So I went to Emmen for the weekend and then today to Raalte - finally saw David and his parents again. I hadn't seen D since January, when he and Tristan and I went to Duinrell, and I hadn't seen his parents since before the breakup, back in August. It was actually awkward for the first minute or two, because I hadn't been there for nine months, but at the same time, it all felt so damn familiar that it was like I'd never been gone. Bottom line: it was great to see them. (And for some reason, Dutch comes out very easily around them... maybe because they've known me practically since 'the beginning' (I've been studying Dutch for 20 months and that family has known me almost 16 months) and they've given me a lot of help.) Anyway, so we stayed there and chatted for a while and then D and I came to Utrecht and hung out - tossed Scott's football around out behind the complex (and rescued it from the water, and rescued it from the prickly bushes, and fell onto it in a helplessly laughing heap of tangled arms and legs when D tried to tackle me...) and ate Pringles and chocolate and watched Silence of the Lambs. Anyway, it was a nice day. I always say this when I see him after a long period of little contact - I realized all over again how well he knows me. This came up during the car ride... I don't have to apologize for always having to pee, he doesn't have to apologize for acting crazy when singing along to the car CD player... we just know those things about each other and don't even think about them anymore. Regardless of how little I see him, that's still one of the most valuable friendships I think I'll ever have.

And for those who know about my 'twijfelings' about my relationship (Andre and Lotte among them) - things are much better. I finally got up the nerve to tell M I was feeling uncertain about things, even if I couldn't give a concrete reason why, and for some reason, just telling him and getting his reaction and talking about it made me feel so much better. Unbelievable. Normally, I'm not one to hold things back, so I guess I never realized how much of a relief it could be to finally come out with something you've been keeping to yourself. Even if you read about it in books, you don't really feel it. Anyway, he reacted just right - didn't freak out to an extreme degree (or at least didn't show it) and just reassured me, said he'd been through the same thing in the beginning, etc. And the end result was that I was more eager to see him this weekend than I've ever been. Anyway, I'm sure this is all of interest to no one but the two of us, but I'm happy, because that rock that's been sitting in my stomach for the past couple of weeks has been reduced to a pebble, and there are times (like right now) when it's even gone altogether.

Oh - and I have my Marco tickets! Martin wants to go but doesn't know if he can get the day off (and won't know for a while), and David, the second-in-line, is in the same boat. Next up would be Tristan and Pauline, whoever is fan enough to be willing to pay E60 for the ticket and thinks they can stand an evening hanging out with Jess and Linde and Alette. (Don't worry, I hear that Jess girl is really nice...)

Still haven't heard anything from the camp. I know it's the weekend, but I want to know!!! I can't book a flight home until I know, and that makes it harder to start making plans...

Going to do homework now...