Planning the next step

Chapter 6

    The easter hollidays were getting close we had maybe a week or two left and we still didn't know much about what we would do or where we would go, both me and my roommate, all I knew at this point was that I wanted to go travel with the greek girls. We had discussed potential places before and we settled ourselfs about maybe going to Prague, but that was just an idea. I remember clearly that after Krakow I got really sick, I think most of the people who went to that place got a virus or whatever because most of them got sick as well. What was really stupid of me was that even being sick like that, I went to play futsal with the guys and got even worse after that. Still, I wanted to attend my favourite class and I kept going to the university, doing all that exhausting routine of waiting for the busses  then waiting for hours on them until I finally got back to the "hellhole". Nevertheless I was having fun along the way, of course on the inside I was dying, almost dragging my body to every place I wanted to go while my brain was screaming for me to stay indoors for a couple of days and rest up. The nights were cold and I would still get lost a lot in the city, google maps saved my ass, before it stopped working on my phone for mysterious reasons.

   We usually during the week, maybe two or three times would get together somewhere to talk or play games or whatever. One of those nights we all went for bowling and I sucked so much I stopped playing after a while...when I actually lost the game! Either way it was a really good night, there was a lot of people there, I even got to know another group of portuguese girls. Most of the people there were in Krakow so we all already knew each other, it seemed like the group was more united, which made the experience so much better.

    On one day the greek girls invited me to go their dorm to plan our future trip for the eater hollidays, I was on the greek guys dorm, which was the second dorm, inside the university campus, so I said goodbye to them and moved to the last dorm (Dentrit), where the girls where staying. I swear to everything I believe is holly that I only memorized their room number, almost a month later, and I was going to hang out in their room almost everyday after they called me up. They lived on the fourth floor! THE FOURTH. Being sick as I was that trip killed me, after climbing all that way, I rested a little before comming to their room and started to cough a lot. Anyways after that climb, we started with our plan, to our surprise there were no more tickets to Prague, so we ended up picking another place, more expensive, but with a lot of beauty as well. Brussels!

    Since the girls liked so much my "friend", they invited her as well (after she invited herself to tag along), I think she was actually planning stuff on her own with one of her friends or whatever and didn't tell me anything, but her friend coudn't come to Warsaw for some reason, so now, my dear roommate needed me. I didn't care much whether she would come or not, but her indecisiveness was getting on the nerves of the greek girls to my amusement. I remember one of them even lost her mind and started to say that she didn't want to travel with my "friend" anymore. It took a while for them to settle on whether she would come or not, but one of the greek girls finally didn't give her any choice and told her that she already had booked her ticket. It was an awesome moment ahaha

   We all agreed and booked the tickets, we were going to Brussels, all four of us. We found an apartment that was close to the center of the city, since it was more cheap then going to any hostel or hotel in the proximity. We would stay in Belgium for four days and three nights. In order for me to get better before the journey I decided that I needed to stay home for a few days to improve my health...it didn't worked, in fact I only got worse, to the point where I had to make a visit to a polish hospital. I walked for maybe two kilometers with a fever and it was snowing, then when I got to the hospital for some reason they KICKED ME OUT, maybe because they didn't spoke english or because they didn't want to have the trouble to communicate... I decided to go back to the apartment and try to rest a little more, when I found along the way another hospital, this time I didn't care and just went in asking every doctor I saw for help. (You have no idea, but I was really messed up). Finally someone helped me out and the people there did some exams on me and made me a prescription for me to buy strong antibiotics. I got back to the apartment and started my recovery session. I felt like everything was going to be okay now and I would get better before we went to Brussels, two days later.

   Thanks for reading once more, I feel great just to write about this! See you next time, big kiss! Peace out.

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