Dear Kitty,
Munich was far more fun than I'd dared hope! Sure, there were our usual family arguments - but there was so much fun alongside. Card games (Mum cheats), Charades (always great), trying to speak the language, singing in public...all these are traditional marks of a Smith Family Holiday. We saw loads as well - from the Olympiapark Ice Rink (I got to go skating - had forgotten how much I loved it!) to Dachau Concentration Camp, which was terribly sad. We also went to the Jewish Museum, which was seriously interesting, and I showed everyone the Pasinger Fabrik - and I got to see Harry Potter in German! (understood it too) Most of all, though - and I never thought I'd say this - I enjoyed being able to spend time with my family before Paris.
I'm so scared. I never realised how much it took to be able to even move house - much less move abroad! I keep crying (oh, Frano, you wimp). But it's not home that I'm going to miss - it's Oundle (never thought I'd say that either), tradition and, most of all, the people who I'm going to leave behind. There's Skype and letters, of course - but, comforting as they are, they're a bit like having the Resurrection Stone; mere shadows of the people you want to see.
I love you all more than anything.
Yours,
Francesca
Munich was far more fun than I'd dared hope! Sure, there were our usual family arguments - but there was so much fun alongside. Card games (Mum cheats), Charades (always great), trying to speak the language, singing in public...all these are traditional marks of a Smith Family Holiday. We saw loads as well - from the Olympiapark Ice Rink (I got to go skating - had forgotten how much I loved it!) to Dachau Concentration Camp, which was terribly sad. We also went to the Jewish Museum, which was seriously interesting, and I showed everyone the Pasinger Fabrik - and I got to see Harry Potter in German! (understood it too) Most of all, though - and I never thought I'd say this - I enjoyed being able to spend time with my family before Paris.
I'm so scared. I never realised how much it took to be able to even move house - much less move abroad! I keep crying (oh, Frano, you wimp). But it's not home that I'm going to miss - it's Oundle (never thought I'd say that either), tradition and, most of all, the people who I'm going to leave behind. There's Skype and letters, of course - but, comforting as they are, they're a bit like having the Resurrection Stone; mere shadows of the people you want to see.
I love you all more than anything.
Yours,
Francesca
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