Host family (fisrt week)

After my suffering at the airport I finally reached the home... I rang the bell..  A blond girl opened the door.. She apparently didn't expect me, because she was wearing only a jumper , and was very surprised...She helped me to lift my luggage upwards and than introduced herself, she was Tara, a daughter of my host mother...Then I met her friend Sarah.. We had a little conversation about ourselves, they were so nice to me.. I was very tired so went to the bed to have a rest..
Another day Sarah showed me the train station, so i could go to school...I bought a travel card..After this we came back home.. I went upstairs to my room and Sarah-to meet her friends.. Then another incident  happened..I was chatting with my sister, she asked me to take photos of the street, where i lived.. So I went out and closed the door, forgot that the door didn't have a handle(In my country every home has a handle) and i left my keys in the room... I knew that Tara would come back at 9p.m. and it was only 3 p.m. Can you imagine my situation? I didn't know what to do, so i started walking... I was walking and walking again :)) First I was trying to remember the way to the station, but I couldn't... Then people started to ask me if i was okay, maybe they were thinking that i was lost or something like that :)) Finally I sat down on the pavement in front of my house.. It was evening, it was cool outside and I was shivering.. Suddenly I heard the voice of a car behind me.. I saw the guy, he asked me the same, if I was okay...As it appeared he was Tara's brother.. I explained him my situation :)) He opened the door and I went to my room...
 On Monday I had to go to school, but I forgot how to get to the station.. But it was OK, I asked a girl who showed me the way..I took a train to Victoria Station... When I get off the train and went outside, I found that I had no idea where to go.. I don't remember how i found the school... But the funny thing was that my school was near the sloane square station, but I didn't know that i had to take underground :D
After half an hour I found my school, went downstairs, where I met my principal Jon, wrote a test, but it's not important part... So after a hour we were sitting in the class, we were 15, our teacher called Flora.. She was sweet.. She had beautiful blonde hair and was funny :)) I met a lot of people in this school, who i'll remember the whole life..
  My first week was terrible.. I couldn't find my way to school, it seemed as if all the buildings were the same...I had nostalgia about my country, family and friends... Crying a lot.. But I was getting used to  new life..

London

I want to write about the most adorable city, London.. Yes I love London..
I've been to London for 2 month and it was enough to fall in love with it. But first week was very stressful..
I was late at the airport in Tbilisi and almost missed the flight.. I was so nervous.. And when i arrived at the Heathrow i found that it was a huge airport, 10 times bigger than Tbilisi airport.. Didn't know where to go, so I followed  one family.. ( I was playing with their child on the plain).. Then we went to check our hand luggage.. But suddenly my bag began ringing... Security told me that they had to check my bag..( I had spray in it, i didn't know that it was forbidden) I should have waited there while they were checking my bag, but i was so confused and nervous that i just left my bag there.. Didn't remember what I was thinking about..Than as it appeared that family was going to America..When i approached Heathrow employer, he asked me where i was going. I answered, that i wasn't going anywhere, I had just arrived.. So he gave me a advice to go to gate 60. Then i followed signs.. I kept going but suddenly sign disappeared.. I was standing confused.. That i stopped another employer, asked where to go.. He showed me the way.. I'd been walking at the airport for 3 hours (almost), before i found my way.. But i had to meet a driver at the airport and i've been looking for driver for half an hour I think..Finally I found him.. Then I remembered about my bag, I had all my money and credit card in it and i began crying... But driver helped me, he took me to a women, who worked there (don't know what kind of work she did) and she asked me about bag, what color was it, what was in it and so on.. After 15 mins the gave me my bag back.. I was so happy..

                                       

                                           London Eye

                                             I love this bridge most of all, especially at nights !!!

                                              Greenwich-great place