How Time Flies

When one has been away from home for five months, one does begin to wonder what one has done with one's time? How has one whittled away one's time so nonchalantly when one has been given a year in such an exotic country as Sweden? Can it be that the year has atrophied by five months without one being particularly appreciative of all there is to experience in this new and titillating country?
     No. I, together with my French friend, have had a fairly full five months of fun, flowing freely from that fountain of fantastic fun that is found in Sweden. And now, after all that, I find myself almost at the eve of my Eurotour. This tour will run for eighteen days and cover about eight countries, in a bus full of sixty-five (approx.) exchange students and five (also approx.) Rotary chaperons. Hopefully the trip will be a success, but this relie on how much sleep one can acquire during the nights. Two and a half weeks travelling with sixty-five teenagers is traditionally not a situation which is conducive to a good nights sleep. However one will do one's best and it will be a special time in any case. The countries which I am particularly looking forward to are Austria and Italy, but mainly Italy. I know not from whence my fondness for Italy comes, but still I find myself interested in it the most.
     Other things that have happened are the Studenten parties, Morgan and Fanny coming to visit, proper summer weather arriving, and myself changing host families.