Proper buzzin'

Friday night was party night. It was a lot of fun, but I always find these things difficult thing to write about unless something weird or disturbing happens. Thankfully nothing that interesting! Although, house parties are always a little odd for me: it takes me a while to get my bearings and then to pick a room, corner, or spot I am comfortable with. But once I do, I'll be content for the entire evening.

One thing I learned from the evening? I hate stairs. Dutch stairs, to be exact. They are ridiculously steep and narrow. Is there really any need for that? And for someone of my limited coordination, climbing them sober is challenge enough. Would hate to have attempted it after a drink or two. Nope.

It was a great party, but the temptation of kapsalon drew me away relatively early on in the evening. As always, totally worth it.

The following afternoon I had a quiet bike ride around Kralingse Bos Park. It was a beautiful day and I was in desperate need of some alone time with my camera: the perfect combination.

Seconds after this picture was taken my bike blew over in the wind: I had to ride home with the handle bars bent and pointing in the wrong direction... Thankfully I managed to straighten her up by myself, with little more than a bit of brute strength. *flexes muscles*

Then, on Sunday, I conquered Delft.

A group of seven went. And I fell in love with the little city: it was like a picture straight from a postcard. But, of course, when I actually went to get some postcards for my Grandparents they were all loudly promoting Amsterdam. Typical. But that's okay, I'm still a top Granddaughter. ;)

It was an awesome day out: the sun was shining and it was a trip that suited my small budget perfectly. There are only two things I would have done differently. Firstly, I would have found Delft's Market Square in time for lunch and visited one of the many the pretty cafés (granted, that was easier said than done). Second, would have been to visit on another day of the week, so that we could have climbed the stairs of the New Church and taken in the view: closed on Sundays. But I still had a lovely time: buying (and quickly devouring) fancy chocolates, getting into a museum for free, and sitting in the sunny square with a comforting drink of hot chocolate.

My favourite picture of the day, unfortunately we were one man down!

Monday evening brought Emma's birthday celebrations...and another flight of terrifyingly Dutch stairs. It was a quiet affair with lots of unhealthy snacks and an apple pie pretending to be a birthday cake. There was very relaxing atmosphere and, in my opinion, it was exactly how a birthday should be spent. A bunch of international misfits in Rotterdam can make a pretty good substitute for family on days like this, so I can only hope that we brightened up her day a little!

The rest of the week was decidedly less exciting, and consisted mainly of frantic homework, coercing friends into helping me film, and making a fool of myself outside the cinema as a desperately tried to recall my simple script. Unfortunately, as soon as I looked into the lens, I panicked and lost all train of thought...remind me never to be a presenter. And a big thank you to Jess who had the outstanding patience to stand outside with me in the wind and rain for the best part of an hour - sorry about that one!

Then, of course, there were the delightful (and exhausted) skype calls to my favourite South Korean, who happens to be in Iceland at the moment...where else would she be? And yes, Jinn claimed that spot and is refusing to let it go! =D

Until next week, tot ziens! 

(Still desperately trying to prove that I know a little Dutch!)