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I think I always start writing posts with putting on some music (this time, it’s Radiohead) and starting typing anything that comes to mind… Writing doesn’t really start with what a post would start with, except for this one I guess -I don’t want to edit this out now for some reason. *shurgs*

I’m sitting in a cafe Nero in the southern part of London, sipping on my cappuchino, still savoring the last bites of my slice of lemon cake – the luxury of the week. It was not great.
I’m sitting beside a wall of carefully selected and arranged books. Whoever ordered these books, was fairly particular about what they wanted . books of similar size, with black cover and golden or silver typeface. For the color pop, you gotta have a few red books too though and then to make it look a little bit less forced, you can buy a couple of random ones, but make sure they are the same size. For I moment I wondered if they were real books at all… I’m one table apart from the wall so I won’t check – the question will be there, hanging in the air, unspoken, unexplored. Oh the great mysteries of life. 😀

I’ve been meaning to post something for way too long now. I have many ideas about well-constructed posts, with messages, advice, funny stories and many great things, but when I sit down and start to write, it becomes and endless rambling without any sort of structure. It’s more of a diary than a useful blog and a sloppy one from that category as well. Flow of consciousness. Random things….

Anyway, I decided that today I’ll not only get out of the house, but brink my laptop with me, find a cafe, sit down, start putting words after one another and here I am, doing so…

After spending around 2 month back home, I now came to the UK. I’m in the midway of a 2-week internship at an illustration agency, before I move on to meet up with some great friends and then with them, buzz around in Leeds for the Thought Bubble Festival. Good times!

The things I’m doing is a two week unpaid internship where I’m just helping out in the office doing whatever they need me to help out with. I get some travel and food costs covered at the end (hence my luxury day – yay!), so with that I can hopefully manage to get my 2-week time mostly free of cost. That is only possible, because of a friend that offered to host me who happens to live a 20 minute stroll away from the agency. I’m lucky in many ways and I feel incredibly grateful for that.

I haven’t made it to the city center this time either and I probably won’t do while I’m here. I have no reason to, unless some local friends want to meet up.
Funny how this is my 3rd time to London and I still barely did any of the touristy things. That’s just not how my travel works at the moment I guess. Nor what my wallet is prepared for…

But I totally act like a tourist in another sense – I walk around on my way to or from ‘work’ and I stare at the world around me with an awe and I take photos of pretty much every blade of grass. English houses amuse me so much. I love the bricks fences, the variation of doors, window types, the lush greenery in the front gardens. *Click* Photo taken of a patch of moss here *click* photo taken of cool-looking house number *click* a pretty flower *click* a porch… People on the street must think I’m totally crazy for stopping at every door and to be fair, they are probably right.

The weather has been really nice too, so I’ve been sketching outdoor every day since last Monday and I decided that I’ll keep this up for the rest of my time in town. I’m 6 drawings in and still happy with it. I’m not putting a lot of pressure on it – they are just 15-35 minute sketches with one marker (an a pencil undersketch if I feel like it) on a small, postcard sized paper. I think my marker will give up tomorrow though, so I’ll have to switch another one. I still don’t want to allow myself to buy art supplies so I’ll switch to one of the big permanent markers I have…

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What else is going on?

Well, a month before I came here, I applied for a job back home and they were supposed to get back to me at the end of August. I guess that means I’m not hired. In that case, the plan was, that after my trip to Poland, which wraps up after the first week of October, I was going to go home, find a place to stay, a job, and give myself half a year to breathe, build things, settle down a bit.

Yesterday it hit me that I’m not sure if that’s the right plan. Finding an affordable apartment back home is not easy. A random job I could probably find easily, but it probably wouldn’t be easy to put money together. Why do I want to go home?

Do I want to? It seemed like a good idea, but I’m not sure anymore. There are a couple of things that it would be worth being home for – there are many interesting, exciting things happening, projects building, friends getting closer, inspiring people popping up on my radar. I want to touch base with people, I want to nurture myself, learn new things and give myself the space to create. But these latter things I can do without settling home.

What made me start re-thinking this again was that I realized that if location didn’t really matter, than maybe I should be in a country that either pays me really well for a random job (to save up to buy myself flexible time afterwards), or has a good potential for appealing work opportunities or pays fine and allows me to gain language skills. Or somewhere where I Know, that Good, Inspiring friends are around. Surrounding myself with great people is still very high on the priority list – if any of such friends would say, let’s move together and support each other, building something up, I’d be very eager to make a move towards that…

On the top of the language list is spanish and french I think. I haven’t been to France yet though and I have no language base so I wouldn’t be confident in moving there straight away, cause I don’t have enought mone at hand I think I couldn’t find a job straight up…

Then would come portugues and italian. I’ve been meaning to really learn languages for so long now and I’ve made so little effort and progress on that field for a long time now it feels like I wasted something… I either need to make enough money to enroll in a course or put myself in a different language environment. Otherwise I won’t do it…

So yeah, there is that…

Where should I go? What should I do?

While pondering about these things I’m also trying to figure out my path with art. Next week, I’ll have a portfolio review with the manager of the agency I’m interning at, so yesterday I’ve been putting together a pdf with my images that I see as a potential fit for their company. I have a pile of questions swirling around in my head and I realised that I’m eager to hear what they think. That might help me pick a direction for now – maybe not a geographical one, but at least an artistic career path. We’ll see.

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After weeks of  thinking and internal battles, I allowed myself to make the decision of changing plans and going home.

Yesterday I’ve felt particularly exhausted. As I was looking at flight ticket possibilities as I was still considering going with my original plan of going to London, but I realized that if I had the chance to book a direct flight from Palma to Budapest, I would book it without hesitation. If this is the case, why am I torturing myself with coming up with all the great excuses to still make it to London? I could list all the great reasons on why to do it, I know I could have greatly benefited from it, but the truth is I just couldn’t bare the thought of having to deal with an extra flight and the challenge of having to figure out my accomodation in London. Every inch of me was against having to pack my backpack one additional time. As I acknowledged that frustration I allowed myself to let the opportunities of that extra trip go and booked my way to get home. I am sure that if I would have pushed myself to do it, I could have come out just as happy with my decision, but I am content. Everybody who I talked to told me to follow my gut as I’ve been doing so before, so I did. It’s time to go home and breathe a bit.

Today, after getting over with the ‘stress’ of making a decision, finally having that off my chest, and after a long good night sleep it just feels weird.
It is really odd to know that a week and a half from now, I’ll be home. It’ll be cold and dark, I will unpack my backpack, Iwill not have to figure out my immediate future, and will not have my life depend on the kindness of strangers. I will be back in my known and familiar environment and soon enough I’ll face the challenge of how not to slip back into previous habits that were not at all good for me… That won’t be simple.
After a few days of gathering my thoughts I will catch up with many people and then will be probably get caught up in the craze of the holiday season, and in the meantime I will have the daunting pressure of having to figure out what comes next. Oh well…
That’s a challenge for 2 weeks from now.

Now I’m spending the last few days in Mallorca – tomorrow is my last full day, I’ll fly off on Wednesday (I’m heading to Barcelona for a week before I go home.)
I have a pile of work I owe to people, so today I tried to wrap most of that up, but I didn’t manage to get as much done as I wanted to, partly because some back-and-forth with who I was working for, made me have to scrap a few hours worth of work, but well… that’s life.
I’m playing ‘catch up’ with my tasks, and doing my best to learn the lessons that brings.
I have to learn how to set my own schedule, I’m trying to learn how to have a healthy pace of work, how to get as much done as I can, not get distracted, not hop around with tasks if I can, keep a clear list of priorities and do all this in a way that allows me to have a well-rounded day as well. It’s an interesting challenge. I’m getting used to monitoring my work hours – something, I never really had to do before but something that is definitely very helpful if I want to have a career as a freelancer.
While I’ve been working as a workawayer at different places I always adjusted to the daily pace of my hosts. As I’m travelling around this is the case no matter where I stay – adjusting to whoever is kind enough to host me – but I should slowly start building an effective pace of my own. Due to my randomness and my job before I never really had a schedule of life, which came in handy since during my trip I didn’t feel like I broke out of my natural cycle of habits (I didn’t have them), but now it’s soon time to build that up to boost my productivity.
Well, let’s see what the next chapter is about… 🙂

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Heeelllo World!

Sooo, here I am 10th November, day 226, I’m currently in a small town, called Sencelles – still Mallorca.

Right now I’m staying at the place of a very nice German artist and trying to help her out with various thing in exchange for staying at her home and sharing meals. She is a very kind soul, her house is amazing, her cats are adorable – I’m at a good place again, as that tends to be the case…

In my previous post I mentioned that I was soon on my way to my next host, a workawayer with whom I was gonna work on Etsy and online shops in general. That worked out really well and even though there were a couple of challenging moments it came to be that after the originally set 9 days or so I managed to stay there a bit longer, then take a couple of days off to wander back to Palma, return to him again for a week and now I’m going to head back there on Sunday.
That guy is really amazing, I enjoy our conversations a lot, I love his place, the calm and quiet of that home, the rhythm of his days, his bookshelf- I just want to read pretty much every book he has. 😀 I already finished 3 and lately started the 4th one, but damn, I could live off that bookshelf for a year, even though it’s not a wall-wide thing…

The funny bit is the roller-coaster ride that was leading up to me still being here. Even before I went to his place, I felt like I would want to stay longer  (I didn’t know why exactly, although I conjured explanations of course, I’m good at that), but I seemed to hit a wall, it seemed not to be possible. So there I was with a person with whom we were talking about the flow of things, meditation, the purpose of life, the path one’s supposed to walk and the hints, signs and brick walls the ‘Universe’ might throw your way – and as I was trying to plan my way off the island (I did not want to leave but it seemed like I have to) I ran into walls constantly. For a very long time certain websites simply wouldn’t load for me even though they worked perfectly for my friends and seemingly to everyone else on the internet… so I got a lesson of stay put, be present, be patient, let things go, let it unfold… At times I was very frustrated, after every random ‘lifelesson’ bit I would feel like a kid, shaking her fist at the skies, asking ‘okay, was this  the lesson? Can you let me off the hook now?’ or saying ‘C’mon, it’s not up to me, what am I supposed to do?’. Some moments I was really frustrated, some moments I had this deep trust that something will happen… something always would happen. If the control has been taken out of my hands, I can only wait with openness so when the solution arises I’m there. Slowly but surely, bit by bit things shifted, changedand formed – I stayed around for an extra week and a half, I was given the chance to book my flight to get off the island, but then things would become weird again and I was getting the hint that I should still stay around – and I wanted to as well… so here I was, with the desire to stay, the chance not being given, and the ‘universe’ playing along my side, simply not allowing me to look at flights or to check in to my flight…
As soon as we would agree that I might be able to stick around for another week (but I’d have to sort out a gap-week inbetween), the websites I was seemingly blocked from, started magically work again… thank you World. 😀 But even so, just leaving that small town when I was going to seemed to run into challenges – we wanted to drive to the trainstation in the next town so that I can get to Palma and low and behold, EVERY road was closed for just that time when we were trying to get there. Bicycle race… I couldn’t stop laughing in the car. We would wander off to small roads only to find every possible solution to be blocked for the next 2 hours…
I’m not in a storytelling mode, so I’m not giving you a great insight on how this whole thing felt, but maybe one day in another format, or over a beer. :))
Anyway, at some point I just said it out loud multiple times and I wrote it down as well – if I come across a nice place by the next day, that could host me  for the coming week I forget about my booked flight and I’ll take his offer for staying for one more week and then.. well then we’ll see what happens.
Next day, my life was sorted out for the coming 2 weeks, my host offered to pay the price of the lost flight, and well… here I am, still in Mallorca.

The current idea is that after I wrap up the next work-session with him I’d be flying off to Barcelona for a week, and then from there to London for the illustration fair, and then home, but if I’m completely honest with myself I really have no idea about what’s going on now… I’m completely open to trashing all those plans, let’s see what the world holds for me. I didn’t dare to book any flights yet.

 

So anyway, what I hope I’m learning about lately is being present. Also a lot about honest and open communication. Clear, to-the-bone-honest, but non-judgemental communication. Maneuvering various kinds of conversations in a way that everybody gets to express their feelings, needs and preferences without creating emotional baggage. There is a lot of room for improvement, but just by bringing it to the foreground of my mind and reading about it helped a lot already.
Book recommendation:  Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life

Another thing that was going on is Inktober, and people who follow me on social media probably ran into many posts with ink drawings – many plein air sketches. It was challenging at times, but then looking back it feels really great that I had such a productive month in October, finishing many drawings even if they were not huge, very creative pieces, but they are up to a level of finish, they are not just a pile of loose sketches. I should really try to build/keep the habit of getting things done day after day, cause apparently I am capable of doing so if I commit to it. There were a few days when I fell off schedule, there were about 2 days when I did not draw with ink and I think about 2 more when I didn’t finish the started pieces on the given day but I did make enough drawings for the days of the month plus I’ve made watercolor sketches as well. Also there was a day when I was really unhappy with my original sketch, so I just started over and made a new one from scratch. This is the album on my Fb page where I gathered the images that were dedicated to it.

Also I don’t think I’ve mentioned it over here, so shameless self-marketing time – I’ve opened a shop on society6 with a few designs, so Art prints, notebooks, T-shirts and such are available over there with a few of my artworks. There is many more I need to work on, and based on my newly found knowledge from the recent tasks I had there is an insane amount of things I’d need to do to be playing this online shop game properly, but for now it’s good. Designs are made available, and I’ve seen that they print well – the rest is marketing magic that I have to create headspace for. That is a quest for later.

FeleriSketches - deer - T-shirt
Head over to my shop to check out other designs (click on the image)

So anyway, I’m still here, still happy, still learning and I keep crossing path with amazing people.
I’m grateful for all the help and support of all the incredible people who are around throughout this trust-fall experiment of mine.

I love the whole world – boom de yada :))

 

 

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Today is the first day when it smelled like Autumn outside.
It’s a cold, rainy, grey day.

We’re flying to England this evening with the two friends who I was staying with for the last two months.
Two months… I can’t believe time just flew away like that.

Now comes a bit over a week’s worth of buzz and activity with a fair few friends and a convention, and then I’m going to Spain to visit a friend from back from and see if I can catch the last breath of Summer, over there…

I wanted to write a long, heartfelt post about all the things I’ve learned about and thought through during my time here, but there was always something more urgent, something more important, so that’ll have to wait. Or it will just remain unwritten like many other things I was planning on putting here.

Either, today is a day that feels unreal again – my bags are packed, and in 20 minutes we’ll be off to the airport…

171 day passed and still going. Still alive.

 

 

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I’m writing this on my way to flying home.

No, I am not “going home”, but I am flying home as part of my trip.
I have the chance to volunteer at an event in Croatia so I scrapped all my plans last minute and booked a flight to Budapest and then to move on to Zagreb.

I managed to jump on board with someone to an airbnb place for just 5 euros per night for the time of the event, so I’ll get to know new people and have a nice place to stay. Can’t wait.

Oh wait… actualy I can’t believe. 🙂

Every time something like this happens, I am just sure, that this is not happening. My life is sure not real, this must be the Matrix – things like this don’t happen to people. Except it does, apparently.

I was spending 5,5 weeks in Faro (Portugal) volunteering in a hostel for accomodation, and while I was spending time here I accidentally saw a message from a former teacher of mine (from College, studying Tourism) who just posted a line on Facebook asking if any of her friends are in south-Portugal for the summer and could help out some of her aquaintances. I “raised my hand” saying that well I won’t be here in the “summer” but am currently staying in Faro, so if there is any prep-work I can do to help, I am happy to do so. Turns out they were coming on a week that is still within the reach of my stay, so I agreed to help, even though I tried to hint that I am not a tourguide and I don’t want to lead sightseeings or such, so I could just help with other things.

Scared to death, I went for it anyway, cause I agreed to help and felt like not only do I not have a choice all that much, this year is about taking the leap anyway. Worst case scenario, I spend one of my free days with something I have never done before and that I was once interested and than later most afraid of going for. Now I tried and learnt some lessons.

Anyway, so they were really sweet and even though I feel that I was absolutely horrible (at living up to any expectations of mine anyway) I had a good time, I think they were really generous and also invited me for lunch.

What are the odds for me even seeing that facebook post? I don’t have Fb on my phone so I only see what’s going on there when the wifi and laptop constellation aligns. Then since she is not a highlighted close-circle friend or anything I had to be online in a very good time to actually see that post. And not only did I see it at the right moment, was at the right place (just 1 hour away from their booked resort) but even the timing was perfect – I was sure to stay until the 17th May, but I was in no hurry to leave, so staying until 21-22 was totally okay.

Then came the feeling of not knowing my next stepping stone. My boss started to ask me when do I leave, until when can she count on me and I didn’t have answers, but the question kept creeping in my head – I had to figure out where I go from here and when.

I started browsing for options, since the plan is that I will meet people in Ireland in July and I have friends all over the UK and even a friend who lives back home was going to visit UK I was mostly looking for flight options there. I gathered a lot of info, asked around and slowly and very unsurely made the decision to head to England. I was very hesitant, I didn’t want to book a ticket, I felt like something is going to hit and I will make the wrong step. But then I talked to a beloved friend, who was more than happy about the idea of me visiting, I found a flight ticket for a really great price and being scared of getting stuck and missing the beat I made the decision and booked a flight.

As usual, it didn’t feel real, I didn’t believe that I am doing this, but was excited to see so many friends who we were planning to meet up with.

Two days later (24th May) the expected “hit” came. I got an email, that stirred everything up – seems like I can actually be on the volunteer team of IFCC the first event that I have put on my list when I was starting to gather ideas for my travel plans and making a spreadsheet for all the events that would be great to attend. I repeatedly tried to figure out if I could or couldn’t attend before, I was even tempted to go to Zagreb in case I could not get to the event itself, just to have the chance to meet all the amazing people that will be there.

Staring at the email I didn’t believe that it was happening and I had no idea what to do. I just booked a flight ticket to England… and the event is next week. How do I even react to this? Should I go for it or should I jump?

Looked into my options and after researching my travel possibilities and finding out that I could actually book a flight to Budapest and then take an early bus to Zagreb, I gave the team a call to confirm that if I arrive on Sunday, they can sure get me on board with the team. The answer was yes, just make sure I write them an email. Okay… now let’s see if I could find accomodation. Bugging all my friends who were attendees, groupchats and facebook groups, browsing hostel options it seemed to be very likely that I will be able to find something.

Okay… you can do this. JUMP!

Airplane and bus ticket bought – let’s go for it!

Just to make things more interesting, yesterday (26th) I got an email from the bus company that due to technical issues the ride I booked got cancelled. Ain’t that great news?

Shrug… see the plans burn, remains get carried away by the wind and let’s keep moving. Messaging, researching bus schedules again, checking train prices, talking with multiple people in the end I managed to book a place for carpooling. I really hope this one will work out well. 😀

As of this point I still have no schedule or further info on what will I actually be doing at the festival, but I am most likely to be working 6-8 hours per day and hopefully be still able to enjoy what the festival has to offer. Worst case scenario I will still get to meet a lot of amazing people.

It would be great to befriend the team, meet with friends of mine, who attend and hope to get to know many other great folks.

I am terribly under-prepared for this one – I have never been to the event, nor to the city, I barely know anything about it, have no business cards ( though I have a few postcards that will be an okay substitute) and the portfolio I have is not exactly fitting this field. Oh well. At least I have nicel printed works of mine with me. That’s something, right?

Man this will be another round of “overwhelming, but amazing” stuff 🙂

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Hello World!

Today is 27th April – this is my 30th day on the road, and this is the first rainy day – I had 2-3 days of windy, and bit chilly days before, but nothing really gloomy or annoying to be honest. This morning it was cloudy but still pretty warm and only started raining in the afternoon. Yep, you are free to hate me now (I know it was even snowing back home).

I am currently in Faro (South-Portugal), been here volunteering for shelter in a hostel for 10 days now and will probably stay for 3 more weeks. I came to this area primarily because friends of mine are staying on these parts at the moment, so hanging out with them is much more important then doing the sightseeing one usually does here so I felt a bit guilty about that. I’ve been working here for more then a week and I only went to the beach yesterday and the main motivation for it was that it’s pretty ridiculous that I still haven’t and I knew that rainy days were coming so I decided to make a quick trip there before my afternoon shift. So I said hello to the ocean, walked on the sandy beach barefoot for about an hour, collected seashells and was constantly fascinated about the fact that I am doing This.
What the hell am I doing anyway?

I still have no clue about what is happening with my life right now, but I enjoy it a lot. 🙂
Today my colleague said to me “I hate you volunteers – you come, I get to love you, and then you leave. Stay and work with us!”
I’ve only been here for a week and we only worked together on 2 shifts – this girl is adorable :)))

A few days ago I felt pretty sure that if I wanted I could actually easily convince the owners to hire me full time, and I was toying around with the idea – the owners are great, the team is nice, they definitely need a helping hand since they are reorganising things and opening new parts of the business and the season is just about to start…
I could learn things from them and I could also teach them about some things. They seem to be trusting my opinion in many things, I like the mindset of theirs and I’d be living close by to a friend, hell why not?
Well… because I’m supposed to _travel_ meet more people and not set roots on the first given location for example. 😀

So to kick myself out of this lovely “ohbutIcouldstayandhelpanditwouldbegreat” mindset that I was slowly sinking in, I started researching for my next stepping stone. I will have to be around Ireland in July, but it would be great to stick around this area for a bit longer still. Not having a clear path makes it really hard to figure out where I go next though. But I went ahead and saved many workaway links for folks who I’d potentially love working with and I’m going to contact them next week I think.
Being free as a bird makes me a bit lost as well – no wonder, they say that limiting your options can lead to better results. 😀

 

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Heyho!

I’m still alive – my laptop is at a friend’s place and I really don’t like writing on this lovely, useful gadget of mine, so I figure I would write on paper and just upload the photo. Good luck with my handwriting – though this is me trying to keep it readable.

Today I am not a beam of sunshine but don’t worry, everything is good​ – I had some really great days since I set off (almost a month by now…wow!)

 

And here are a few bits of the places I have been wandering around nowadays.

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As you can see this blogging thing is not really happening – I have a pile of notes in several sketchbooks, on pieces of paper and such, but the lack of laptop usage, wifi connection and the general rush and overwhelm that I had in the past days didn’t really allow me to write. There is sooooo much to write about though, so I really hope to get to it within a few days. 🙂
But travelling is about gathering new experiences, so I should probably go out and making memories now as well instead of typing out the previous days for a couple of hours (it would sure take that long) I will hopefully start to do so though. Now that the event is over days are supposed to be a bit less hectic. We’ll see how that turns out. 🙂

I am currently in Porto and I’m hoping to head town to Loulé / Faro two days from now.
Until you are left hanging without the stories and such, here are three pictures of the 3 cities I’ve been to so far (Ferrara, Bologna, Porto)

Not bad, huh? 😉

If you don’t want to wait till I upload sketches here,  head over to my instagram, I’ve some up there already – although probably more will be posted here later on. 🙂

 

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I’m currently sitting at my hosts apartment in Ferrara, and just taking a break from writing all the last-minute requests on Couchsurfing.

This city is adorable, I’ve been walking around yesterday and today, made a few sketches, talked with random people on the street, ate a nice meal, had a welcome drink, good coffee. Life is good.

Life is also pretty damn unpredictable. 😀
Today during the day I sat in a café, to try and figure out my housing for the next week cause multiple people offered to host me and then cancelled after we agreed, because as usual, life happens. 🙂 So I was messaging people, making arrangements, starting to get to know great people and so on, and landed on the happy state that I actually had my life sorted out until the 5th, when I would have had 2 “homeless” days to figure out later.
Things felt alright and I was happily walking around. Then came the struggle of trying to find a socket that actually takes my laptops charger… that was a challenge, but I managed to find one. Soon enough I learned though that this particular socket doesnt provide electricity :,DD So I was on to my next quest to find a socket in the apartment that not only am I able to plug my computer on, but that actually does the magic. After desperately running around for a few minutes, I succeeded in my mission. Yey! 😀

Later on I did go out to sketch again, and as people tend to, someone just started talking to me – actually asking for directions in italian ( I _totally_ look like a tourist, I don’t know why people ask for directions from me but it happens all the time :D). Anyway, since I don’t speak italian I asked if he spoke english and within 2 language rounds it turned out that he speaks hungarian, he actually is half hungarian. I’m not sure where he wanted to go originally when he asked for directions, but he sure didn’t get there cause he ended up taking me to a very nice park and we were talking about random stuff for about 1,5 hours or so. 😀
The world is just one big village indeed.
He invited me out to meet him for a beer later in the night so we agreed on a time and place, and I headed back to the apartment.

Where my host welcomed me with a kind, but sad and serious face ((How do you even manage to pull all that off together? )). “I have bad news for you” O-oh… Some family stuff is going on and he will have to host his brother… oookay. I was pretty sure that I was being kicked out for tonight, but luckily it’s not _that_ bad, but tomorrow and the day after is cancelled… So was my night out in a pub – I asked the guy to reschedule for a coffee for tomorrow, cause I have to sort things out now.

So here I am, after spending 3 hours of sending out last minute requests to many people in Ferrara and in Bologna and trying to figure out my immediate housing situation I still have no idea about where I’m gonna sleep tomorrow night. 😀
How to handle change of luck, lesson 1, Problemsolving lvl 2 and Introduction class to flexibility :DD

I think I’ll stop for now,cause it’s getting late anyway.
I just hope that I wake up tomorrow and have a goodnmorning message from someone who said yes from either city

Wish me good luck – and if you know anyone in Bologna who has a couch I can crush on, don’t hesitate to tell me! 🙂