domingo, 27 de agosto de 2017

On my first day at university I arrived at class just in time , the room was very full so I sat on the first line and I watched my new classmates, I didn't know anybody. It was mathclass and the teacher arrived, she started to explain how will be the year, the dates of the test, the contents etc. At break I went out of the room and watch some students smoking marihuana in a bong and think just how I imagined it will be. I wasn't very nervous as I expected but no matter that I dind't talk to anyone. At lunch I meet with my girlfriend at that time and we talk about our first classes, we ate at San Borja's park. Then I had workshop, and when I arrived I read at the wall a sign that said "there are days and Díaz" (the last name of my teacher) I knew that it wouldn't be an easy year. Luckily my teacher didn´t came and the assistant did the class. That first class they taught us how to draw "croquis". I sat at a table that was empty and two guys sat with me, one of them leave the university at two weeks and the other one is now one of my best friends.

viernes, 18 de agosto de 2017

Bruges




When I was 12 years old I have the privilege to travel to Europe and go over 4 countries whit my family: Spain, France, Italy and Belgium. This was my first big trip and it showed me many things about other cultures, like their traditions, the people, the language, the food and many other things. We travel by foot, car, train and airplanes depending on the distance and the money we had. I was very excited  about knowing Rome and Paris because I hearded many things about their history but never listened about Bruges so it was a surprise for me. When we arrived to the inn I was very tired because of the trip but I got very impress about the architecture and the good hospitality of our host. All mornings we had a very good breakfast, they served us hot chocolate, marmalade and nutella with slice of toast, and so we began our day. We went to the market, the park, the river and walked around the city. This is a city of mysticism, of fairy tales and magic that seems extracted from a medieval world about 400 years earlier. In the parks we feed the ducks and swans and in the market place we got moved because of all the beautiful things they sell. I wish that I can come back and get inspired again of all the magic that the city inspired.