I know, I promised a new story already for the Friday/Saturday, but I have been terribly busy (trying to avoid to say too lazy to write the blog).
I arrived to England already on the 23rd of September having had a wonderful trip Paris-Dijon-Paris (Thank you, Maija, Sandra, Kairiin, Constance and my all other wonderful friends, who I saw during my trip!). I spent a fantastic weekend in London (thank you, Hanna Laura, Mattias and Heidi!) and on Monday, the 26th of September, in the morning, I arrived to Coventry. After passing by the University to collect my house key, I arrived to my new (again) home, on the Craven street. The taxi driver already mentionned me that on my street, there are 4 bars (he was wrong, there are 5 of them and the sixth just around the corner). Moreover, two of them are just next doors to my house.
I was the first one who arrived ( I had no clue, who are the other 3), so there was a bunch of letters (and flyers) for the last tenants behind the door. I hardly managed to open it. Of course in this house, we had nothing. No plates, artillery for eating (or preparing the food). We had only furniture. Still, instead of going to Ikea (which I found on my way to the centre or presumably to the center), I went to buy some food! When I finally got back, I discovered from my house a newcomer! Valentine, a 20years old French girl from Lille! So... we went back to Ikea. Of course... speaking in French. When we were getting back, we were already anxious, if there's somebody new in our house. I felt myself like being in a reality show - "Who comes next? Is it a boy or a girl?" And, when we entered the house, we heard in a moment an italian accent: "Hello!". And this was our 27 (soon to be 28) years old Giovanni from Trieste.... who had also done some shopping in the Ikea. So we have some things in double. Oh well.. who cares. So already on the first night, we went to the bar, with the other Erasmus students. As I heard later, some of them arrived already for the weekend, so they already knew each other. Later this night, I managed to get lost, when I was getting back home alone (Valentine was already back at home and Giovanni decided to stay with others for a while). I admit that I took some beers, but this getting lost wasn't their fault. It was the fault of the streets. They look all the same! At least, now, I know, that my street is the third one after the railbridge, the first one after the traffic lights!
The next day, Valentine left for the campus for a week (she was the only of us, who did the orientation program), so guys stayed home alone. We kind a enjoyed it, arranging the house and having beers during the evenings and when Valentine got back for the weekend, we had a little (with around 25people) pre-party before going out. And during this party, somebody was so intelligent that he (or she) managed to put the burning hookah ash to our garbage bin... so there is a little hole in it.. nice. Later, we went to the local club, Kasbah. Quite an intresting experience. A club, with 3 rooms, where was 3 different style of music (rock, very-very bad pop and minimal/house/electro, which was obviously cool). During this night, I managed to leave an impression to couple of DJ's, that I'm a party promoter (sorry, I'm not!). Also, this was the night, where I became an estofrench. There was couple of french girls who came to our place for the pre-party. They told me that they are french and I replied in a second: "Me too!" (In french obviously). Oups... I'm still sometimes forgetting that I'm an estonian (actually not).
Later, during other days (or evenings), when I have been talking french to somebody, there's always a spanish or italian who turns to me and says, that he/she thought that I'm not a french but somebody from... Estonia. Yes, someone has problems to remember the name of this little beautiful country.
Anyway, for now, school has lasted for a week already and I have finally my schedule, which (thank God!) leaves me a chance to have some trips in England (I'm free from Thursday afternoon until the Monday afternoon. Great!), if I'm not reading. And seriously... the professors gave us such lists of readings that at first, I thought they were joking (e.g. one professor gave us for this week 10books to read... entirely!).
So, I'll finish for a moment... and start reading (again).
Bises,
k.
btw. I'm probably the best chessplayer in the University of Warwick. But about that latet.
