After so many days, so far from my lovely Spain, today I’d like to invite all of you to feel the emotions that have leave a mark on me during this trip.
Seven of my eight weeks have already gone by. Days truly fly. Although I don’t want, I don’t realize. They fly as the seagulls, owners of the sky of this nice city, every morning.
There is a enormous number of cities. A lot of cities… Cities which teach you, which help you to grow up. Cities which serves you to find yourself. Cities which invite you to make risks. Big cities, small cities. And the same about their inhabitants.
There are also empty cities. And cities which fill you. There are cities which are always handy to surprise you in a good way. Cities which are far away. Cities where you’ll never walk. And others which will leave a mark on you. Cities which although you return there so many times, they will always be a mistery (that ‘s just lucky!). There are cities full of secrets. And cities which are poems in theirselves dedicated to the life: cities which grow up emotions, morals, feelings, at every turn. If a city makes you feel emotions, if despite of not talking, touch you deeply… One knows, with certainty, that he will go back to it.
Today, I’m going to tell you about Bournemouth, cause I’ve been really feeling a lot there. Bournemouth… A natural city in the south of England. Really, if it isn’t the PARADISE, I won’t be able to imagine something better.
Its sweet beaches, it chrystal blue sea, its cliffs, its lively streets; its good-natured, lovely and above all, honest people. It’s inevitable to learn and grow up as a person and as a professional, surrounded by that atmosphere.
New abilities, new languages, new cultures… A new gastronomy, its famous Fish and Chips, its peas, the major breakfasts, the typical chicken SM sandwiches… Delicious, as the good taste that this city leave in every mouth, and delicious, like their people, always so attentive, as much to the bus drivers as to the waiters, lifeguards and the typical families.
I had the great chance to get along with a British family during my first four weeks: a couple with five adorable children, two dogs and a covering happiness, rather it was more like a contagious lunacy. Blessed madness!
I have to recognize that now I really miss getting up because of the graceful voice from one of the little childrens: the one who dressed up as a Oeste Cowboy, the gymnast girl, the one who was passionate about horses, the sweet baby… The jokes from the father, the freshly baked dinner from the mother at 6:00 p.m. (definitely different timetable, yeah, but it’s easy to get used to it ;), the shopping days with her, the pool of the garden, the little boat, the British tv programmes, their happy music… They had different, unique ways of life. Anyway, always welcoming me with open arms. Always a ear to hear me. A shoulder which support me, so reliable. Really. They were like my second family.
And my last four weeks, seems that they’re flying, now in a residence. With flat-mates from other countries: more cultures and more ideas to keep in my suitcase.
I share the flat with three Russians, one German and one Turquish, so different ones from each others… But all of them feel the same like enjoying, smiling, teaching and learning. Good friends. Good moments. Mornings having eternal coffees, afternoons playing volley at the beach, doing races and duckings in the sea, travelling, visiting, doing crazy things; nights watching films, nights having smashing parties, parties which were like right out of a movie. So funny! So lovely! And all time talking in English!
As regards to my studies, the first four weeks I was in English 2000 School, three hours of lessons per day. Good teachers. Good atmosphere. They show you that is possible to learn at the same time than having a good time. And my last four weeks I am doing an intership for this great company: Interships in UK. Since the first day, they have been treating me so well. I have learnt and developed new abilities. I couldn’t be happier, I couldn’t feel more comfortably. I’m sure.
I have always thought that there‘s anything better than travelling. And now, I think that more than ever. I really think that, there’s anything more pleasant than being carried along by the wave of cultures which live hidden in all over the city.
Learning to enjoy the sunny days but also the rainy ones. Swimming in the sea, travelling by Ferry, meeting new people every day, visiting all of the little parts near the city. Going across Jurassic Coast, Bath, the Forest, Pool and its park, its port, its fishes and fisherman. Passing the charm of these places on to you… While you discover new ideas, new smiles, new lifestyles.
It helps you to OPEN YOUR EYES. And to make yours eyelashes fly… With you.
I have always though that telling all the details of stories makes them to lose their magic… But you can’t imagine the feeling when someone ask you “When are you coming back to home?”. And you immediately thereafter think, “ am I not already at home?” Cause tell me… Is not home the place where you sleep, smile, cry, work, learn, talk, grow up, know, win, fight for what you really want and establish deep and stronger ties than the rays of light sun from the very first weeks of July?
The verb is “to dare”: take the risk and dare take the leap, jump from your country and flying out of it to learn with and from the others. Come on! The world has a lot to teach us, I promise. You won’t be able to imagine how much!
PD: I think nobody had never make me cry so much than during these eight weeks, cry with laughter! Bournemouth: fun while learning.