Day 7 - Amsterdam -> The Hague -> Rotterdam -> Antwerp ->Brussels
* The Hague is very beautiful. Especially during sunrise. Maybe we should have pent more then 2 hours there between 6 and 8 am…
* If you go to Rotterdam, buy a map with a walking tour at the train station! Def our best decision ever.
* Also, take a nap if you spent the night on night trains (from Amsterdam to Rotterdam and back). In a park. They have quite a lot.
* And maybe if you’re on a eurotrip, you should not visit 3 cities a day if you had not enough sleep the night before… You won’t enjoy the third one.
* Thought Antwerp is pretty nice. But basically I hardly remember of anything…
* DON’T feed the seagulls! Neither the pigeons…
* Arriving to Brussels and to Cory was like haven. He’s got a swimming pool. And we could finally sleep on a bed again. So much comfort!
Second day of #eurotrip.
*Berlin looks like it was designed by someone who’s been on acid.
*Meeting someone you haven’t seen for two years sometimes feel like you meet a complete stranger. (a really nice one though)
*These Germans really with tourists. Apart from the fact that they made a baricade around the Branderburger tor just so that they can watch the f*cking World Cup…
*Germany is a better UK. But I don’t speak the language so probs I won’t move here.
*German knowledge from primary school is useful. At least I can say that Ich verstehe nicht.
*I just love Berlin!
Day 3: Hamburg and Bremen
*I’ve learnt that getting a free guide tour is not necessarily good. Also, without a map it’s impossible to find things in Hamburg.
*Either the Red Light District is pretty boring/invisible or we are so lame that we couldn’t find it.
*Alex lives in an MTV Cribs house. With a fairy tale car, mom and dog.
*Bremen is also like a medieval town from a Grimm brothers story.
*We are like in an majestic 5 star hotel. Not just we have a bed (!!!) and we don’t have to sleep on the floor but we have an own bathroom!!! What is this comfort?
*All German guys look the same.
*And they are all scary during a WC game (against Nigeria). I hope the German team wins cos otherwise they’ll burn something down.
*I wanna steel Alex’ dog!
It is pretty clear that I am a horrible blogger. I’m at home, in Budapest. I’ve finished the first year of uni. That is pretty insane. No more St Andrews for 3 months. I’ve been home since last Thursday and it turned out that basically I am just so bored. I really wanna work but so far I couldn’t get any jobs. And it is pretty hard because I could really use some money. Living in the UK (and especially in St Andrews) is terrifyingly expensive. Also, I am going to do a Eurotrip next month and I’m gonna go to a camp in Transylvania, I promised my friends that I’ll go to Bulgaria and Slovakia and also, I’d really like to go to a the very famous and incredibly amazing music festival in August called Sziget. This is gonna be a really cool summer I hope.
But let’s go back for a bit in time! A lot of things happened in the second semester. I’ve got an offer from the Goldsmith Collage but I did not take it because of various reasons - but mostly because eventually I’ve got to like St Andrews. It is still small and boring, still not realistic and a bit dummy, and I’m still far away from friends and it is still definitely not London. But somehow I’ve got to appreciate the positive things. This refers to basically for all the awesome people I met. So, now I am at home and somehow I’m homesick. And it is pretty weird and I’d not admit it to anyone in SA.
Other things happened as well, such as I’ve realised that I really hate studying. I spent my life lying to myself and to everyone else that I love studying. Everything. But now I really feel that I HATE studying. EVERYTHING. So this is gonna be a long next 3 years. Yaay!
My Erasmus friends came back for a short time so it was fun. My best friends from high school came to visit me; I went to London twice, to Glasgow twice, to Edinburgh a couple of times, I went to Loch Lomond for and it was super fun and really nice. I really enjoyed revision this semester as it was twice as long as last year and I made a lot of new friends in the library. (Yes, instead of studying…) I also became the Hungarian Society’s President. Hahaha. It’s gonna be an interesting next year with that… So to sum it up, it was a pretty intense second semester with lots of fun.
And I did May Dip on the 1st May! So this is also a tradition in St Andrews. On the 1st May you have to run into the sea at dawn preferably completely drunk. Seriously I think it was the funniest night I’ve ever had, though there are parts I could recall properly…
24 days until I go home and I can’t wait it.
I stopped writing this blog a while ago… The reason is that I don’t really feel interesting anymore. I feel like I’m living in a bubble. And unfortunately, I’m not talking about the cool Bubble-staff (a.k.a. cosy, familiar, friendly, St Andrews life) I am talking about being the main character in a European art film with obscure filter where the soundtrack is too loud that you actually can’t hear what the others are talking about.
In addition, I had a lot of coursework in the last couple of weeks (one presentation, two 2000-word-long essays, a Visual Analysis Test (about approx. 2000 images), an Italian test, and also, tomorrow I have another one), therefore I am extremely underslept, stressed, and by the way, I am really running out of money…
Don’t misinterpret anything it is not the time of complaining – it is time for funny stories!
1.) Are you gay?
Since my very good friend, Emily and I’ve realised that we suppose to meet our husbands here, at uni, we also had to realise that most of our Art History classmates are girls or probably gays. So I decided to ask anyone if they are gays or not, cos I won’t cause any misunderstanding. As you can imagine, boys had weird conversations with me. Unfortunately, they say that St Andrews is the paradise of LMBT, but my rate is 1 out of about 100…
But I won’t give up!
2.) Sleeping in the library
Because of I had to use a lot of heavy Art History book for my essays, I decided to move from the study room of the hall to the Main Library. Well, let me just say, if you spend there more than 14 hours with hardcore studying (and facebooking and having chats and eating cakes and show stupid videos to your Italian fellow and tumblring and…), you’ll be deadly tired as well. And the library has very cosy sofas. So, yes, I did take a nap a couple of times there. I don’t know why it happened to me that every time I woke up, someone was staring at me! Haven’t you seen sleeping people, dude??
3.) Raising Weekend
This is a habit in the University. The Academic families have a lot of fun (and alcohol) on Sunday, and then on Monday, every ‘children’ have to participate in a huge FOAM FIGHT on the Quad. (Oh, and your academic family dresses you up. Yep, there were lots of weird stuffs…) I smelled like shaving foam for days.
None of them was actually funny? It is probably because I slept ONE hour last night!
That is the thing that I can’t get out of my head. When I came here my target was, subconsciously, to be lonely and sad, never talk to anyone, but study a lot to show that I’m actually clever and paint and learn music and learn the proper British accent, do a lot of sports etc.
Oh, and I failed miserably! After my birthday I can’t say that I don’t have friends. And they are really the nicest, most caring people that I’ve ever met. So I can’t be the lonely, cool, sullen girl who looks down on people because I feel that I have to be nice and caring as well.
So two weeks ago yes, I was studying like hell trying to understand what the discipline of ‘International Relations’ is and how Duccio reflects Giotto. I wasn’t so successful. So on the last week I haven’t done anything because I felt it is the same doing nothing and tying but not being successful. Unfortunately it seems to me that it’s true. I skipped two Art History lectures, one Italian and one IR this week, I felt asleep on another IR lecture and on the third Art History I was facebooking and taking selfies with the girls next to me. So my balance is 1 out of 7. Congrats to myself… Result: on my Art History tutorial nobody cares that I have no clue and I don’t speak a world, and IR? OK, It was humiliating. But actually we were talking about a reading that by the way I’d read and about the lectures last week that I’d actually attended. So yes, it was humiliating because I wasn’t prepared enough (or mostly because I have no thoughts on this whole IR thing…), but it wasn’t because I spent my whole week partying…
All the sports I do is just tennis once a week (more or less), no running on every day, no volleyball, nothing.
In addition, I forgot to go to my piano lesson last week. And I don’t practice… So music skills improvement is zero.
And my British accent? Who the hell I am kidding with? I can’t pronounce a word correctly. But, at least my friends are trying to teach me.
OK, to sum up, I’m so bad at uni life. No, it’s not true. I’m good at socializing, participating, wearing the “Keep Calm and Study” T-shirt I bought in Oxford, using the vending machine in the Main Library and using the Tesco self-check-out. But I’m such a useless dull when that’s tie to study!
I went to Edinburgh, by the way. It is a lovely city. But I had not so much tie to sight-see cos I had to study an image (Venus Raising from the Sea by Titian) in the national Gallery…