Today is our last night in the Netherlands, many of our delegation are resting, someone is collecting his/her things, and some students are spending the last hours in the company of the host family. We are leaving at 4am. Our host parents, taking care, have decided to give us lots of food and bring us to meeting place, where our teachers are waiting for us. Farewell is very heartwarming, we invite the Dutch students to come to Russia again. Some girls are crying, others are smiling, hoping for meeting in future. It is an awful filling that we are going to Russia, and, probably, we won't see our friends from the Netherlands any more.
During the way to the airport we are sad while we are discussing the trip. In the plane almost everybody falls asleep. The way home is very bored and dull. All Russian students don't want to go home. We are very accustomed to our families, to talk in English, to the beautiful canals, along which we went to school every day by bicycle, to parks, to unusual beautiful buildings, to other meal that our teachers don't really like that is not true for us, the students. But the long-awaited meeting with the parents raises us up, coming home tired, we begin to share our impressions about the country, which we discovered a week ago for ourselves in a new way.
Rumyantseva Alyona