Tomorrow I have exams. Very right, what on earth am I doing , blogging the day before my exams?
I figure if I didn’t study enough by now, I never will have.
Yesterday I did study myself to death though, so don’t worry. Well, not to death, because I am still alive to tell you about it.
I sat in my bed, listened to Sugababes and Handel, also Chitty Chitty Bang Bang soundtrack, and more such things, and studied.
Then I decided I needed a break and so I went for a bike ride. The weather was perfect; quite cold but not to cold, and no rain.
And after sitting inside all day it felt so good to be out in the cold.I biked to the bakery and got candy and fanta…like I told the sales lady ‘when one studies one doesn’t have to think about being healthy’ and she agreed with me so I felt quite justified.
I then went in the little road that passes right beside the bakery, I always want to take it but never actually do it, and it is so cute!
Just an adorable little road, when you go left it becomes even cuter,and , although it hardly seems possible , when you take a right after that…it’s just perfect. You pass a delightful old farm and that’s the last house on the little darling road. I know, by now it is a different road and a different name but never mind (in Belgium usually don’t look at road names..they always disappoint me.They are always fearfully everydayish.)
Anyway, when you go past that last farmhouse, there is a tunnel ,and I stood looking at it, deciding if I would dare go through or not. On the other side, the road went on , a little darker because the fields on either side of it are higher, and there are trees bending over it, but behind that I could see the sun shining.
I went through (expecting to be kidnapped any moment,it felt so frightfully far away from the civilized world,so lonely)
And came out and gosh how pretty!!! To my right there were fields and houses far away, trees, church towers, clouds in the sky, cows in the fields…and right in front of me the little road kept going on and on…and to my left there was…the highway.
And therefore realized I was still in Belgium, and biked back home, (flying through the tunnel)scowling at every Belgian I met.
Today I worked and did not study…
And now I am going to watch a movie to soothe my troubled spirits.
*note: I did not get kidnapped when I went back through the tunnel and arrived back home safely*