“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”
– Nelson Mandela (RIP)
13th August, 2014:
You know that moment where you find yourself completely ready for what’s to come? That’s me today. I’m on the countdown to my flight from Gatwick tomorrow and this time, I’m actually excited. And I hope that that is a sign that it’s all up from this point. On the days leading up to me flying out to the previous family, I felt so nervous, full of fear and lacking in any confidence. Now I’m almost the opposite. The butterflies are definitely flapping about but for the first time in ages, I’ve got a real happy smile on my face. Bring it on world, let the year abroad officially begin.
14th August; Thursday.
The flight down to Málaga was easy – I chatted to an older man for the majority of the journey and we shared out stories of family, current situation etc and parted ways at the baggage reclaim. Eventually my massive suitcase weighing twenty six kilograms rocked up and I headed to meet the new family who were patiently waiting in arrivals. The mum, María, is lovely. She seems like a gentle, happy woman. Her daughters are ten and eleven, Alejandra and Aitana (fun name or what?), were very shy but appeared to be well-mannered and sweet as well. I’m not sure if they can speak better Spanish than the boys from the previous family but I have yet to see… They have a nice little three storey house in a residential part of Benálmadena so I’ll have my own room. There’s also a big balcony that goes off it so woohoo!
I’m not sure if they can speak better Spanish than the boys from the previous family but I have yet to see… They have a nice little three storey house in a residential part of Benálmadena so I’ll have my own room. There’s also a big balcony that goes off it so woohoo! Hopefully, I’ll be able to see the night sky when I’m there. After a lovely meal of lentejas (lentil soup) and empanadillas (a bit like a dumpling but stuffed with tuna and vegetables), María drove me further along the coast to my family friends place in Miraflores. This was because María and Co. were off camping the next day for up to a week thus I was able to do what I want!
17th August; Today.
I’ve spent the past few days sleeping, sunbathing and seeing people. Yesterday I went to Benálmadena to see my godmother and her daughter. We had a lovely afternoon by the pool and went out for paella and a few copas (drinks) that evening. Other than that … it’s pretty uneventful!
I am just counting down until I go to Madrid. I can’t wait for the independence and adventure on my own. I probably should have started my job back in July rather than have done families etc. but heyho. It all happens for a reason.