Organising M1

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away

And so you realise how much you've enjoyed your past few weeks, when you figure out you're already crying because they aren't here anymore. You might have noticed my prolongued absence from my blog, but I have good reasons to request forgiveness. As I have stated in my last post, I have been away on a couple of projects, such as EYP's Regional Selection Session Muntenia 1 and Istanbul '12 International Session, not to mention the National English Olympics 2012.
Pictures have been taken, friendships created and memories made.
The first part of a long series of passed and upcoming events was the regional session where, together with two girls I now like to consider friends, we organised the session. Coffee breaks might have brought the worse in us and my oversized luggage might have proved futile, but the experience was one that I will always cherrish.
Not to mention the humongous quantities of coffee, cola and chocolate ingested.
I still miss those 4 days spent in the mountains, where hunger was not an issue, but giving the wake up call with a wooden spoon was a hard to pass challenge.
Also, excuses for the not so glamorous outfits : an organiser is expected to be efficient, not luxurious.