MY
FIRST…
I’ll always remember my
first holiday abroad. It was on July 2nd 2009, my 11th birthday. It had been a
really stressful week preparing everything for the trip. I couldn’t believe I
was going to London for my very first time, without my parents, during the
whole month! My older brother had already gone some years before and he really
enjoyed it, so my parents decided to bring me there to improve my English
level, as my brother did.
We arrived at the
airport at 6 am because the plane was leaving really soon, I remember I had
never felt as nervous as I was feeling then. I knew very few people and everyone
was older than me. Both my parents were there, and also my sisters but that
didn’t relax me at all. Everybody was excited and talking loudly some were even
crying but I couldn’t do anything, it was like if my body paralyzed. Until the
leaders said my name I hadn't said a word, then I just said goodbye to my
family and we left.
Little by little I was
feeling more comfortable and once in the plane when all of us were well-sat I
began to talk to Blanca, a really nice girl who was sitting next to me and who
had been going to London for 3 years. We talked about everything and I could
ask her some questions that I had.
After spending an
incredibly great time in England it was time to come back home. I still
remember that I didn't want to take the return flight because I had met so many
new friends and some of them weren’t from Barcelona so it would take a long time
until we could meet again, that’s why the last night all the girls slept in the
same room and spent almost the whole night talking.
That’s how my first
holiday abroad was and I wouldn’t change anything about it.
María
Bayona Visiedo
1r
Batx B
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