English:
Since my parents had seen that I was capable of travelling "alone" and going back home safe and sound, they finally allowed me to go abroad to study an English course. Since I was 12 I had always known I wanted to become an English teacher - I loved foreign languages (and still do) and wanted to study an English course abroad so bad. So summer 2005 was the perfect chance for me to go and make my dream come true. I went to Brighton (England) for one whole month in summer and I fell in love with the English language and culture even more. I was lucky, because I lived with an amazing family (a single mum and her four-year-old child) who really appreciated me. Also, the house where I lived was very close to the school I attended every morning from Monday to Friday, the shopping centre, the cinema, the train station, the beach and the so well-known Brighton Pier and Pavilion. Spending one month in Brighton was a wonderful experience: I met lots of new people from many different countries (including a Spanish girl from my class who became one of my best friends), I had lots of fun, I visited the outskirts as well as other cities (like Cambridge and London - but London deserves another blog entry on its own), I discovered my fascination for cookies and banoffee and I learnt many new things about the English language. I had new classmates every week, but that wasn't a bad thing - it was a perfect occasion to discover new things about other fascinating places in this world. As you can imagine, and taking into account what an incredible experience it was, I knew I would go and study abroad in other occasions - and so I did. What I knew for sure the moment I left Brighton was that those people and those experiences would always be in my memory and in my heart.
Brighton, Cambridge and why studying abroad is worth your time and money.
Since my parents had seen that I was capable of travelling "alone" and going back home safe and sound, they finally allowed me to go abroad to study an English course. Since I was 12 I had always known I wanted to become an English teacher - I loved foreign languages (and still do) and wanted to study an English course abroad so bad. So summer 2005 was the perfect chance for me to go and make my dream come true. I went to Brighton (England) for one whole month in summer and I fell in love with the English language and culture even more. I was lucky, because I lived with an amazing family (a single mum and her four-year-old child) who really appreciated me. Also, the house where I lived was very close to the school I attended every morning from Monday to Friday, the shopping centre, the cinema, the train station, the beach and the so well-known Brighton Pier and Pavilion. Spending one month in Brighton was a wonderful experience: I met lots of new people from many different countries (including a Spanish girl from my class who became one of my best friends), I had lots of fun, I visited the outskirts as well as other cities (like Cambridge and London - but London deserves another blog entry on its own), I discovered my fascination for cookies and banoffee and I learnt many new things about the English language. I had new classmates every week, but that wasn't a bad thing - it was a perfect occasion to discover new things about other fascinating places in this world. As you can imagine, and taking into account what an incredible experience it was, I knew I would go and study abroad in other occasions - and so I did. What I knew for sure the moment I left Brighton was that those people and those experiences would always be in my memory and in my heart.
