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...
We were famished when we returned to school from Amsterdam. Juliette and Michiel were waiting for me at school together and they only had one bicycle with them. We exited the car, disappointed that they didn't take us to a Chinese restaurant. But when I approached Juliette, she told me that we were going to have dinner with our family tonight to celebrate Mom's birthday which was exciting and I became overjoyed.
While we unlocked our bikes, the cool wind doodled on the panned windows. Juliette sat in the rear seat of Michiel's bike as he drove, I followed them. It was chilly, and Juliette kept checking if I was driving the bike safely. We parked our bikes on one of the busiest streets, which was lined with restaurants. I became enthusiastic as I began telling Juliette and Michiel about my trip to Amsterdam while we waited for our parents.
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Later, my host parents joined us and we all left the place. We went walking to the restaurant and I had no idea where I was taken but the only thing I knew was the refreshing light of early twilight, the street had the hues of artistic dreamtime, delicate yet strong pastels. The joyful conversations, scents, and simple and natural colors made me felt as if I've stepped into a dreamland.
We headed towards an Italian eatery that served pizza when I noticed it. I grew excited about eating pizza and my host mom exclaimed, "Here we come," pointing to an Indian restaurant called "Gandhi." I was terribly shocked and grateful that they had considered taking me to an Indian restaurant. We went inside, and I was told to order anything that tasted delicious to me. Juliette had already visited India, so she was familiar with a few dishes, and my host father also helped us in ordering the meals.
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I offered my mother the seeds I had purchased for her as we waited for our dinner. She was pleased to receive it and responded, "I'll take good care of them," which made me understand that I had given her something she adores. Our meals were served, and everything tasted more Indian. We ordered more than we could, and in the end, my host father claimed he expected me to eat more than what was provided, which is impossible for me. We had a wonderful family time together, took a family portrait, and I must say that the photo turned out beautifully.
