let's have a little break, since i'm moving from my host family in two days.
yes, partly i'm very happy. like 'finally!'
but,
i'm also sad.

no, i'm not sad that i might not see my actual 'host family' again. it might be harsh to say but, well, not at all. (my sister is not included)
they're nice and all, but except for thankfulness, i feel nothing for them. absolutely nothing. they're just one of good hosts, not a family, not my family.

with my host aunt(s) (and uncles), it's a completely different story.
my host aunt, lulu's mum, is the best of the best of the best host aunt ever.(and uncle as well!)
every time i see her, we talk at least 1 hour (usually more)
we kinda like the same things (one of them is cat, and this actually goes to the other host aunt as well) so we get along, talking about this and that, very well.

yesterday i went to see her for (what i thought) was the last time (but i might so to see her again for the real last time next monday) we met at around 4 pm and i stay over at her house until 11 pm. eighty percent of the time was spent talking.

yeah, i was surprised as well. that was how much i loved her.

first, we went for a walk with kito and winnie, her dogs, on the vineyard for an hour. i told her that i'm moving pretty soon. she had heard about it before and she kinda knew since the beginning that this was coming.

it rained and we went back (to her) home. i helped her cooked scrambled eggs and salad for dinner (which tasted so good) and we just talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, for like the whole two hours or more. we talked about travelling, studying, stranger, danger, experiencing, fruits, food, families, hiking, everything. basically everything.

peter, my uncle, would give me his latest oil painting.

i said i would go home at 10 pm, gave them my postcard and little presents. they said that if they didn't have a man renting the second floor of their house, they'd host me.

and i loved them, i loved them, i loved them, i love them. for the past 6 months, even though we saw each other probably less than fifteen times, they were the one that i would call my host family. my family.

it's amazing, how i could feel such an attachment with someone within such a short time.

for six months that i have been with this family, she is my most favourite person that makes me somehow grateful that this family hosted me.