Estonian nature / Foxweek

On the weekend we visited my host aunt and her family who live in a house in the middle of the forest in Soomaa National Park in the South of Estonia. After we arrived, we took a long walk through the forest. In the deep woods there live bears and wolves, but you pretty much never see one of them.
Instead you can see blueberries and mushrooms, lining the edges of the pathes.
If you're alone you can only hear your own breath and the whispers of the tree tops, maybe one or two birds, which are chirping their songs.

like claws sticking out of the ground

just pick and eat. 

The biggest anthill I have ever seen!

The foxweek is a special Estonian tradition. The 10th graders are the foxes and the 12th graders their 'gods'. That practically means that the foxes are their slaves. Our foxweek only consisted out of two days. The first day was the Friday before we drove to the National park. We had to jump from classroom to classroom, do some squads and pushups in the breaks and got bottles sticked to our arms with tape. That was...painful for me, but really fun in the classes, because some couldn't write. 

I also got an agreement from my gods with things I had to do like bring them chocolate and take a selfie with my history teacher and put it on Instagram. The highlight of the foxweek should come on Monday.

As we came back from the South on Sunday I already was having a sore throat, but it wasn't bad and so I had fun with meeting two awesome exchange students, who live near me. We just talked and messed around and it was such a great day!

But on Monday morning I felt too bad to go to school. My sore throat turned out to be a tonsillitis (Mandelentzündung)-of course it couldn't have come at any other school day. That's why I missed on fox day and couldn't fulfill my agreement. So I spent a lazy week cuddled up in my bed, watching series and relaxing. I was alone all day and had too much time to think, so I felt a bit homesick and overwhelmed with the whole situation.

On Sunday I finally had recovered, so I baked cupcakes with my hostsister. After one week of illness it felt really great to be back in school and to see all my class mates again and the little down I have had was immediately gone. As long as I stay busy, I'm really happy to be here and I feel totally well and comfortable.

There are much more school events on my school than in Germany. 

We had a relay between the classes around the school house, where some classes wore costumes. My class deciced for aprons and gas masks (<this is the reason why we lost, but hey we had the best costumes :D)

Today was also a school concert. That means that two professionals (at least I think so) came to our school. A woman sang classical opera songs and another woman accompanied her on the piano.

My new life isn't new anymore. I got used to the small things. I got used to sleep in the new bed, I got used to hurry to the bus in the morning and to sleep there again. I got used to my class mates, got used to talk in English all the time. I got used to not to understand most things, which are spoken around me. I got used to eat warm lunch in school, I got used to come home and to be welcomed by our dog with loud barking, and jumping at me and wagging its tail.I got used to the TV, which is running all day and I got used to go for a walk with my host family and to much more. I got used to my new daily-routine.

 I'm arrived.