Meeting my new Family and old Friends

Exchange. The girl that had stayed here, let’s call her Sophie, and her father met me at the train station. I embraced the girl, shook hands with her father and we went the short way home in their rather cool car. Her mom and brother greeted me outside, in the backyard. Her mom kissing me on both cheeks (btw, she doesn’t speak English), her brother shaking my hand shyly. They showed me her room and the rest of the little house before getting me to dinner which tasted wonderful, but was a horrible experience because I have a phobia of eating in front of people. Oh well, the day would get better! 

Sophie took me to the city center were we met with nearly all of the others and we were hugging and I told the story of how I got from Oslo to Pécs and then we all went out for drinks at this little place the Norwegians named “the grass place”. We toasted to the warm weather and new friends and laughed and laughed with the sunset as backdrop.


-Mari Clémentine