I don’t know if I already told this, but the first day that I have arrived in Spain, I met an girl at the airport. I noticed that we were wearing the same sweater and since I wanted to be open, I mentioned it. She smiled and said something back. Apparently we were taking the same metro and this time, she approached me. We talked the whole way back and we decided to have dinner together. She was visiting her Spanish friend in Valencia. And the next day she introduced me to her friend, her friend brought a Spanish friend as well. This friend took my number after the dinner. We kept in contact, which was funny since she didn’t speak English at all, and I didn’t speak Spanish. But we tried, and her friend spoke both languages so she helped us all communicate. It was not awkward at all, it was fun. Afterwards, she texted me that she has a sister that is learning English and that I should go to an language exchange with her, which I did. At this exchange I met some people who gave me tips about learning the language. I studied it at home, and when I started my classes as well, it went faster. Suddenly I was at level A2. After just one month, and I was not studying the language every day. I haven’t seen the girl from the dinner since the dinner itself. After 5 weeks we met again, and she was in shock of how ‘’good’’ my Spanish was. It was not good at all, but I didn’t know anything at the beginning, and know I was able to hold an simple, basic conversation.

Also my English was getting better. I wasn’t used to speaking English, and I didn’t have it at school for many years. But living with eight(!!) American girls, really helped me. I didn’t only talked to them when I was at home, no, we did things together too. We went shopping together, went out together in the nights, we cooked for each other sometimes. We left our rooms open in case if someone wanted to borrow some clothes, we became a family real fast. Which was weird, because I came a little bit later than the other roommates, and when I heard them say ‘’I love you’’ to each other, I thought, how can you love someone in one month, love is a big word. But after one and a half month, I changed my mind. I was happy, because it wasn’t my house anymore, it was home.