4 Months?...

I wonder what I’ll be doing in the summer. I don’t think we’ll be travelling as a family, I might go somewhere with some friends though… Hmm… I think I’ll be playing tourist in Bergen, just to see what it’s like, get to know more about Bergen before I leave… I should probably get a job, that’s not such a bad idea, then I’ll have some money for my year abroad. I can’t wait for the summer to come, the sun will shine, the temperature will crawl past 20c, the smell of sea will be everywhere, I’ll be able to enjoy my strawberries, school’s out, but most of all; I’ll be one step closer to Mexico!... Arh, the summer seams so faraway, 4 months… Well, 4 months isn’t that long, is it?...

Nothing but silence...

I’m sitting here at my desk thinking about next year. I have no idea where in Mexico I’ll be living. I want to know more. Will I be living near the beach? In a small town? In a desert?... Every time I get a letter from AFS I believe they have found me a family, till now it’s only been contracts they forgot to send me, or contracts I forgot to sign. I know it’s a bit early, I just cant stop thinking about it. Where will I live? On a mountain? In a valley?...


I’m also thinking about last summer. The trip to Wisconsin. Me, my mother and a friend of hers went to visit some friends who live in Wisconsin. The airport lost our luggage, I got sunburnt and eaten by the mosquitoes. We went to Chicago where we saw Steve Wonder, ate in the Hancock Centre, went to the worlds largest indoor aquarium. Me and Emma went to Six Flags, she thought me mini golf, she made me eat a Gyro. That’s just some of it… I wonder if the airport will lose my luggage when I’m on my way to Mexico. I wonder how the trip will be.


I sailed to Den Helder in Holland last summer with statsraad lehmkuhl. I went all by my self, and came back with lots of friends and memories. I was awkward at first, I think everyone knew someone else there but me. The awkwardness flew away 10 minutes later, I was sitting there talking to two Norwegian boys, and suddenly we were five people at the table. The next day I came in touch with some other people, from both Norway and Holland. We washed the toilets, set the sails, watched the dolphins and slept in hammocks. When we got to Den Helder I and a couple of guys decided to go to Amsterdam, we went to the Dungeon. In the Dungeon the actors for some reason they always picked me to “suffer”… I was left alone with the doctor, apparently I was a witch and I also was supposed to be tortured...

Rhonja and I went shopping in Den Helder, I needed some new clothes for the parties. We only had fifteen minutes till closing time. We got to know people from Oman, Brazil, Ecuador, England, France, Italy and Russia. Will my trip to Mexico be similar? Will I get to know people from other parts of the world? How long time will pass till the awkwardness will pass?... I can’t stop wondering about all of this. I can’t wait to get a host family!

-Love Pernille