onsdag den 4. juli 2012

Where's the good in goodbyes?



Goodbyes are not forever.
Goodbyes are not the end.
They simply mean I'll miss you
Until we meet again!

I mandags tog Josi hjem, og jeg er nu den eneste udvekslingsstudent her i Foz. Underligt, men jeg har (heldigvis) supertravlt. Har tænkt meget over alt det med at sige farvel, og selvom det er grimt og øv, så synes jeg at det kan være smukt. Alle de tårer der har trillet på mine kinder, har jo trillet af kærlighed til den person har jeg sagt farvel til. Man kan sikkert lære at se det smukke i alt, og med alle de farvel, jeg har sagt, har det vel også været nødvendigt for min overlevelse.

Er gået i gang med at pakke min kuffert, og om 4 dage er jeg i Danmark. Prøver at lade være med at forholde mig til det, men det er underligt at vide, at alt hvad du gør, er for sidste gang. At det hele faktisk er ved at slutte. Men det betyder også, at der nok ikke kommer (ret mange) flere indlæg på bloggen, i hvert fald ikke her fra Brasilien.

torsdag den 28. juni 2012

travelplan :)


Om 9 dage slutter mit eventyr. Det er ikke engang bare et komma, som da jeg tog herned, det er et punktum. Det er definitivt slut. Det bliver aldrig det samme igen, og det er derfor, at det er så hårdt at sige farvel.
For dem der skulle være interesserede (mamma!!), er her så min travlplan. Nu er der ingen undskyldning for ikke at vente på mig i lufthavnen med blomster og skilte og flag. Jeg glæder mig til at se jer! 

    Student Travelplan
    Date 
     Time
    Type
    Airport
    Flight No
    Remarks
    07-07-2012
    1300
    Departure
    Iguacu
    JJ 3558
    Ref.: 26IRCB
    07-07-2012
    1445
    Arrival
     Sao Paolo GRU


    07-07-2012
    1825
    Departure
    Sao Paolo GRU
    LH 507
    Ref.: 3BBG5L
    08-07-2012
     1055
     Arrival
     Frankfurt


    08-07-2012
     1440
     Departure
    Frankfurt
     LH 828

    08-07-2012
     1600
     Arrival
     Copenhagen


torsdag den 21. juni 2012

Please, læs mit forrige indlæg, det er et essay skrevet af en udvekslingsstudent i USA, og senere hen lagt på internettet, (så desværre ikke mig som er så klog at kunne skrive noget så godt). Det er langt, men det beskriver exchange rigtig, rigtig, rigtig godt, og så please læs det :)

What is exchange?

Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything. 

Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way. 

Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.

Exchange is learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper, trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have the strength to endure a year on your own, endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to you before. Trust that you will have friends. Trust that everything’s going to be alright. And it is seeing this trust being justified. 

Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you. 
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.

Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends. 

Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band. 

Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.

Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s hearing your little host brother asking where his big brother is. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world. It’s getting 5 new families. One of them being a huge group of the most awesome teenagers in the world.
It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.

Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.

Exchange is falling in love. With this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country. 

Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…

Exchange is understanding. 

Exchange is unbelievable. 

Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.

Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.

Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt. 

Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.

Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year. 
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.

Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.

Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it.

tirsdag den 19. juni 2012

ate mais amiga

i dag tog marta tilbage (ja, det er bevidst at jeg skrev tilbage og ikke hjem), øv :( tror ikke at jeg har realized at hun rent faktisk er væk, og at der går måneder, måske år, før jeg ser hende igen.


torsdag den 7. juni 2012

O último mês começou hoje :(

Min sidste måned i Brasilien startede i dag, tror ikke rigtigt at det er gået op for mig endnu. Om 13 dage er Marta taget hjem. Om 25 er Josi, og om 30 dage er det min tur. 30 dage, hold da op. É nada mesmo.



Hygger mig stadig, selvom vinteren er kommet og her er blevet ALT for koldt (10 grader, ude som inde), var i går hjemme hos Josi, hvor billederne også blev taget. I dag er det helligdag, og i morgen har vi også fri, bare fordi at de ikke gider at gå på arbejde igen, for een dag, haha. Brasilien ♥ 
I dag var jeg tideligt oppe for at hjælpe interact (rotary for unge) med at samle tøj ind til de fattige, som ikke har råd til at købe tøj, og derfor ikke kan holde varmen. :) Altså, indsamlingen havde været igang længe, men i dag kom det hele, og det skulle lægges sammen og bindes sammen alt sådan noget. Min søster fra Curitiba kom også i dag, og i eftermiddags tog vi lige et smut til Argentina. Her til aften har jeg lavet fine cupcakes med mine søstre, så vi hygger os skam. Selvom det er aaaalt for koldt!

Smutter nu, tchauzinho, beijos e abraços. Ilhes amo, tomara que veja todos vocês no aeroporto, quando chegar lá! Até em breve!

mandag den 4. juni 2012

Nada é pra sempre :'(


Cirka 1/3 af distriktet, aka os som blev til den bitre ende, søndag eftermiddag :)
Kom i går aftes hjem fra den sidste weekend med de andre udvekslingsstudente (altså dem der er tilbage), til Rotarys årlige distrikt konference. Egentlig var der ikke noget program for os, udover en enterance til åbningscermonien, men det var skønnere end skønt at være forenet igen. Vil lade billederne tale for sig selv, men slutte med at sige, at jeg aldrig, aldrig, aldrig har grædt så meget i hele mit liv. 

4640, os amo  !

















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