Porto Wine tasting. Best Porto Wine in my entire life. 

Home sweet home

Hugo is back in business! 

I haven’t written for a while. Sorry about that. I find it difficult to write when I’m travelling. Especially if I am going back home. There it’s even more difficult to have some time alone for obvious reasons. 
I’ve never been the type of person who gets homesick. Really. I just don’t miss home at all. I miss people though. That I miss badly. But for some strange reason, I don’t get attached to places. 
This was the first time that I had some trouble getting back to Oslo. I had such a great time with my family and friends… It was really hard to accept that my vacation time was over when I got back on the train back to Lisbon. 
My relationship with my father has reached its highest level and that feels very good in my heart. Thanks to technology we don’t feel as far away from each other as we actually are. 
Vacation is over for now and I’m back to work. Steinar has been doing OK and during my last 4 nights with him, he watched movies until about 2 AM. It’s so difficult to understand whether or not he wants to turn off the TV (he is a stubborn man and doesn’t want to blink his eyes when we need him to answer our questions) that I just let it be on in case he doesn’t want to sleep. Nevertheless, I think it’s cosy that he watches all his favourite crime serious in a row until very late. Time goes faster for me that way too.
While the light is on I can eat my snacks and watch TV with him, drink my flavoured tea and joke with him every now and then when a hot girl comes up on the big screen. 
I know about assistants who avoid eating in his presence. They feel sorry for him because he can’t eat nor drink. I have the opposite approach. I show him what I am about to eat or drink (if he looks at me) and put some of the strongest scents right under his nose so that he can enjoy the smell of it. It works very well with teas (mint, apple&cinnamon, black, ginger, etc.), fruits (banana most of the time) and chocolate (the darker the better). He usually smiles and looks at me with a face that I read as ‘Hum. Yammy. I wish I could eat it!’
If I were him I’d want my assistant to give me the chance to smell food. It would make me feel more of a human being who is actually living and not just lying there and being ignored.
Besides work, I haven’t done much regarding medical school. I have read a lot about it though (admission process and stuff like that). Moreover, I have kept in touch with people who are studying medicine. 
Sometimes I feel sorry for the students that I stumble upon. I ask so many questions… Moreover, I can talk about medical school nonstop which can be tiresome for those who study so hard all year long and just want an escape from their lives as students.
I know a total of 4 people who attended or are currently attending Semmelweis University in Budapest, Hungary. They all have different experiences but my conclusion is the following: it’s worth a shot!
It’s gonna be very tough (no doubt about that!) but I’m willing to work my ass off to go through it. This is my dream and I’ll go the extra miles needed to make it true.
So next year Semmelweis University will be my first option. Agents from the 3 Hungarian medical universities (Semmelweis, Szeged and Pécs) will come to Oslo and recruit the first group of candidates in March. 
My goal is to be prepared by then. March 2016 is my deadline. I really want a place at Semmelweis.
Any other places that I would consider to take my medical education? 
Yes, Gdansk Medical University in the north of Poland. I could see myself studying there but the school isn’t as popular as Semmelweis and the city is way smaller the Budapest. Since I am a city person, the bigger city wins. Not to say that I already know some people at Semmelweis who can guide me in the beginning and give me all the tips needed to survive my first year.

There is still a long way to go but I am slowly getting there. I feel it closer and closer.

Now I’m off to bed. It’s late. Very late. I think working night is messing up my biological clock.

Here are some shots of my vacation.


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