I though to start a blog to post this, but it's not really a blog material, nor do I intend to continue posting in a blog-style, neither have I figured out my type yet
I am sent in a funny little city of a funny little country. Everything here is totally paralysed because of the various strange events that are happening, seemingly all the time. People are nice and cool, overfriendly, they eat too much, talk even more, ask you various strange questions you don’t know how/if you should answer, and open their hearts in roughly 10 minutes after they first meet you. They have opinion about every possible subject under the sun and stubbornly argue their point of view, which is incredibly funny
I‘ll stay like 2 more weeks here and I am seriously enjoying myself with the big amount of coffee we consume and the small amount of work we get done. A bit overwhelmed by the constant company (people won’t just leave you alone, they feel they have to get you for lunch, dinner, drink, tourism, etc.). Quite surprised of how interesting personal lives people have and how eager they are to discuss it with practically everybody. Delighted of the good food and the nice people. Awkward of the facility everybody asks you about your family, (/lack of) boyfriend, income, etc. Anxious about what I would like to have already done (work), but haven’t even been able to start it yet.
This would be the Neverland of my dreams, if I weren’t so introverted and so stressed.