if you have not already read the post below this one please scroll down and read. now let me see, after i fought off the SWAT team with a couple rubber bands...joke again, sorry, i'm bad. so we get to the airport after a wonderful flight and as we came out of the terminal we saw the fins (as in the people from finland) and said a quick hi. and then kati, our big, all powerful leader from finland, showed us how to get our stuff. our stuff turned out to be a packet full of papers and a red lanyard with a nametag/travel pass on the end, useful stuff i guess...so then we went to the bus and went into town. at every place where we got off the bus we had some nice salvation army people waiting for us to show us which tram to take, or which way to go. the only problem was that these were nice, FRENCH, salvation army people. now i personaly have no problem with the french, as long as they speak english. but no, these guys couldn't speak english they wanted us to speak FRENCH! so i was about to tell them how i knew how to curse in russian, not french, and give them a few russian lessons, but then we figured out a kind of pointing system and figured out where to go.
then at the campsite we learned the fine art of setting up a tent, and getting a tent. waiting for "tent guy" felt like it took up the better part of 2 hours. so then after the tents were all ready we went to check out the showers, not use them, but just know where they are. and who do we meet in them shower hall way but a latvian! those dang latvians...god i love 'em! and so we cornered her and talk her into the floor until it was obvious she was bored of us and every one but tanel (my rather "enthusiastic" friend) was bored of bothering her. so then her friend got out of the shower and we all clapped, and her friend had absolutely no idea why a big group of estonians were clapping for her. so then why walked back to camp together with the latvians and as they walked they learned that we had 2 americans with us, me and mrs. wittenberg. and they informed us they had a american too, an american by the name of liz brown...RIIIING...RIIING somehow that name rang a bell and i remembered a number my mom had given me, the number of some other american she knew would be there. i checked the name...liz brown. i said hey, i know your american. i gotta meet up with her sometime. and then later that night coming through the darkness i saw 4 figures. 1 was definitely tanel, and i recognised the other 2 as latvians, but who was the 4th? i quickly found out as she ran up to me, gave me a big hug and said "you've gotten SOOO BIG!!". now this is only the millionth time thats happened to me so i knew how to keep my cool, i went braindead. who was she excactly? oh yaaa liz brown, i remember. so after talking with the latvians and liz brown a bit they went back to their hostel (fancy latvians, staying in a hostel!) and we went out and got breakfast for the next morning. we ended up finding a nice place called "beulevard crocodile", which we thought sounded good becuase none of us had ever eaten crocodile before and wanted to try. the store actually sold sandwhiches and such. i got a croisant for my breakfast. now we didn't know it yet but it turs out this place actually catered the whole congress! it shouldn't have been that hard, there were only 850 all together. well anyway after that we all went back to the campsite and had a well deserved sleep in our tents, only i shared a tent with tanel so i only kinda got enough sleep but, what ever. well anyway, now i'm done for the moment, i'll tell you more later! Cya.
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