Tour Guide.

First of all, I stand corrected. In the list of gifts that I received from my parents last week, I accidentally missed out the most expensive one (whilst remembering to include chewing gum and chocolates). Oops...

Thanks for the perfume!!

So what have I been doing myself this week? On Monday me and my little Australian buddy decided it was time to hit the gym. At 9am... We were far too optimistic. But we were there for around 10 o'clock, so I'm still counting that as a success! And when I say gym I mean the real gym. As in, the room with the scary exercise machines. That was a little bit nerve-racking! It's been a very long time since I've set foot in there - I generally like to stick to the classes. But it was really good. And I loved the motivational quote on the wall: "Sweat it fat crying" (or something to that effect).

I ran. I ran. Running. Me. Wow.

Those of you who know me, even a little bit, will know that running is something rare. Running is usually reserved only for when the bus is trying to pull away without me. I even enjoyed it a wee bit. Mental.

Major scran.

Tuesday's event was much more up my street. It was the IBCoM International Food Evening. Yum. We were supposed to bring something from our own country, which would have been great, but buying Scottish food outside of Scotland is not a challenge for the faint hearted. So all the things I could have brought (potato scones, haggis, black pudding, square sliced sausage, Irn-Bru...) were unattainable. And any of the things that I could, technically, have made (tablet, shortbread, stovies, a roast...) were either far too complex for my, limited, skill set or impossible to make with just a hob and a microwave. Gutted. Instead, I turned up with tuna pasta. 'Cause that's dead Scottish...

Oh well! It was a good night, with some amazing food (and a couple of pretty dire dishes too). Plus, the American's rocked up with McDonald's. Excellent. 

My "masterpiece"

Then, the next day, it was time for me and Riona to become tour guides for the afternoon. One of the exchange coordinators form Glasgow Caledonian was here, in Holland, for a conference of some kind so decided to come a day early to pay us a little visit. I was a little nervous, as neither of us knew her very well, but it turned out to be a really lovely day. We gave her a short and very ill-informed tour of the campus, getting a few drinks at the Erasmus Paviljoen along the way. A little while later, once we'd all had enough of campus, it was decided that we'd go into the centre of Rotterdam for a wander and a wee bite to eat. I was introduced to Hotel Bazar. The food was amazing. And, if I remember correctly, I had the New Delhi soup. Beaut. It was a massive portion as well. Soon after we said our goodbyes and sent Fiona (the exchange coordinator) off on the metro. What a great day.

A few wee goodies from GCU!

In other news, I have decided that my room mate is a genius. Or at least less daft than I am. She re-arranged the kitchen, so that it actually makes sense now. There is more room to walk around and the kettle no longer lives on the floor! Why didn't I think of that?

But now it's Friday again...I have no idea how the week slips away so fast. Was planning another gym visit today, but the weather is disgusting. I'm also going to go a third (and probably fourth) day without milk cause cycling to the supermarket does not sound appealing right now... Oh well.

P.s. I promise next weeks post will be a little more exciting. Got a cheeky wee day trip tomorrow! =D Fingers crossed for no rain!