Bringing Smiles to Romania Part 1 of 7


Day 1 of the Trip


(... The technically Day 105 of updates on my fundraising page but let's start afresh for my blog 🙈)


Well it's fair to say that student life hasn't prepared me for the early start I had today! Placement and work have thankfully turned my sleeping pattern back to normal so it wasn't as bad as I predicted but I'm still pretty exhausted. After my giant bowl of porridge and honey, me and my 3 month foodbaby belly rolled up at the Dublin Airport bus for 6:05am. I think I'm having a lucky day... I got up after my first alarm (I didn't hit snooze even once?!) I arrived on-time for my lift, my bus, my plane and even had extra time to top up on my MAC foundation stock to make sure I can cover the shadows embedded into my face under my eyes during the week.





The patchwork quilt of fields and scent of humidity makes it feel like home but the flat landscapes remind me that I am away. There is no shadow of mountains in the distance and the fields either side of the road are vast and wide rather than uneven and hilly. We pass miles of fields of golden sunflowers stretching their faces towards the sun's rays soaking up the sunlight competing to be the tallest of the season.  We travel on smooth new roads and finish on bumpy gravel roads as we arrive at the centre. It's not unlike any other youth centre and has a pool for us to cool in after our days of work ahead.



As I listen to the calming screaming and laughter of teenagers who rebel against the kurfew, I try not to age 60 years by rolling my eyes, sighing dramatically and pulling the covers over my head. I was one of those teenagers on a youth week not that long ago myself so I guess karma has came to bite me on the ass.

*Note to self* Do not keep other people awake on the premises when I'm also on holidays 👍

Also please can we have a moment of silence to remember my Body Shop Seaweed Collection toner which was probably murdered by airport staff when they more than likely flung my suitcase from conveyor belt to plane and back again. My clothes absorbed it instead of my skin 🤷

I can't wait for my first day I'm the country 'properly' tomorrow. We are going to be told which area we will be working in for the rest of the week! Wish me luck 🍀🍀

Nicole PK





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