I don’t really know how to start this. I think it’s just that if you don’t experience it, you don’t understand it. I have to admit that being in Ireland away from everything and everyone, is the hardest experience that I have ever been through. I’m not saying that I am not enjoying it, I am, but some days I wake up and the only thing that I want is to be able to hug my friends from back home, to go to the kitchen and have breakfast with my family, to be with them and walk through the city streets. But here I am, in Ireland, in another country, with another family and another language, where everything is different from what I have ever experienced, where everyday seems like a battle for me, where I’m experiencing things and feelings that I never thought I was going to.
marfa 