Last day.
Lasts days are always the hardest. Fei and I got up at 9 am to pack our last stuff, which didn't quite work because we were too lazy. We relaxed, played cards, did a weird photo session and had some breakfast (flavorless cereal for the last time, that was a relief). We met the others (Dario, Megan, Evelien) at 1.30 pm at the cemetery. We lunched at Lord Sandwich, a tiny sandwichbar in the Bournemouth Center. We went for a balloon ride afterwards, we had to because we call ourselves the ballooners. The view was amazing, really cold, but amazing. We went to the park afterwards and dreadlock guy from Spain and Paul played the guitar. We were all quite surprised that Paul could play, no one knew. Megan, Evelien, Fei and I needed to buy some gifts so we went to the giftshop next to Costa. We bought matching sweaters and I bought a present for my brother (which is really hard, to try to think as a guy... believe me I'm not good at it). For the last time we went to Costa to buy some coffee and to Tesco to buy some of our favorite snacks. As usual we met at the cemetery at 8.30 pm. It was an Italian celebration day according to the italian guys, we didn't do anything special for it though. My cheeks were hurting during that whole night because I laughed way too much (thanks Paul). Around 12 pm people were starting to leave so we had to say goodbye. Alina, Kate, Amy, Luca goodbye's are hard and hopefully I'll see you guys again. With the remaining group we walked to the Chicken Station. The italians were hungry (how can you ever eat at 0.30 am?). It was again cold but you'll get warm if you share a towel with someone while walking. In the chicken station there was a man with this great custom (it showed his butt). He had a nice butt. No, just joking. After the chicken station we walked towards our homes. We said goodbye to the last members of the ballooners group. Goodbye's feel so permanent and I didn't enjoyed that time at all. Fei and I slipped into our house not knowing we'd leave just a couple of minutes later to meet with Paul. We sat on the ground playing cards like homeless people while being accompanied by a black cat, they carry disaster with them which was actually true because leaving your friends and probably never see them again is similar to 'bad luck'. After the card games we went to a parking lot to watch the stars. Yes, we laid on a parking lot like every other person would do at 4 am. The hardest goodbye that evening had to be made and I struggled to keep myself together. I'd rather not call it goodbye because goodbye's are permanent. I don't want this to be permanent. Every time I look at the stars I'll remember this night. We look at the same constellation and that fact makes me feel close even though you're so far. Hopefully not a goodbye but a see you soon. Thank you all for these 2 incredible weeks. I won't forget.
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