Besides driving on the left there are other things that are different in UK compared with Slovenia. Camera signs next to the road warn you that you might get caught while speeding. They put radar cameras in the area once in a while. Of course you don’t know when this is going to be, but here in Slovenia you have no idea where the speed is measured.


More about driving; parking spaces are narrower than here, in previous post I’ve mentioned roads…they are narrow and often verges are not done. I was really enjoying driving “my” Volkswagen golf in the English countryside, especially in autumn when the nature was all colourful and tree leaves ware everywhere. By the way, steering wheel and gear stick and everything under your feet is on the opposite side of the vehicle 😉 Oh boy how many times did I go to the wrong side of the car! But I got used to it, after four hours with my driving instructor, who the host family arranged for me, I was good at driving, off to the traffic. Funny thing was, when I got home for Christmas and I drove our family car, the first time when I wanted to change into a second gear I swung my hand to a door…oops, wrong side. And I got so used to beeping when I parked (sensors) that now, at home, I sometimes don’t have feeling of how much space is around me, plus our car is much longer and wider.

I’ll put down some other things that I’ve noticed:

  • You  usually order your drink at the bar. In Slovenia, the waiter comes to your table and takes your order.
  • At the theatre you don’t get alcohol and snacks. I went to see  Les Miserables musical, and people were eating crisps and drank while watching the show.
  • You are allowed to bring your own snacks to the cinema! Awesome.
  • I don’t think it is necessary to mention sockets.
  • They don’t use bidet.
  • Door handles and sinks are different (two pipes), as was the shower.
  • Lifestyle, less free time.
  • Better public transport.
  • Food, they are the nation of broccoli; cooked vegetables is part of every dinner.
  • Fashion; girls like to wear their hair big and use lots of make-up.
  • Leisure centre, we don’t have sports centres like this.
  • Architecture; brick houses.
  • They wear school uniforms.



Hold on we’re going home

Everyone at home had watery eyes. I guess we are kind of those people who cry. Me and my family, we are emotional.
I was in a rush, like always. I don’t know if I will ever learn. Putting the last things in my suitcase, two actually, big ones. The number lock got stuck and we couldn’t open it…problems at the last minute. After we break it and found some key locks we were on our way, my parents and my sister. It was kind of weird saying goodbye. But I wasn’t sad. I was excited and happy to try something new. I can still remember queuing to board on my plane and looking at them. I felt andrenaline. It was my first time flying alone. I felt like I was doing something special, like I have some serious business abroad. The feeling was good. During the flight I was reading brochures about my country, which I got at tourist’s office in my town. I was preparing myself to tell my foreign family about Slovenia. In the end they were not very interested in it.
I flew from sunny Slovenia to rainy and foggy England…how tipical. But I was impressed by the view outside my window, of green plains and brick houses.

Staying here was great. My time was divided into two parts, completely different experiences. The first period was more exciting, everything was new, lots of new people, parties, new environment. The second half more quite and being on my own.
I did many things, met a lot of great people whom I’m going to miss a lot. I can say that my life would be nicer with them near me. But I suppose life is just not fair and gives you cool things in different parts of the world.
Tonight is my last night sleeping in this bed, spending time in this awesome room…having my own small apartment!
I got used to living in this house, driving on the left, cooking on their gas stove, speaking English, drinking from their cups, etc. I made a life here, I have habits that will change when I get home.
I am going to miss driving this car, see the surroundings on my way to school, fast and good public transport, the leisure centre. Most importantly, I am going to miss the girls and my friends. I have one more week…to say goodbye to everybody and to do things that I won’t do again.