Four days left

That's what I say to myself surprisingly when I think about this Saturday. I am not going to say that I am not looking forward to come back but time has gone so fast...
Yesterday I spent my last day in London. I went alone and had a very busy day. I visited four museums: Victoria and Albert Museum, Natural History Museum, Tate Modern and National Gallery. Besides I visited Harrods briefly. Harrods made me feel strange. I mean half of me was amazed of all that luxury but the other half was just indignated becauses I couldn't help remembering that there were children starving meanwhile those beauty dependents gave me kind smiles in that superficial, careles world, pretending everything is perfect. Maybe that one is a stupid thought, I don't know. Victoria and Albert Museum was very interesting, Natural History Museum was amazing but too much crowded. I went to the Tate Modern in boat XD and there I found out that I like modern art, not all, of course, only that one that I can understand. And they were not that hard to understand if you read the explanation just next to the painting! I didn't have time to see National Gallery as I would like but I bought the little book.
So after a very tiring day I returned to Oxford reading breaking down (I have to finish it before coming back to Spain) and I decided that I would come back to London one day to do all the things I couldn't, but not alone, with someone to be able to share so much beauty and hugeness.
Now I have four days left and I will try not to waste them thinking about you all, but enjoying them.

The group gets bigger. This week have joinde the group three more people and they three are spanish! Two of them are from Madrid (Mariano and Guillermo)and the last one to come is from Malaga (Jose). They are nice but I really get on well with Jose rather than with the boys from Madrid. Today at this very moment I'm missing class because I had to go to the pharmacy to buy something for my annoying cold and to send my postcards to you. I sent five. I need two more adresses to send the other two so I will send them when I get them.
Later, after classes, we are going to London to visit museums, the London eye, etc. and we are going to spend the night there in order to be able to see things on Saturday. When I say we I mean Pedro, Jose, Ana and me (Ana, unfortunatly, leave us this Sunday). We will meet Barbora on Saturday morning too. It took me fifteen minutes to book the hotel yesterday by telephon jajaja. It is more difficult to understand English that way. But I did it.
I am ok here (if I don't bear in mind my bloody cold XD). One beautiful thought that I had my first week was the fact that here enourmous beautiful trees and huge picturesque buildings are at the same level: the beauty of nature and mankind achievements living together perfectly in peace.
I love green and I love arquitecture here. It is special. The only thing that I don't really love is being outdoors when it is cold, windy and raining hard XD.
I hope you all are enjoying your holidays as I am doing.
bye bye and kisses

Nostalgy

It's curious how much you miss your language. Two days ago I was walking down the street with Pedro, the portuguese boy, and two new friends:Barbora from Eslovaquia and Anna from Rusia when suddenly I heard some people saying: "On aneu ara?" My reaction was amazing, I almost run after them and I began to repeat that sweet words feeling happy and sad at the same time.
In that moment I realised how different this travel is from Ireland. In Ireland I only spoke English in class and in my house (and I was not very often there) but here I speak English 24 hours a day without stopping, because although there are Spanish people here, I am not going with them. Don't ask me why, I don't know.
In Ireland I spoke with my friends in Valencian or sometimes in Spanish almost all the time and so I didn't miss so much my language and I didn't have headaches because of the overweight of information in my ears, jeje.
It's really hard to me to understand everything people say in a normal speed but I caught the sense. Today I'm meeting my spanish friends in order to feel like at home, with you.
kisses

My second day here

I'm really sorry but I can't write here in valencian, because my keyboard doesn't let me to do so. I would like to write how my journey and my first day in Oxford has been, but I have no time and it would be too long to write, so I will just keep it in my memory to tell you when I go back home.
Just a few things: my host here, Muriel, is unbearable but my home mate are nice. Joana is from Polland and Nanako is from Japan, they are lovely. The home is ok and food too (so so)but everything is VERY EXPENSIVE. I will try to waste as less money as possible.
Now I am waiting for my portuguese friend because we are going to visit Oxford with some other people. I will try to have a great time every minute I spend here but sadly by now, this is not as goog as Ireland was. Maybe that is because Ireland was too much fantastic.
Bye and kisses.

Les acomiadades

Aquesta setmana ha sigut la setmana de les acomiadades, no només perqué demà vaig a agafar un avió cap a Londres, sinó també perqué després de tornar d'allí, començarà la carrerra per preparar-me les meues coses per a València i mudar-me allí. Són moltes coses les que deixe enrere, bones i dolentes, i les bones tiren de mi pesarosament.

He intentat vore aquesta setmana a totes les persones que estime i totes m'han sorprés al adonar-me de que quan diuen que em trobaran a faltar ho diuen de veritat. Algunes d'eixes persones, fins i tot, i aixó que no feia falta, m'han fet un regal:

El meu nou amic del poble, el que vaig conéixer en el quart viatge de tornada de València, m'ha regalat un xapa de l'Espiral, una d'eixes tan gracioses, amb frases del poble o altres d'enginyoses com la que em va fer ell: "De la salut a l'estació, Crevillent una nació".

Com em vaig poder riure amb aquella.

La meua benvolguda amiga i companya de classe, Encarni, amb la que he passat tantes hores estudiant història, m'ha regalat un penjant d'or, finíssim, preciós, amb una petita amatista, la meua pedra preferida: com ho ha adivinat? Ni idea. Amb eixe regal ha volgut agrair-me que li ajudara en història però jo ho feia encantada i de segur, no haguera tingut tan bones notes en eixa asignatura si no l'haguera donat tanta canya per ella.

Però eixa no seria la única alegria del dia d'ahir per arreglar les fatalitats d'un mòbil trencat i uns enviaments a València infructuosos, eixe vesprada estaria amb gent d'Irlanda, Diamar, el seu nuvi Juanjo (de qui sere futura companyera de professió :)) i la meua Merche, que encara que ella no s'ho crega és més guapa que un sol, jaja.

Eixa nit, després d'entrar soles al cinema per primera vegada en la vida a vore la momia tres, vaig anar a Mojito, per encontar-me en la meua gent salsera i com em van fer plorar, la meua gent salsera! La raó: un certificat on declaraven com anaven a trobar-me a faltar i un penjant preciós d'una sabata de tacó, desijant-me que trencara moltes d'eixes ballant, llevat d'eixa, és clar. Els genis de la idea me van firmar el certificat: Jose (el profe), Antonio (el culpable,jeje), Noelia i Edgar. No vaig poder evitar emocionar-me i plorar...si és que com pa no.

Em van dir que tenien altra cosa per a mi però que no me la donarien fins a la pròxima vegada que ens vegerem. Era un mena de xantatge perquè tornara. Jo els vaig dir que tornaria a vore-los sense necessitat ninguna de xantatge.

Després d'una nit inoblidable, ballant i ballant i amb l'aparició sorpresa de les meues altres grans amistats: Tati, Rafa, Patri, Cristian i Antonio, vaig tornar a casa a les cinc del matí, cansada, moltíssim però feliç, perquè me'n anava, sí, però acompanyada de tota la gent al cor.