Saturday 29 December 2012
Zambezi
Dear all, writing on my phone in Kariba. Everyone is alive, although I have terribleear pain. Samma som du hade Mathias i Spanien... In an hour we leave for our canoe trip down the Zambezi. Should be interesting. Will be back to civilization on the second. Love from all! Toodles!
Sunday 9 December 2012
Less than a month left
I am freeeeeeeee!! No more lessons or concerts. I would give you a story of the last two weeks events, but it has been crazy busy, so it would probably end up fifteen pages long. Plus after all this playing my elbow is not happy and therefore I won't write that much.
I think I've counted to seven concerts in nine days, plus HECTIC rehearsals. I held the conducting stick in six of the concerts, and the violin in all of them. Student concert, fundraiser, opening ceremony, busking, carol concert, christmas showcases. Phew.
It is a strange feeling now, when it's all over. My whole year of what I've been doing here. I can't believe how much has happened, how much I've learnt, how much I've seen and grown. I came a spoilt, naive Swede and leve a little less so I hope.
I now have a few days to spend with Sam, before the Swedish invasion. It is hot and cold like a roller coaster, but after the rains we've had everything is now turning green, which is so so so nice. I have gone from being a Swedish rain- and grey-clouds-hater to being a Zimbabwean rain- and grey-clouds-lover.
This morning Line, Stephen, Maria and I went to the bendover a quickie. The backseat of the car (Stephen and I) were not happy with the time of day and kept up the yawning and mumbling. Getting up at seven on a Sunday is just wrong. We did find a few things though, while some of the stalls were still being put up. Now I feel like going back to bed. I think I might.
Toodles.
I think I've counted to seven concerts in nine days, plus HECTIC rehearsals. I held the conducting stick in six of the concerts, and the violin in all of them. Student concert, fundraiser, opening ceremony, busking, carol concert, christmas showcases. Phew.
It is a strange feeling now, when it's all over. My whole year of what I've been doing here. I can't believe how much has happened, how much I've learnt, how much I've seen and grown. I came a spoilt, naive Swede and leve a little less so I hope.
I now have a few days to spend with Sam, before the Swedish invasion. It is hot and cold like a roller coaster, but after the rains we've had everything is now turning green, which is so so so nice. I have gone from being a Swedish rain- and grey-clouds-hater to being a Zimbabwean rain- and grey-clouds-lover.
This morning Line, Stephen, Maria and I went to the bendover a quickie. The backseat of the car (Stephen and I) were not happy with the time of day and kept up the yawning and mumbling. Getting up at seven on a Sunday is just wrong. We did find a few things though, while some of the stalls were still being put up. Now I feel like going back to bed. I think I might.
Toodles.
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