I don’t want to sell this week short as it has been nothing short of unbelievably fantastic, but Christmas exhaustion and lack of energy from relaxing has made writing this blog tonight a bit of a chore. So here goes.
Monday I was still in Iceland with Logan and Dustin where we drove south from Rek to Vik (about 2h45). On the way, we stopped at a variety of waterfalls which I won’t be able to spell, some basalt beach stacks on black sand beaches (where we actually got stuck in a snow storm) and an abandoned plane wreck. Exhausted and wet, with less than attractive hair on my part, we arrived at Hostel Puffin where we were greeted by nobody. It was the weirdest little hostel ever, we never saw anyone who worked there, were just left the key and then clambered up the stairs to the top floor where our tiny yet cosy three bed room was. We went out for dinner at a nearby restaurant, showered and headed to bed exhausted.
We woke up the next morning and left early for the airport, giving us plenty of time to deal with SAD cars. There we said our final goodbyes and I faced the reality that what wa sa really really good week with two likeminded and equally sarcastic brothers had come to an end. I seriously had the best time ever with those two (despite being bullied/accidentally eating a significant amount of raw lamb.)
I jumped on a plane to London Gatwick where I was met by Dan and Brent at Horsham station. They drove me through the British rain to their old renovated barn where Polly and lovely American Christina were waiting by the fire. We chit-chatted and then went to bed.
Over the course of the next couple of days, we celebrated Christmas together which was perfect. Many people asked what it was like being away from home for Christmas and to be honest, when you had company like I did, it was pretty difficult to feel homesick (despite having the best family ever – hi mum, hi dad.) We played many many board games, ate much much food (all very lovingly homemade by Polly) and lazed around a lot too which was ideal. In addition to that;
- Christina, Dan, Polly and I went to Arundel one day where we went for a muddy walk through green castle grounds
- Liv and Sam Chapman came over for a Christmas Eve meal – awesome to catch up from Sydneysiders
- We ate out at Greets Inn which is a local pub right out of Harry Potter (it has handles on the low ceiling for people too hold onto who have had a little too much to drink)
- We got matching onesies for Christmas (Dan the British flag, Christina an American one and me a koala)
- Oat and raisin cookies were made and demolished as well as devouring Polly’s Christmas cake that she has been making since September
- Dan, Brent and I headed into London where Dan and I went got breakfast at Pret and headed to All Souls for the morning service
- Enjoying my first ever poisson and brussel sprouts deliciously cooked by Pol for Christmas lunch/dinner
- We watched the first episode of Sherlock which I really enjoyed
- I met up with Hannah, Abi, Pieter and Naomi Brons-Harper where we went out for brunch at the Riding House Cafe. Great to catch up with childhood friends
Overall it’s been a brilliant week particularly thanks to the Dowson family. From over feeding me to giving me waaaaay too many Christmas presents, from bullying me into wearing a Santa hat on Christmas to crushing my ego when playing Perudo, I’ve felt welcomed like one of the family (although don’t worry I’ll never use the term adopted parents 😉 ) I’m very happy here and it’s made the transition out of exchange semester so easy. (Just like last time!) Thank you.
Me on a rock
Many snuggies, much onesies this Christmas
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I saw that Christmas cake in the making!! I want to know how much alcohol went into it and how much into the chef!! I love that we have been to the same places. So grateful for the gift of friends…. Like family. Xx