being on this trip, i've learned how to operate the washing machine and the dryer, open a beer bottle with a key, and drink my coffee black.

i am currently in my hosts' house, and it seems like i got lucky on the side. i've got a pretty young couple (compared to some of my friends' ones) and they SPEAK ENGLISH. which apparently not all hosts can do. i'm currently the only student in the house as well.

food-wise, it's fucking fantastic. i've got cooked food every meal (no more damn sandwiches), coffee both at night and in the morning and wine every dinner. maybe because of the kids in the house, but for breakfast there's a huge selection. bread, muesli, scrambled eggs, toast, cereal, jam, butter (damn good butter), nutella and sometimes PANCAKES. yumyumyum. both the parents can cook, so i'm lucky in that sense. i've even got internet, and i'm driven to school as long as the kids are being driven to school. the bed's a queen-size bed, and the toilet is HUGE with a freaking bathtub. no more small dingy looking bathrooms. and the pathetic floor.

i think i love brest. it's bloody comfortable in the hosts' house. and apparently the 12 year old son likes green day. smart him. all i knew was fucking pop music when i was 12.

and i'm curbing my swearing tendency in the house. instead of calling out OH FUCK i called out oh crap when the plate nearly dropped. be proud of me.