This weekend I once again took full advantage of having an Australian friend, as did the rest of the Americans. This time we were graciously received by the Jirgens family (Anthea’s Family). Boy, did they spoil us rotten. We arrived at their house Friday evening to find a table overflowing with food, a basketball court, and a giant Latvian full of stories. What a wonderful first impression. The lot of us immediately headed to the basketball court where the athletes displayed their talent, and those of who can’t play basketball (me) shot consecutive air-balls. As dinner was being prepared I found myself in a conversation with Anthea’s father, Peter the Latvian. Well it was kind of a conversation. I understood maybe 40% of what he said, but who was I to ask questions? The man could touch his middle finger to his thumb…with my neck in-between. The listening session was interrupted for dinnertime. All fourteen of us scrunched together around the table and for the first time this week everyone had smiles on their faces and not a care in the world. Laughs were had, languages were spoken, accents were tested, and Peter busted out some crazy hitchhiking stories. It was truly lovely and a needed break from the ghost town that is now Campus East.
The rest of the weekend included a trip to Jervis Beach (whitest sand in the world) and some good old relaxation. We even saw a penguin. It was the perfect trip to a perfect house (built mostly by Peter, another reason he is the man) that made it a perfect weekend. They’re some good blokes those Jirgens. Thanks for having us.
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