For quite a while now, I was itching to leave England, and go travel, or just go somewhere else. A few months back, a decision was made, and my friend Maria convinced me to move to Spain, at least for the summer, if not for longer. Since my mind was long checked out of England, and I really miss the proper sunny summers, with Sun that actually tans you and beaches where you can lay for a whole day without feeling guilty, I accepted the challenge.
3 hours ago, I arrived in Vigo, on the west coast of Spain. This is going to be my home, for at least the next 5 weeks where I will be working at a summer camp (one needs to make a living and afford to eat).
First thing that goes through my mind, as I lay down on my friend’s bed, which ultimately it’s going to become my bed, when Maria leaves in 2 weeks, is that things are pretty scary, and maybe not as easy as I thought they will be. Maria kept reassuring me over the last couple of weeks, that it will be fine, and that I will love it here, but now I am starting to second guess my decision. Was this actually a good decision? Or more of a spur of the moment kind of thing. Am I actually going to be fine and enjoy this place? Or am I going to fail and return home without achieving anything or discovering greatness?
I find it hard, I guess hard is not the word, I do not find as easy as I thought it will be, which in the grand scheme of things cannot be too bad. Everyone around me speaks Spanish, and even though I studied Spanish, and I understand it perfectly, I cannot seem to be able to open my mouth. Is this how it’s going to be? Ultimately, do I need to settle into an English speaking country? Or will I be able to adapt sooner rather than later? I guess we will see, I have only been here for a few hours, I cannot possible have the answers, but I will make sure I will write my progress or not so much progress…cause either way, I am stuck here for the next 5 weeks….or maybe more.
P.S. I already have a couple of mosquito bites!!!!