Projekti „Vabatahtlikud Valgamaa noorsootöös“ toetab SA Archimedese noorteagentuur Euroopa Solidaarsuskorpuse programmist.
Big fluffy snowflakes are falling behind the window. I'm under a warm wool blanket, with the laptop and nice Christmas music from New York Jazz Trio-Christmas songs & Classics album-. And even though, technically, outside the window it’s already December and the real winter has finally come to Valga, I will write about an outwardly gray November, but full of color and warm memories and experiences.
November did not stand out either on long journeys nor new acquaintances. I spent most of my time in Valga, at the youth center, and somehow, it turned out that many friends came to visit me.
November – even though the weather was not always the best, the month itself was quite interesting.
From cooking clubs to crafting clubs, I had a month full of different activities. And one thing that I have to mention as well, which is already here since weeks, is my excitement for Sweden. In a few days I will see one of my best friends again – and this in the amazing city Stockholm. Well, but now about this month.
October went by in a rush and yet it feels like a long time
Hi there! My name is Flora and I will spend my next 10 months (because one month is now already over) volunteering in Hargla. I basically just turned 18 before coming here from Germany, so in the final days before my flight I started to worry: was I actually prepared to live abroad for a year, learn a new language, live on my own and experience a new culture?
Time flies away!
My third month here in Estonia is already starting - unbelievable how fast the last two months went away. However, after those two months I can say: It is already my second home here in Estonia. I have good friedships and my work in the youth center is fabulous. So, life is great!
October ended with winter. If only very briefly.
Snow made a brief appearance, and then true to form, it melted away with the rain that followed immediately after. Weather is a harsh mistress. Still, even as I write these very lines, the rain beats down on the landscape, uncovering who knows what.