Samyu and her friends(Lewis, Yusef and Zerina) were middle school graduates from India, selected for a cultural trip to the Netherlands for 3 weeks. This blog narrates you about their journey together as four that the memory were much better, since...
Early in the morning, I had a weird sensation in my stomach. With its malicious smirk, my abdomen said, "Hey, I'm back this month to destroy your character and happiness." That's right—agony. Not aches or discomfort or grumpiness, but very serious pain. Dysmenorrhea.
I woke up first and got ready even before my parents did. I was craving for something sweet and thanks to Juliette, who had placed chocolates in a jar on my study table, I was able to satisfy my urge. I felt exhausted but not sleepy. I stayed in bed till 8:00 a.m. And I went downstairs for breakfast. I informed my host mom that I got my chums while I packed my lunch and she suggested that I take additional water to school.
When bad luck strikes, you must wait to see what the universe and you can make of it, how you can build something beautiful out of something so terrible.
But today is a travel day!
We were already late for school, but I couldn't ride faster. Juliette directed other students to overtake us whenever they horned at us, and I arrived late. Zerina, Yusef, and Lewis were already assembled in our room with Mr. Beek. I wasn't feeling well and asked him if we could go after 10 minutes. He talked about our plans, including kayaking in Hattem. Zwolle and Hattem were like two peas in a pod, the sisters. Wherever one, was the other was close by.
He mentioned that we need to cycle to the port near us and take a boat to arrive at Hattem. And that shocked me completely!
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We unlocked our iron horses and it was a wild morning. While we rode our bikes, the clouds and the sun alternated their positions. There were increasing areas of blue, the kind of blue that is both soft and brilliant.
I was gently pedaling with the sense of motion, the pace and the rise and fall of the trail, the opportunity to travel over grass, mud, or road. We drove the same route Juliette had taken me the last time, and I told my friends, we should go there when we had time. I told them how lovely it was, but they were uninterested.
The town air was fresh that day, almost sweet and flowery as the speed of life slowed to a more steady beat. The roads were mostly one vehicle wide, and the bends were covered by a hawthorn hedgerow that has grown uncontrollably with the rain and sun.
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