About tissues and popcorn

We are in October. It has been a month and we are getting used to our new routines and living in a country with different traditions. I´m enjoying a lot my project and start to meet the young people I´m working with, but I still need to learn many things.

I don´t really like to celebrate this "Day of", just the Book and Theatre one, but I´ve decided to add one more: October the 10th is the Mental Health Day, symbolized by yellow. We spent that morning in a shopping centre distributing magazines and leaflets. Didn´t do very well and the fight with the gazebo to not fly away continued, but we´ve spread the message.

Picture by Lenka

Apart from having dinner all the volunteers together on Sunday, we´ve decided to travel once per month. We chose Salisbury, but I should introduce Snc first, he´s the last volunteer. Is from Pakistan but lives in France. He arrived on Friday and on Saturday came with us on our first trip.

We caught a bus directly to the city centre. Is one hour and a half traveling but time flew while chatting. First, we visited the cathedral. It´s the one I liked the most, maybe because of the calm around it and the good weather we had. I was really impressed by the ceiling. The windows also had my attention. One of the points all the leaflets mention is the presence of the Carta Magna, but as I´d discovered later, it is mentioned everywhere due to any kind of connection.

We wanted to visit some museums but it wasn´t cheap, so we decided to have lunch and walk around the square. Although Stonehenge is really close, we agreed to postpone it to the summer solstice because the entrance is free... I don´t think we´ll go.

Note: the Bournemouth central gardens are already closed because they are preparing the Christmas market.

Our travel agenda is full. The next weekend, Chaïda, Lenka and Sabine had guests from their countries and we organized a trip to Old Harry Rocks, something else than rocks, but a nice walk with friends. The bus time is a language class, we tried to repeat words in our different languages, some really similar and impossible with the Hungarian. Things about leaving, the first words we exchanged were tissues and popcorn...

The day is long and the sun goes with us, sometimes we don´t believe we are in England. We continue through the cliff, a path I´m falling in love with. We finish at Studland beach.