcZuGhNK2u4JJIW_-5rSoCX1GGGbg3UHlw3-B-fX8-18OhCc/s320/18112008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272771028304134354" /></a><br />Im getting a bit bored with the normality of this painting, so i think his eyes are going to be weird...<br /><br />Wait and see!!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-89148307045429546662008-11-26T01:38:00.003+01:002008-11-26T02:11:55.424+01:00Skiing!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6k2VF6z3YgGTvjMGK3RbAUDdjXs3GmeyX4iq3kZ1kQID0HnBJ-XVa___QytYuaalzv7ONy11r8zaXefpQEVC0F1f_zoc5fZl6cMtve1eQtKmRAToPQQ7WN_idOs5FLN0FtauFyGFH4Ew/s1600-h/1ski.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6k2VF6z3YgGTvjMGK3RbAUDdjXs3GmeyX4iq3kZ1kQID0HnBJ-XVa___QytYuaalzv7ONy11r8zaXefpQEVC0F1f_zoc5fZl6cMtve1eQtKmRAToPQQ7WN_idOs5FLN0FtauFyGFH4Ew/s320/1ski.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272767500221231490" /></a><br />Thats right team, Sunday and Tuesday afternoon I spent on the slopes of Planai, in Schladming. <br /><br />On Sunday, there was a lot of snow and thus a lot of bumps and my boots hurt a lot, and it was also very steep!.. BUT! After i loosened my boots, got used to these weird ski's, and stopped trying to impress the others and just have fun (ha ha) then I had a whale of a time!! Hamish, who had just completed a snowboarding lesson with Andi) and I chilled it for the last few runs, going down at our own speed, and eventually managing the whole (supermassive) run with no stops, bails (on his part) or snow plows (on my part!) WOOHOO!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyehyB7931ipFaUd5HFt_tiCEjrmK2EzTayFDSLn3Mr4yqL_JZVi_D1DUij28wepW9EPyOFM2klom53Evp9iQBTCtfp4Gm73OvGhhLkvRqW6tHII9kE7aYMjVwrw-dw-Km74-7YZFnq8/s1600-h/3ski.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyehyB7931ipFaUd5HFt_tiCEjrmK2EzTayFDSLn3Mr4yqL_JZVi_D1DUij28wepW9EPyOFM2klom53Evp9iQBTCtfp4Gm73OvGhhLkvRqW6tHII9kE7aYMjVwrw-dw-Km74-7YZFnq8/s320/3ski.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272766057725396610" /></a><br />Today however, there was the opposite of Sunday! (minus the steepness, that was still there...) The snow was all packed, it had been moved and flattened and smoothed, to the point where it was so icy, eeek!!! <br /><br />I did a few runs with the others, who are all super good- Rogers the only one on my level, but he's a boy and pushes himself like crazy- so I toddled off in search of trails I wanted to ski... What a great idea!! I had whole runs to myself!! look!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmh5PIOYC1DwcAIoyg2CP_aTbuUo3FDonTp7lDmA7xql0K9GNcjOpIrTnjGp7xTE8nO-nWfNDJwE2dBfraFsndeelnTOq8dQCGfQaulGbyNMRBopKb2sD_uorRGS6MbaHdd4qDZxJ-kUY/s1600-h/CIMG0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmh5PIOYC1DwcAIoyg2CP_aTbuUo3FDonTp7lDmA7xql0K9GNcjOpIrTnjGp7xTE8nO-nWfNDJwE2dBfraFsndeelnTOq8dQCGfQaulGbyNMRBopKb2sD_uorRGS6MbaHdd4qDZxJ-kUY/s320/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272766054596072562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSS0_OtZbH9HMW3lImt80GvUtNkYZtvp6fv8_KMMYnxbWlcrtCe1uQ7B2bFnfIqfewqwBPdoABoi_p2zfxe9nWpk7vns6dErjzroJk5smKG0GwCW8-rhOI0De7ocbBPAJgvp1mrak4DGU/s1600-h/CIMG0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSS0_OtZbH9HMW3lImt80GvUtNkYZtvp6fv8_KMMYnxbWlcrtCe1uQ7B2bFnfIqfewqwBPdoABoi_p2zfxe9nWpk7vns6dErjzroJk5smKG0GwCW8-rhOI0De7ocbBPAJgvp1mrak4DGU/s320/CIMG0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272766056917618850" /></a><br />Oh!! And this is the ONE other skiier on the mountain worse than me!! Although I tie with Roger, because he bailed twice :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOwqsOA_xEfOkYDSvWpwjSTPDpl9gY3S8M37XS2Ta-QkpFdkapQqJ0cFsJBssF3hUScktciz_Z615MWpXLaV9KIaGAPTNmeNtHf77nWz_sg_As5K8MvZIVecuXpZGRwrr9SoWSPQxwYs/s1600-h/CIMG0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOwqsOA_xEfOkYDSvWpwjSTPDpl9gY3S8M37XS2Ta-QkpFdkapQqJ0cFsJBssF3hUScktciz_Z615MWpXLaV9KIaGAPTNmeNtHf77nWz_sg_As5K8MvZIVecuXpZGRwrr9SoWSPQxwYs/s320/CIMG0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272766045541548002" /></a><br />Anyway! It was insane, and it was so lovely up there, it wasnt windy so it was quite warm, and I could trundle along at my own leisurely pace :D<br /><br />So that was my first and second skiing experience in Austria, and I cant wait for more!! I plan on coming back a pro ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61kKfQVCPN5dZvRFzCpLi0F74Psv9lkank4N-e2aQ0Gvdu7DKyZm8FvSZXzI9wsVZarFB8I08LtW1JVtJ1RCfcNbjEtac40abAAGk3zF3JXGSfksRNgIhezhl0pY-OTNdlGXQift0Mrg/s1600-h/CIMG0022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61kKfQVCPN5dZvRFzCpLi0F74Psv9lkank4N-e2aQ0Gvdu7DKyZm8FvSZXzI9wsVZarFB8I08LtW1JVtJ1RCfcNbjEtac40abAAGk3zF3JXGSfksRNgIhezhl0pY-OTNdlGXQift0Mrg/s320/CIMG0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272766042331846178" /></a>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-91623467925440080262008-11-24T17:26:00.003+01:002008-11-24T17:29:23.204+01:00met a Kiwi...Anna, Ky and I have just had coffee with this guy Hayden, from New Zealand!!<br /><br />He's been living in Finland for the past 5 years, and his girlfriend is working here at FH. He found Anna through her iTunes playlist, thought that sounded like a Kiwi name, and so he messaged her on facebook!!<br /><br />It was so great to talk to someone who knows where we come from- for example, i was about to explain what Netball was, until I realised he must know the sport!! YAY!!<br /><br />He's also a photographer, and his stuff is pretty cool, so check it out- haydenlloyd.net :)Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720147528835676199.post-9276044446574586602008-11-22T14:52:00.002+01:002008-11-22T15:04:19.080+01:00SNOW!It has finally become a winter wonderland here in Salzburg!!!<br /><br />We arrived home from Schladming last night, to find our little Puch paradise covered in a fairly thick coating of snow!! It is very, very beautiful! The snow is so light and fluffy and, to quote Anna, the flakes kind of float... We threw a few snowballs, just to get into the winter mood, then went to bed to dream of other winter lovelies, like snowmen, skiing and Glühwein :)<br /><br />And this morning-- MORE SNOW!!! All the grass outside the building, and the volleyball courts, and the trees, all covered, white! So at 11:30 we went outside to frolic about in the snow!! It was so much fun, more snowballs, snow angels, snow fights, rolling Rita down the hill, snow wrestling, and funny photos! Its so so so great :D <br /><br />I love Austria....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByKf5Cefomj5TE-HDTgJu075rIpB80Jd-0kQo9r67nEa00q0JM8POOrVbm7kzdGUdLg86kzRtnlw4cbkKaQ1nylK3sB8WeP239E0srMZfJQp_QmM3iiF1_Aoq0Ckq0nyySAT1vDAPEfo/s1600-h/CIMG0046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByKf5Cefomj5TE-HDTgJu075rIpB80Jd-0kQo9r67nEa00q0JM8POOrVbm7kzdGUdLg86kzRtnlw4cbkKaQ1nylK3sB8WeP239E0srMZfJQp_QmM3iiF1_Aoq0Ckq0nyySAT1vDAPEfo/s320/CIMG0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481028886405890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhvA3YaTvnyl-KOq1VINRHsaZAV6y2PfRcIdYvCEuJwFib7xQpfEn0Y9xHjCIyOtF3_oPokfHDIzz6uMdHnLFkUfDcPejtRf4b7inMPy1EzYbbXI9Pt6aNUO3R4nMS6AmkGMVx6KZ6YI/s1600-h/CIMG0049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhvA3YaTvnyl-KOq1VINRHsaZAV6y2PfRcIdYvCEuJwFib7xQpfEn0Y9xHjCIyOtF3_oPokfHDIzz6uMdHnLFkUfDcPejtRf4b7inMPy1EzYbbXI9Pt6aNUO3R4nMS6AmkGMVx6KZ6YI/s320/CIMG0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481025443229922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OaU02pZ4FBFYBMpt0a4X-PqtH0TKhJXugqEJVyzPTP2kvQWld9s73KxVPkFzNh1feciVJYUmwXS3imTCKJlf8LFQmot8rf1KnkQmZZoXcpxd_vY88hrprA_33bFK1qjLVgLIblsWoEo/s1600-h/CIMG0057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7OaU02pZ4FBFYBMpt0a4X-PqtH0TKhJXugqEJVyzPTP2kvQWld9s73KxVPkFzNh1feciVJYUmwXS3imTCKJlf8LFQmot8rf1KnkQmZZoXcpxd_vY88hrprA_33bFK1qjLVgLIblsWoEo/s320/CIMG0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481035722552434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IkAoYhI7XAxobTSaAB2ApAJuuXIZFR68Rhuz2xcIM79nciu4QYv3efBn2Wc8JonizbRTJbC66eMneUk_33ulyBCOtY5qfblQFtYaEGtOj19YVPZKWRmzHMNUtu-R4zTSvYHAwdigBo0/s1600-h/CIMG0061.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IkAoYhI7XAxobTSaAB2ApAJuuXIZFR68Rhuz2xcIM79nciu4QYv3efBn2Wc8JonizbRTJbC66eMneUk_33ulyBCOtY5qfblQFtYaEGtOj19YVPZKWRmzHMNUtu-R4zTSvYHAwdigBo0/s320/CIMG0061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481041688202882" /></a>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10564132354173479980noreply@blogger.com0