The end is coming. How many good bye parties have I been invited to already? I can’t really say, but too many. Everybody is leaving. At that point even Nina has left me alone here. And also my good bye party will arrive soon.
I’ve been in a working camp, in summer camps and in Viljandi Folk festival, and although I wanted to do some trip I was so exhausted after all that, that I was just sleeping and resting when I was not working. The good thing is that I was doing it in the beach and now I have a nice tanned, so I will be accepted back in Spain.
This month was my birthday’s month, so everything was like “you will not be young anymore”, “you are getting old”, bla bla bla. But also the same ones who were saying that to me made my birthday celebration remarkable, funny and special. They got me chocolate, cake and laughs. And I could not be happier and thankful about the people I’ve met in Estonia.
Althought other events made my June full of new memories, like the Tõrva Kohvikute Päev, being a volunteer in Tartu for the Gaudeamus and being surrounded by singing Lithuianians, hard farewells, jumping from the Vanamõisa wooden Tower, get ugly bruises because of that, playing my first beach-volley tournament in Riiska...
This month I have been doing a lot of new things, but not in Ritsu. On the contrary, I’ve been in other youth centres like Valga and I was also ‘working’ for a couple of days with INNOVA (I am quoting it because for me it wasn’t such a thing for me); We had a chilling weekend in Viljandi with my favourite ginger making food for us and making us fall in love with him even more (if that is possible), dancing the same songs once and again and sunbathing; and I was In Russia!
It was one of the things in my “to do” list. It was there since the beginning. Because it sounded bohem, cool and an encounter with the nature. And when it finally happens, it is not. It is frightening, dark and full of weird noises which reminded you to huge bears and wolves that want to tear your throat apart. Now I am laughing about the situation, actually, I was already laughing about it when a kind and helpful woman took me home after I knocked on her door when it was already night. The important thing is that is a funny anecdote and nothing bad happened.
Get lost in the forest is something that I can cross out from my “to do” list now.
In Ritsu we keep practicing Parkour with Vabadussport, so each 2 weeks I have a weekend full of muscle pain; in Ala, I keep doing my sports club where I just have to listen what kids want to do, that means basketball and football from time to time; with the folk dance group we are learning a new choreography and I’ve learned some new steps; every Tuesday and Friday I try to attend the volleyball trainings in Tõrva Gümnaasium; and on Thursdays I am teaching Spanish to some well-motivated group of women, from whom I also learn some things. And that is part of my routine of being in Ritsu.
And to break the routine...