Festival
First week back in Belgium, we're tired as hell from the Greece-Italy trip, me and Anna are back in school and Caro and Hanna are still on summer break. Friday night comes, and we decide to go out. Why? We obviously know what a terrible idea it is, but it doesn't matter because we have a major case of fomo. We meet up with Erik and Bruno in Brussels and have a guud time, until about 3 am when we lose our keys and have to call Caro's dad to open the door.
At 4, we have to get ready to leave to the airport. I think you can imagine how much sleep we got, im still confused to how we did this, but somehow we managed to get to the airport and get on our flight to Manchester, England.. from there, we took a train to York and spent our day there, it was all for the Leeds festival that would be on the next day. The festival was life-changing. Utterly amazing, eminem you're a legend
