
I don't know how to describe how I was that day. I woke up at 13.20, and it was because my mother phoned from her work to know how I was. I said her that I was Ok, but It wasn't totally true. I missed a lot the Dutch, specially Calvin and Iris. I was alone at home, so nobody could see that I cried for them because I felt incomplete. I think that's the properly word: incomplete. I switched on the computer and I opened the facebook to see the pictures people uploaded. Later, my father came and we had lunch together. I decided to do some homework for the week, but I couldn't. I was still thinking about the exchange and the fantastic people I met. I talked with Uri by msn and we decided to meet to talk. I met him at the afternoon and we talked about how we felt because we needed to. Then I went home and I prepared my things for the school. At half past nine I had dinner and when it was late I went to sleep.









