The life of an Au-pair

Me and the other 15 Au-pair on this small village are thinking about writing a book about Au-Pairing.
We would have horror Au-pair stories, advices for the au-pairs, advices for the host families, what things to do and not to do, out to organize things over, advices about minding kids.
Things that we think useful for the next ones after us, and it is always good to go do things with them and talk about our kids and host families and share experiences and ideas. :)

Au-pair

It is time to start talking.
Every family has its good things and bad things.
This one is way smaller than the Luso-Fin one, but it is very different, in so many ways.
And for me, it is always a matter of adaptation. Step out of the comfort zone. Get out of the box.
Luso-fin family had two parents and 3 kids. They were vegetarian, very eco, very organized, and had conscience about the world.
This family is just mother and son. They eat very badly (in part because of the irish culture, the americans of europe), they are not eco at all, not organized at all, and the world, its a completely different place for them.
I'm going to try to teach some stuff. Starting by recycling.
I don't know, to be an Au-pair looks to other as an easy job, but is always a hard psychological management.
It is not like living with parents, where you might do what you like.
You can not get up at 3am and go bake apple pies, nor do you feel like doing it.
There is no real privacy, no real liberty, no real love, no real appreciation, and it seems that everything is always going wrong.
Should I make him eat healty, eat veggies, eat right, at the table, with no tv, or should I let him do has he wants, eat pizza and sweets, in the sofa, watching tv?
First one is what mother wants me to do, second one is what mother does.
Hmm, either way, the result is always bad to me.
Right now my head hurts a lot.

I talked on the phone with my mother yesterday, and she said "if you don't want to be there, tell me, I'll send you money and you came back, no problem dear", and that made me think, "is this really what I want to do?". 3 month are nothing, but this kids cries for everything and for nothing, and doing things that go against my thoughts it is not doing me any good.

Heaven

After a crazy week, here I am, for an amazing summer :)

Medieval

Acabei de me aperceber que este ano não há Feira Medieval de Belmonte para mim.
No dancing to Dazkarieh nor Dead Can Dance.
No pretty dreadlocked boys juggling.
No fun. :/

Engel

Guten Morgen am 7. Juli.

Schon im Bette drangen sich die Ideen zu Dir, meine Unsterbliche Geliebte, hier und da freudig, dann wieder traurig, vom Schicksale abwartend, ob es uns erhört – leben kann ich entweder nur ganz mit Dir oder gar nicht, ja, ich habe beschlossen, in der Ferne so lange herumzuirren, bis ich in Deine Arme fliegen kann und mich ganz heimatlich bei Dir nennen kann, meine Seele von Dir umgeben ins Reich der Geister schicken kann – ja leider muss es sein, Du wirst Dich fassen umso mehr, da Du meine Treue gegen Dich kennst, nie eine andre kann mein Herz besitzen, nie – nie – o Gott, warum sich entfernen müssen, was man so liebt, und doch ist mein Leben in W., so wie jetzt, ein kümmerliches Leben. – Deine Liebe macht mich zum Glücklichsten und Unglücklichsten zugleich – in meinen Jahren jetzt bedürfte ich einiger Einförmigkeit, Gleichheit des Lebens – kann diese bei unserm Verhältnisse bestehn? – Engel, eben erfahre ich, dass die Post alle Tage abgeht – und ich muss daher schließen, damit Du den B. gleich erhältst – sei ruhig, nur durch ruhiges Beschauen unsres Daseins können wir unsern Zweck, zusammen zu leben, erreichen – sei ruhig – liebe mich – heute – gestern – welche Sehnsucht mit Tränen nach Dir – Dir – Dir, mein Leben – mein Alles – leb wohl – o liebe mich fort. – Verkenne nie das treuste Herz Deines Geliebten

ewig Dein

ewig mein

ewig uns.

Ludwing van Beethoveen

O que acontece a quem vê as notícias

Uma hora ao telefone com a mãe e acabamos a duas a chorar.
Se ela não visse as noticias isto não acontecia.
E como se isso não bastasse, ela é inevitavelmente portuguesa, há coisas que por natureza não compreende, como por exemplo, que 10 raparigas raptadas e enclausuradas durante não sei quantos anos não significa que todas as outras mulheres do mundo vão passar pelo mesmo.
Tuga é tuga, e os nossos noticiários são imagem disso, falam de Futebol (=consumismo), Fátima (=bullshit, religiosa e politica, que não é realmente necessária) e Fado (para mim tudo é que é noticia negativista individualista, como as meninas raptadas, ou o menino que tem cancro, ou o homem que morre sozinho em casa, é Fado). Isso e o Big Brother, uhuh, que forma inteligente de cultivar os tugas! É por isso que não vejo tv. Se quiser saber de politica leio o Diário da República e se quiser saber de desporto leio A Bola, e se quiser Fado, leio o Correio da Manhã, onde posso seleccionar o que leio, e não sou bombardeada com uma hora e meia de fucking bullshit!
A lavagem cerebral é tal, que a minha mãe diz que preferia que eu passasse o meu verão a trabalhar na caixa do continente (sem ofensa aos caixistas) do que a fazer o que gosto.
Ela diz que tem medo de me perder e nunca mais me ver, e diz que espera que eu nunca seja mãe para não saber o que eu a faço sofrer.
Ela tem razão, trabalhar na caixa do continente era mais simples e seguro, mas eu não vivo assim, não sou assim, não quero ser assim, tenho sonhos, e faço o que posso para os alcançar, e sei que isso custa a muita gente, mas sou egoísta, muito egoísta, e gosto de ser assim, gosto de correr atrás da minhas vontades, porque são elas que me definem, fazem crescer, aprender, e ser feliz.
Esta é a minha felicidade, e infelizmente leva toda a felicidade da minha mãe com ela.
O que posso eu fazer?

Ashram

Que saudades de Ashram.

Quando me cruzei com ele.

Doeu.
Doeu.
Doeu.
Doeu muito.
Doeu a sério.
Pensei que fosse desmaiar de tanta dor.
Nunca doeu assim.
Não devia doer sequer.
Mas foi doloroso.
Doeu.
É tudo psicossomático.
Deixa o psico, e o somático vai-se embora.
Mas doí. Doí.

Magnifico, ad finem.

A flower to you.

I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss your eyes and your smile.
I miss hearing you talk and your voice.
I miss the way you walk and you move.
I miss talking with you.
I miss seeing you.
I miss that one time you saw me looking at you, bitting my lips, and you looked away when you noticed it.
I miss our small talk encounter on the corridor, that we wouldn't really have if we didn't liked eachother.
I miss the day I was talking with Alex and you were talking with Sofia, I couldn't take my eyes of you, and you looked at me. I love my sunglasses. I was jealous, you looked so happy, smiling at her.

I miss the day you asked me to go to the cinema.
I miss the feeling of relief I felt when I realised that the girl with who you arrived with in Sereia, was not your girlfriend.
I miss you looking at me trough the corner of your eyes during that day. I love my sunglasses.
I miss the way you waved goodbye that day. I wish you would have came and talked. And kissed.
I miss the sad face you had when I passed in front of  you and didn't said hi. I love my sunglasses. I was sad too.
I miss the night of serenata, where I saw you for seconds, so happy and sad moments at the same time. I wish I had stopped you, talked to you, and kissed you.
I miss the night that rained like hell and I decided to walk in that rain, saying you name and smiling. It was the end. You said "enough". And now it is over. And now I miss you. And I miss you. And I love you.

Happiness

...
Depois de uma noite como a que passou, com o que é que eu sonho?
Com ele. Tenho saudades dele.
E é absurdo uma coisa destas acontecer.
Eu e ele não temos nada, não nos falamos, nem amigos somos.
E eu sonho que somos um casal, quase com 30 anos, numa casa perfeita, fazemos bolos, e ele está todo sexy cheio de farinha, e temos 3 filhos lindos, que correm pela casa, que falam mil línguas e são tão fofos, tão tão fofos, parecidos com ele...

Promise

Estou orgulhosa, tenho sido capaz de cumprir com as minhas promessas.
Faz hoje 2 anos. Só por hoje, + 24 :)
Nem quem me conhece imagina a minha vida, muito menos quem me julga.
Frases como "Mandas-te speed ou quê?" só me trazem ainda mais alegria. E é tudo por amor. :)
Por isso quando me apontam o dedo ou me dizem que Carpe Diem não trás nada de bom, eu sorrio e fico feliz por o meu Carpe Diem me acompanhar e me trazer até aqui. Sem o meu Carpe Diem, não pensaria como penso agora, não estaria aqui agora.
Estou feliz por ter sido capaz de sair do buraco, por mim própria, por amor.
Estou feliz por ser feliz.
Obrigada mais uma vez amor, meu bem superior.

Ich muss explodieren.

- Misdfjhakfuad
ajsdhasdl
hasid!
jahsd. - er sagt.

- Mihyqbabdhfhahsgshs? - sie sagt.


Hwyebasybfqhbayfb ua  shga h fha s iq  agf3  ya f uyabd give ainkau  uonhasbdjp. Auqabfubqbauhf vbiajha fu ua sd has uahguqbf haqyte9rba vivbaub.
Gkqyabfibnqyuabi asq has u quw n au qiogn h asjf.
Qrubaognqybaofg. Mi kuqwg'afh? Miqjgghasfa!!!
Dqaijajjd.

Nonsense.

*suspiros*

And because of all those love misadventures of mine, I just realize I want to have kids.
Me, who all my life thought I didn't wanted kids, now wants a child.
Has soon as I get the stability to do it.
Unconditional love.
I do.
I do.

1+1=0

Não me peçam para fazer contas à vida, porque a mim equações deste calibre não me assistem.
Para mim, é 1+1= 2, e 1-1=0
That easy.
2(Y x Z/X) = bull shit.
Por isso não, não compreendo onde é que 1+1 não é = 2.
Se duas pessoas gostam uma da outra, qual é a duvida? Amor+Amor=Muito amor.

Medo!
O medo come as pessoas sem elas darem conta. Come-as por dentro.
Medo. Medo do que só pode trazer felicidade.
Medo e comodismo. É mais fácil não fazer nada do que mudar o mundo.
Claro que vai dar merda, dá sempre, tudo acaba em merda, por menos ou mais merdosa que esta seja.
Mas até lá, há alegria e sorrisos, partilha e aprendizagem.
Não vale isso tudo muito mais que um oceano feito de lágrimas?
Eu acredito na bondade, mas parece-me que não há muitos a acreditar nas mesmas coisas que eu.
No dia que deixar de acreditar nisso, no dia  em que a esperança se acabar, acabou tudo para mim.
No dia em que deixar de acreditar no bem, na felicidade e no amor, podem fazer comigo o que quiseres.
Até lá vou passando de nível, cada erro, cada falha, cada luta, cada aprendizagem um degrau.
Tudo e nada.

Negro fica o amor

Somos abençoados com a dádiva do amor.
E depois o que fazemos com ele?
O que acontece ao amor?
Torna-se pateticamente complicado e incompreensível, sem real fundamento, pois o amor é o que de mais belo e puro temos no mundo. Há amor por toda a parte, e nós não o olhamos, nós, passamos por ele, e não o sentimos. Que estúpidos.
O amor é tão grande e quente, que tem de ser vivido, não se pode desperdiçar.
Devo ser mesmo muito ingénua para acreditar no amor.
Devo ser é parva, porque pelos vistos não há muitos a pensar como eu.
Que queres que te diga amanhã?
Que é tarde demais? Que adias e adias e adias o que não tem necessidade nenhuma de ser adiado?
Por que é que não vens ter comigo? Essa é a minha eterna pergunta. Porque há sempre algo mais importante? Porque é que não sou uma prioridade?
Não é amor isto. Não é.

São pontos de vista. São maneiras de viver. São formas de pensar.
Por isso eu não digo mais nada, quanto tiveres tempo, e quiseres estar comigo, sabes como encontrar-me, espero ainda ter os braços abertos a tua espera.

Até lá, fica cada vez mais negro o meu coração.

Naive

[15:32:48] model Photo: :*
[15:33:35] model Photo: hey! Tas bem?
[15:34:02] Vish Maria: estou
[15:34:05] Vish Maria: e tu?
[15:34:17] model Photo: sim, mas fiquei preocupado contigo...
[15:34:21] model Photo: desculpa ontem
[15:34:40] model Photo: nao era minha intenção aborrecer-te, dar-te liçoes nem nada do genero
[15:34:53] model Photo: era so uma especie de abrir-te os olhos
[15:35:07] Vish Maria: eu sei
[15:35:34] Vish Maria: mas como o dia ja tinha corrido mal e o caramba, fui abaixo
[15:35:39] model Photo: pq acho que as vezes es ingenua em relaçao as pessoas. Quer dizer que tens bom coração e es sincera e honesta mas os outros nao sao assim
[15:35:55] Vish Maria: tens razao
[15:36:25] model Photo: e tens que ter noção disso, mesmo que nao te importes
[15:36:45] model Photo: para poderes perceber certas reações, pelo menos...
[15:37:30] model Photo: ok?...
[15:37:40] model Photo: foi so essa a minha intenção
[15:37:41] Vish Maria: ssim
[15:37:43] model Photo: se calhar exagerei
[15:37:58] model Photo: mas se estivessemos frente a frente, percbias
[15:38:16] Vish Maria: eu sei.
[15:38:20] Vish Maria: obrigada
[15:38:31] model Photo: http://sexyport.deviantart.com/art/L-envers-Du-Miroir-369717430?q=gallery%3Asexyport%2F37200421&qo=1
[15:41:02] model Photo: gostaste?

That is some impressife bullshit

"«tem muito de dantesco» com
e sem inferno. limpa
a voz:
«tem muito de comédia»
enquanto como,
para evitar mýthicos erros e
permanências indesejadas,
deus. acreditas que todas as noites
adormeço com um nome nos lábios
e não é uma prece? a beatitude é muito
menos subtil que uma rocha."

...

Não percebo.
Não percebo nada.
Nada de nada de nada do nada que o nada tem para dar.
E dar? Dar não é o importante aqui.
Sentir. Não sentir. Sentir demasiado. Sentir muito e nada sentir. nada...
nada. Nada de quê? de quanto? de quem?
Nada é vazio. Nada é vazio. E o vazio é tudo.
O vazio é uma imensidão de nada, 
e tanto nada junto,
é tudo,
uma infinidade de possibilidades,
um mar de opções.
Nada é vazio. Nada é vazio. Tudo está cheio. Tudo.
Tudo...Sem querer ou com tudo o que tens de vontade,
que opção me deixaste? Nenhuma, só lágrimas.Foi só dor que me soubeste dar.
E dar nunca foi o importante aqui, ou foi?

Nada. E o mundo.

Keep on moving. Always.

Around one year ago (2 April 2012), I changed my profile photo and made a promise. I still keep that promise now. Time is flying. And life is changing again. I feel like im reaching the next level, and never thought to feel so thankful to strength and love. Thank you love, for keeping me focused and lighting my way on some sometimes very obscure paths.

Fighting crises

Dearest blog,

Last week I applied to get an Erasmus scholership, and even if I get it, I shall need tons of extra money since most of the good Erasmus outgoing countries in Europe are more expensive than Portugal.
By having that in mind, I decided that my next summer work money will be all saved for Erasmus, but even so, I don't get big amounts of money out of that, so I
First I started by saving money when going out or having too many meals out of the house.
Secondly I think if I can DIY something before I buy it.
Thirdly I started thinking on how to get my income.
Knowing that I'm a university student, that doesn't leaves me much time to get a part-time job, because I need to sleep and eat also, so I thought of services that I can easily provide on a time that is good for me, and the roller-coaster of ideas begun.
I've putted adds on a famous online adds website, in various subjects, such as babysitter, petsitter, seniorsitter, gardener, house cleaning lady, clothes ironing, flower maker for uni cars, etc.
And I just new realized that I love to do hand crafts and sew and such, I can also make some original stuff and sell them online or something. What matters is that I'm staying active and not getting my arms crossed to another life dreams, that is do Erasmus. :)
The trick is to plan ahead!

The moving.

Hmm, around a month ago, me and my roommates asked our landlord to price down our rend, but he didn't, so we decided to start looking for a new apartment, but only thought about moving out in July.
By a mysterious miracle, two days into our web surfing for rooms, we found the perfect house.
Lower rent, closer to uni, closer to the bars, even better condition than the previous!
It was a give it or take kind of situation, and we took it!
Our previous landlord did not like it, and made a drama out of it, but that is something I do not want to talk about right now.
So there we were, having to moving out of old apart at 23.59h Jan 31, into the still occupied new apart. It was an adventure, but still we moved, and now we are happier people.
We all have to get used to the new house and stuff, but we are glad we did it, because our new landlord is so cool that it looks like we are talking to a Uncle or something!

Inveja.

Ódio e raiva.
Tenho tentado, até me tenho esforçado, mas para nada. Azar.

How to know when your monstruation cycle is ready to explode:

- You get mad easily.
- You went sales shopping and bought combat boots for your an-existent child.
- You go out to a indian caffe and you get a milkshake.
- Your room mates annoy you so much, that you hit them.
- You want to make a chocolate cake.
- You did loads of posts on all the social networks you have an account on.
- You looked for re-usable diapers on the webs.
- You nearly cried thinking that your nutella is finished.
- You want to eat french fries for dinner! (outrageous)
- You decide to move out of your apartment because your landlord does not want to take 10€ out of your rent.

I wonder why aren't my parents proud of me...

I'm a wonderful child.
I do stuff, don't bother anyone.
I took my driving license at first attempt.
I once had 19,5 out of 20 on a test.
I recieved 1000€ in highschool for good grades.
I quited drugs.
I'm a volunteer firefighter.
I was a vonlunteer on a hospital.
I did an internship on a recovery house for addicteds.
I did a gap-year abroad as an Au-pair.
I traveled alone through a few countries in Europe.
I entered in one of the oldests universities in the world, therefore, one of the best of Portugal.
I'm the Vice-President of the table of the Plenary of The Ecological Group Of The Academic Association of Coimbra.

I'm like wonderwoman, minus the boobs, and all they can think about is that I should look like barbie... --'

NY Resolution

This year I decided to make new years resolutions, and I sticked to the basic:
Quit smoking forever.
Quit drinking.
Quit eating animals.
Exercice.
Study.
I might had a few more a long the year.
We will see how does this goes.

2013

So, 2013 has already begun.
Last year's wish was to make it dreamy, and it sure was.
Traveling all that much, meeting all that incredible people, doing all that crazy stuff. It was a once in a life time kind of a year. And I'm dealing much better with saudades now.
It is going to be hard to bit such an amasing year.
What shall my 2013 wish be?

Make it AWESOME!

The past The present The future

The past - unforgettable (and I've really been trying to)
The present - unreachable
The future - unthinkable

Forgive me father, for I've sinned.

"The desire within The pallor of your skin The spell of evil Sin"

"The desire within 

The pallor of your skin

The spell of evil Sin"

Knock.

- Knock, Knock!!
- Who is there?
- Depression.
- Oh, Hi, how are you? Came in, came in! Do you want a cup of tea? Cookies?

Knock Knock

- Knock Knock!!
- Who's there?
- Depression.
- Oh, dear, please came in. Make yourself at home. I'm just going out to get some drinks with friends. ;)

My IQ

Quick IQ Test

You have reached 15 points and your IQ is: 129

IQ Score Table Points Level IQ Range Description 20 Genius 140+ You are probably a genius. 16 - 19 Gifted 130 - 139 You have a unique imagination and logical mind. 10 - 15 Above average 115 - 129 You have a good imagination and logical mind. 6 - 9 Higher average 102 - 114 You have an average imagination and logical mind. 3 - 5 Lower average 90 - 101 0 - 2 Below average 70 - 89 You have a below average imagination and logical mind.

Lets see what is new.

So, for news, I can say that I've:
Quit smoking.
 Been missing a lot of people.
 Been a vegetarian for the last month.
 Been a vegan for the last week or so. (found out no eggs mayo! *.*)
 Been doing exercise.
 Started Zen meditation (still figuring it out).
 Entered an Ecological group on my uni academic association.
 Started to take latin classes.
 Been studying a lot.
 Been very naughty :D

 I'm loving uni. Not really the uni part, or the people part, just the discover yourself part.
 Those are the years to change my life, forever. And I'm happy about it. :)

Academia

Era uma vez uma Serenata, um Cortejo, um Batismo e uma Latada.
- com (GM) Helena Pimenta e (GF) Hugo Bigorna.
Serenata. Debaixo da capa da Madrinha. Convivo de Arquitectura. Dormir em casa do Renato.
Cortejo. Diabo-Auto da Barca do Inferno. Foto de família.
Batismo. No Mondego, janta com a Madrinha.
Latada. Comer ruivo da P. Comer ruivo de Boston.

 Bem-vindo á vida na academia.

Finding out the truth...

Rowenna: "Can't believe you and joe got together!! That was bloodeh quick!"
 Really don't have much to say about it...
Joe got a girlfriend, Fi.
 Being betrayed feels very wrong.
 Why shit has to happen?
Many questions...
Trying not to think it over.

Updating

Hello folks!
What's up?
It has been a long time since I last wrote in here.
Let's update?
 Au-pairing in Germany is over.
The experience of parenthood was awesome.
Now I know a lot more about what means to be a couple and to have children.
I miss them all very much. And every time I see kids their ages, I remember them and smile. They are part of my past, part of me. With friends its the same thing. I miss everybody so much.
 I remember before doing this gap year, to feel saudades, and to think that it hurted a lot. Shit, that was a broken nail in comparison with the heart that is being pulled away from me every heartbeat that I'm away from them.
A couple of days ago, while showering, I became to know that one day, when I'm old, and everybody is gone, I'm going, literally, die from saudades. And it hurts hurts hurts. And I cry cry cry, remembering everybody in Friedrichshafen.
 I know that, that is life, that is how it works, how it is, nothing can be done.
You learn, you teach, you share and you miss.
And when you miss, it hurts.
And because of all that hurting, coming not only from all these saudades, I've been keeping myself occupied, but it is not easy not to think.
 One of those days, Jesse told me "...but I've been feeling... emotionally confused somehow. Shades and glimpses of different feelings that I have trouble giving names to..."
 In my case, I can name a few. Saudade. Inveja. Tristeza. Confusão.
 I even started to have those paraphernalia of thoughts that I used to have. Depression knocking on the door, and my saying "la la la, I can't hear you".

Não tenho vontadinha nenhuma de ser.

What one learns:

What one teaches: Taís: Querer apenas o que é necessário. Danilo: Não sei, só sei que foi assim. Hemant: Don't expect from people. Benny: Never be bored, life is awesome, don't miss it. Daniel: Pensa se isso interessa primeiro? Não? Então caga.

The world changes at every passing second.

That's it. You kinda pass from dead tired, to dead drunk, to dead happy, to dead in love, to dead you don't know what. Birmingham awaits me!!!

Helsinki - Finland

So, I should up-date my blog, because if I don't, whats the point of having it? Does two last week I was in Helsinki with my GastGFamilie. Worked very little, and everyday I had free time. Before leaving, I made a Challenge: - No pc, no net, no washing machine. I also talked to a few people on CouchSurfing, and connected with them later on by cell phone in Helsinki. Im glad tht I did not bring my computer, nor used my cell phone to go into the internet, because that made me go out of the house every single time that I was free, and because of that, I meet Roni and Jesse, the CouchSurfers that went along with me for those two week. They are very different people, although they also like metal music. They are so interesting in so many different ways. First, I met Roni, we walked around the city, he showed me most of the classical sights in Helsinki, and some not so classic, but also very pleasent. He likes board games, like Dominion. Than I met Jesse, and we talked about finnish people, and Finland, and finnish speaking, and a shit load of things. Destiny or not, they live right across the street from eachother, in Kalio area. At the end, I ended up having sex with Jesse, going down, cross the stree, going up, and having sex with Roni. They are very different in sex, but I like it the Finnish way! I lived in Hertoniem (GastFamilie) and Myllypuro (Frieda - GastFamilie Friend). They were really nice with me at Frieda's place, and I had my own loft, privet bathroom, different entrence, my own key. Could it been better? I ate some traditional finnish food, and did you know that they have an island just for the zoo? And that they have their own saun at home? Everybody! And that they do not have a tube/duch washbasin/sink? The water goes straight to the floor, into a wastepipe, and the floor is tilted. And that they do not have a bidet? Instead, they have a mini duchhandle on the side of the toillete, so you can clean yourself with water! I thought it was to clean the bathroom sinks! Nuts! Oh, and it get morning at 5am, and night only comes at 23pm (at least while I was there). It was really a cool experience. And one day I went to Tallinn, capital city of Estonia, and made a lip piercing there.

News, news, news.

Oh, just one more thing, or two, or three.
I have a black bike, that as saved me a lot!
I0m going to Finland this next month.
And I just submited my UK university application.

April macht was er will,

"April does what it wants!"
And thats how aprils is!
First Stuttgart, than Benjamin and Konstanz, than Köln, and after Tübingen and Paris, now Amsterdam. Only with 300€ per month, and I was able to do all of that!
Gosh, did I get crazy or something?

Xperia

Oh, by the way, I just got a new cell phone, Sony Ericsson Xperia X10.
And I don't have a clue how does it works! lol

Amsterdam - Netherlands

13.04 - 15.04.2012
Vish Maria!
Don't question yourself if you should or not, just go, just do it, just feel it, let Amsterdam enter your inner self, and be it.

German class

Today was my first german class at VHS-FN (Deutsch für Späteinsteiger, Grundstufe 1 - Intensiver Kleingruppenkurs, Teil 1).
The class started at 18h and it was 17h30 and I was still recycling some bottles and papers, of course that I would be very late, but all of a sudden, my interesting pretty young neighbour showed up in is Mercedes, and I asked him if he could give me a ride to the city, and so he did. He is Patrick and he likes metal music (too. of corse). In the class, there was Luís, and he also offered to give me a ride back home.
Now Taís is going to lend me her german Scritte Plus 1 A1/1 book!

Why couldn't I have a 8h to 17h job?

My schedules are always changing... She just comes and says: "Can you bring your agenda for ur to discuss your new schedules?"
And it goes like:

Monday: 8h-12h: Lumi. 12h-13h: Pick the kids. 13h-14h: Lunch. 14h-17h: Stay with the kids and pretend that I like them. 17h-18h: Dinner. 18h-19h30: German class.

Tuesday: 8h-12h: Lumi. 12h-13h: Pick the kids. 13h-14h: Lunch. 14h-17h: Stay with the kids and pretend that I like them. 17h30-18h30: Dinner. 18h30-19h30: Clean the kitchen.

Wednesday: 12h-13h: Pick the kids. 13h-14h: Lunch. 4h-17h: Stay with the kids and pretend that I like them. 17h30-18h30: Dinner. 18h30-19h30: Clean the kitchen. 19h30: Put the kids to sleep and stay with them because the couple is going to have some romantic dinners...

Thursday: 12h-13h: Pick the kids. 13h-14h: Lunch. 4h-17h: Stay with the kids and pretend that I like them. 17h30-18h30: Dinner. 18h30-19h30: Clean the kitchen. 19h30: Put the kids to sleep and stay with them because the couple is going to have some romantic dinners...

Friday: 8h-12h: Lumi. 12h-13h: Pick the kids. 13h-14h: Lunch. 14h-16h: Portuguese speaking group. 16h-17h: Stay with the kids and pretend that I like them. 17h-18h: Dinner. 18h-19h30: German class.

Saturday: From 8h to 15h: Stay with the kids and pretend that I like them.

Sunday: Eventually I might be needed.

Obs: You can not touch your computer during the work time. You work around 7h a day.
You should play more with them, not just watch them.
You should vaccumm clean the entire house everyday, and whype the floor everyother day.
You should tell when, where, why, whom, how, when you want to go out.

7h? She does not knows how to count... I get up at 7h30 and work untill I go to bed, around 20h00...
Why couldn't I have a 8h to 17h job?

Paris - France + Tübingen - Deutschland

J'alle a Paris.
Last weekend I went to Paris, like a crazy girl, alone, to meet unknown people, and spend a lot of hours alone and lost.
On friday, I got bus at 15h30 in Friedrichshafen to Konstanz to meet my ride to Tübingen.
Left Konstanz at 17h20 to Tübingen. Than waited there 4h for the bus to Paris, at 22h45. All alone. Decided to walk around to know a little of the city, but soon was night, dark and cold, on a unknown place... That is when I heard some rock music coming from a bar.
"What do I have to loose? Lets get inside!"
The bar was called The Last Resort, and it was very nice. The barman, Erik, was very gentle and talked to me all the while untill I had to leave, and 5 min before that, he offered me a shot of vodka! The other barman was very nice too, always smiling at me. Im going to Tübingen again this weekend, and I'm going to that bar again!
Well, than it was Paris. I met Selcuk, from couchsurfing and he showed me Paris for the Saturday. What did I saw? Almost everything. Famous cemitery Pére Lachaise, the Opera Bastie, Notre-dame, Jardin de Luxemburg, Les pounts, Louvre, La Opera Garnier, Les grands Boulevards, Le Jardin des Tuileries, Place de la Concorde, La avenue des Champs-Elysée, Arc de Troimphe, La Défense et le Grande Arc, La Tour Eiffel, Le Moulin Rouge, La Basilique de Sacré-Couer... Selcuk was really the best thing that could have happened to me in Paris. We even had time to enjoy the sun, relax, eat crepes, eat ice cream, shop... At the end of the day, around 20h30, I had to came back to Tübingen.
At 7am I was in Tübingen, and spent another 7h there alone waiting for my ride back to Konstanz. My ride had her car full, and they didn't bother to speak in english, so I didn't bother to sleep...
On Sunday 17h30 I got home.
Now tell me who tha fuck is going to marry me like this? Im nuts!

I should talk about...

Benjamin!
For a German, things are going pretty well between us!
He is frendly, talktive, laughs at my jokes (wich is something really important for me). He basicaly can handle me, and thats unique!
So since we have this thing toughether, I went to Konsstanz on wednesday and on thursday, and man, I can tell you, having sex in the table of the Sociology Club Room of the Unisersitat of Konstanz was one of the greatest things that happened to me in Germany.
And as it begun, it endend. Im not gonna see him until June, Im gonna leave to Portugal on July (hopefuly), and he is going to Istambul on September...

Vacation...

So, from Friday 30 Mars to Monday 9 April, I have a week free, but it seems like they don't understand what giving a week free means.
It's bad weather to be traveling, so I'm staying at home, but, even so, they should not use me, because I'm on vacation. This week I should not clean anything, do anything, they should just ignore me.
But no, they are sleeping and doing nothing, and I'm doing my things, planing them on my computer, and they came saying for I to go to the Super Markt by yogurt when its raining frogs outside. They come and want me to bild a lego castle. To put the washing machine to work.
And after I do all of that, they just fucking kill my-self and my brain by saying that I didn't do it right... That everything is all wrong. I just want to scream "THAN YOU FUCKING DO IT!" but I can't.
Still wondering how someone gets depressed for being an Au-pair?

Köln - Deutschland

30.03.2012 to 01.04.2012
It was nice.