I woke up in the airport with my handbag next to me. I felt a little dizzy but after drinking some water I was feeling much better. I was in The Great Britain and had no clue where to turn. I was going to meet a family here in Britain because I had an assignment from my school back in Sweden. After I had taken my suitcase I went for the Exit-sign. I was looking for the family who was going to pick me up. They said they where going to be there when I landed with a big white sign, with my name on it.
- Gabriella, Gabriella! I heard some lady scream with a very familiar British accent.
They where waving with the big white sign and where screaming so laud that all the people in Sweden also could here them.
- Hello? I said with my not-so-good English.
- Oh, of course it's you! You look just like you sound in the telephone! She said and smiled at me with her big mouth and beautiful eyes.
- Shall I carry your bag for you my friend? She said and smiled at me again, when I felt like the most nervous girl in the world.
- Yes. I said carefully.
She looked at me on a different way after I had told her that she with pleasure could carry my bag. I was frightened.
- Please? She commended and looked at me as a big question mark.
I repeated the word she just had said to me with a not pleasant voice.
After I hade succeeded making her mad at the first minute, I took care of it the minute after by saying the word "please". I never thought it was a word that was so important. In Sweden you don't really care?

The rest of the family stared me out for a minute, but later on they had forgotten it all.

We went for the car and left for their place which was about an hour from the airport. We where forced to sit very tight in the backseat because Mrs. - and Mr. Hansson also had a 9 year old girl and a 15 year old boy. They stared at me the entire trip back to their house.

haha!
Ikväll är det fotbollsträning och så ska jag försöka övertala cissi att ta ett dopp i poolen after that :)
VORE NICE! ;D

byebye , later on dudes. <3