Update from Italy and some news!

Hi there!

I thought it was the right time to write a blogpost, because I haven't done so in a few days. Italy has been great! Especially yesterday,because we went to Venice. We stepped into our car and thought to drive there in an hour or so. Unfortunately, we had some delay. We got on the boat to Venice one hour later than expected, but it was alright. We didn't have to wait vet long to get in the boat. Luckily we were one of the first passengers to get on the boat, so we had a seat. I think 60 percent of the people on the boat had to stand the whole time. It was about half an hour/45 minutes, I guess.

When we got there in Venice, it wad warm, but thanks to the wind. We visited many amazing buildings and my father took many photos with his amazingly great camera. My father is going to send me all the pictures, I asked him yesterday evening.

Today was the last actual holiday in Italy for me this holiday. At first the weather wasn't that good actually. But as soon as my father and stepmother got back to the caravan the sun started to shine, sort of. I enjoyed the sun for the last time and went back to the caravan as well when my step aunt did.

Tonight we are barbecuing, and tomorrow morning my two stepbrothers and I leave and go back to the Netherlands. I heard that the weather is very sunny and warm there at the moment, so it looks like I'm not going from sunny weather into rain and coldness at once.

There is actually something I want to write about. In the days back then when I was suffering from anorexia or whatever kind of eating disorder I had, I found a website called proud2bme which is a website about eating disorders. It also had a forum that I visited and wrote on daily. This website helped me so much to deal with my problem. There were do many other girls with the same problems, and we understood each other.
I'm happy that I do not have to use this website anymore because I won the battle from my disorder and I'm very proud of myself for that.

But since I'm dealing with another kind of problem, the ocd one, I was searching on google last night and I registered for a forum and hopefully I will soon find out what I actually can so against my problem. I found some tips on a website today and it is working for me right now. But since I'm not that stressed during holiday, the urge to do certain things is not that strongly forthcoming. I'm happy that I've found something that works for me, at least at moments when 'the feeling' isn't that strong.

I'm going to enjoy the weather for now. Next post is probably from the Netherlands, back home. Then I will also post some pictures from my holiday.

Kim

Reading and writing

I love to read during holiday. So I took the books with me. One of them is English and the other two are Dutch. I wanted to read some more books, since I'm a fast reader. I read one book today and I am on twenty six percent of my English book already. After tomorrow I probably have only one book left to read, and after that I don't know what to do actually. I'm thinking about writing my own books. in the past I already attempted to write my own book, and I wrote around sixty pages and then I just speed writing. I can not remember why. I probably did not like what I had Wooten already, so why going on with something I do not enjoy?

The book was about a girl who moved house because her mother got a new boyfriend. She had to write emails and chat on msn to stay in contact with her best friend. It was a total rip off of one of my favourite Dutch books. That was also probably one of the main reasons to stop writing.

I already had my Dutch blog around that time, and I saw that I enjoyed blogging way more than writing my book. I assume that that was because I did not have to think about what to write, because I already knew what write before I started writing the post.

So that made me wonder... Why not writing a book about what I have been through in my life? I do not want to sound all whiny or pathetic, but I think I have the right to say I have been through a lot. So I wag thinking to write a (or more) book(s) about some happenings in my life. I don't exactly know how I'm going to do this, but the urge has been here for quite a while now.

Some ranting

What can I say? Yesterday started off like it was going to be a good day, but it somehow turned into probably the worst day of this holiday.

First of all, we went to the beach today, for me it was the first time. At first I did not want to take my phone with me, but when I saw that my stepmother and stepbrother took them with them as well, I thought 'why shouldn't I just take him with me?'. I immediately thought it wasn't a very good idea. I didn't want anything to happen to my phone so I kept it in my parent's bag, just in case something happened to it. (the beach itself was beautiful and the sea was warm enough to not freeze to death again (like what happened the night before sure to the airco). And there comes the only time I feel proud of myself. I attempted to go into the sea and swim. And I did! Twice even! The first time was with my little sister, she is for as far as I know the only one who knows about my fear of the sea and not makes fun of it.
The second time I went alone. That time I even went for a proper swim. I felt quite proud of myself afterwards because I had fun in the sea and for a few minutes I didn't feel like I was the worst thing that has ever happened to the world.)

But when we wanted top go back top the caravan my sister and I wanted to swim in the pool before going home as well. So that is what we did. I let my phone in the bag and asked if they wanted to be careful with it. My stepmother immediately said 'of course we do!' She sounded really annoyed while saying it and gave me this arrogant look.
I went to swim, but when I got home I saw there are two scratches on my phone. I tried to clean my crab in case it were no scratches, but they are. I was so angry at people because they just can't be careful with other people's properties. It's a pity that I don't know who did our, but when I will blame anyone, they will say I did it myself for sure.
I was always so careful for my phone, and now someone else damaged it.

That was not the only thing. I bought 100mb internet do I could blog and chat, but yesterday after I discovered the scratches I also got a text message saying I had used 80 percent of my mbs. Which is impossible since my internet didn't work for almost the entire day. So I have only 20mb left for five days. Hopefully it won't go that fast again for no reason.

You can understand that this had ruined my mood and because of that I was a bit grumpy. That is never a good thing near my stepmother. She likes to even ruin my mood more somehow. I started to feel again, like I don't belong in this family. They're happy together and I feel like the only one who appreciates my presence is my father, and my little sister maybe. But all the other ones act like they don't care.

Then I started to feel nervous and stressed because of the ocd-ish feelings I've been struggling with for quite a while now. 'Maybe had touched the table or did jumped twice instead of once my phone would not have been damaged. It is my fault, I should have clapped an even number in my hands, not any different.' I even couldn't read my book anymore, so I didn't have any entertainment.

Later in the evening I also started to feel bad for eating. I cried on the toilet. I had completely lost my mind. As soon as I possibly could, I went to bed and hoped so much on a better day.

Right now, I'm still in my bed, but I think I feel a little bit better now... kind of... Hopefully this day will be better, because it will run my vacation so much if not. I'm not taking my phone with me again, unless I have my own bag where no one else can touch it.

From the beach

Hello there!

I'm currently at the beach and the weather is great. It is pretty hot here but the wind kind of makes it enjoyable. I took my phone with me to the beach just in case I wanted to make photos or write blogposts just like I'm doing right now. I really like it here in Italy.I'm having a great time.

Yesterday was fun but tiring. We went to a pizzeria where I ate a very big pizza Margarita, obviously.I food not east such a good pizza for quite a long time. These are real pizzas and pastas from Italy, it can't be better somewhere else. After dinner we went to my aunt and her family where we sat and drank some drinks for the rest of the evening.

I could barely survive the first night, on the couch. The couch wasn't even the worse thing, that was okay, actually. But the airco is in the living- kind of -room and apparently it turned off automatically. My brother turned it on again, but the temperature was way too low. I woke up every half an hour because I was so cold. I was glad when my stepmother woke up and went to the bakery to buy us breakfast. I joined her because I could no longer handle the coldness.

I think I have now managed to collect enough braveness to try to go for a short swim. Hopefully I won't panic and drown.

My first day in Italy

I am here! In Italy. Sitting on my bed, writing a blogpost about today. this day went by very quickly. I woke up at half past 9, I guess. My mum and I checked my bag a few last times if I really had everything packed, which I had. Around a quarter to eleven, we left and drive to Schiphol airport. When we got there (and by 'we' I mean my two stepbrothers and I), we could walk to the plane almost immediately. We had already checked in at hone on the internet, so we did not gave to arrive at the airport so early. My brother a big piece of pizza in a restaurant on the airport. It was a very big piece, I think it was approximately a quarter of a pizza. As soon as my other brother came back from theBurger King part of that restaurant, which took quite a long time, and he ate his burger and his fries, we walked towards our plane and got on board. When we got onto the plane we saw a celeb from the Netherlands, which was pretty awesome.

The flight itself was rather short. In about an hour and twenty minuets or so we landed in Italy. My dad was there to pick us up and he drive back with us to the camping, Pra Delle Torri or something like that. That took us around an hour to do, but I watched a film with my burger during the ride.

The camping looks nice for how far I have seen it. It is a big camping with a fountain in the middle. There are a few restaurants, a disco, a theatre and of course there are two swimming pools. Also, the beach is close to the swimming pools well.

Tomorrow I shall visit the beach for the second time and this tone I am actually going to make use of it. I am also going to give swimming a try, even though I think swimming in the ocean is pretty scary. I'm really tired at the moment, so for now, I am going to sleep, and hopefully, I shall try to blog again!