Yesterday, my Dad and I made the journey down to London and he helped me move into my flat which I will share with other people. It was a pleasant journey down because it was Saturday and there was no commuter traffic heading into London.
We made good time with the journey and we met my contact, Kevin and he gave me my keys and showed me around the place and even helped me move some of my stuff in. This was the start of a really good day.
After my Dad left to return home, I started to unpack my things and met more of my housemates. They're all really friendly and they told me about a party that night they were hosting and having a few friends over.
I was really glad that I had agreed to go along because the food was fantastic: lots of different dishes from all over Europe. I really enjoyed the Spanish tortilla. The company was really good too. There were people from all kinds of industries and they all knew my housemates in different ways. I'm a very sociable person and this was a great opportunity because I love meeting new people and chatting to them about what they're passionate about.
As a large contingent of the party were Spanish, lots of Spanish and Catalan was spoken. I could understand the general gist of the Spanish as they were speaking quickly but the Catalan, I couldn't tell when it started and when it ended and my housmates ended up translating a few times for me. I speak Spanish but haven't used it in a while so it's coming back listening to these people and it's really helping me.
I spoke to one guy in English and he didn't understand so I switched to Spanish and he understood. Everyone was patient and kind when I spoke and a few asked about when / how I learned and applauded my grasp of the language. I was pleased to hear from the Spanish people that I could speak decently and I took heart from this.
After the party, we went down the pub and had a quick drink. It was a good night also because of all the new places I'd seen that day too.
That night made me feel that I'll get on really well here and I'll go far with the Spanish.
We made good time with the journey and we met my contact, Kevin and he gave me my keys and showed me around the place and even helped me move some of my stuff in. This was the start of a really good day.
After my Dad left to return home, I started to unpack my things and met more of my housemates. They're all really friendly and they told me about a party that night they were hosting and having a few friends over.
I was really glad that I had agreed to go along because the food was fantastic: lots of different dishes from all over Europe. I really enjoyed the Spanish tortilla. The company was really good too. There were people from all kinds of industries and they all knew my housemates in different ways. I'm a very sociable person and this was a great opportunity because I love meeting new people and chatting to them about what they're passionate about.
As a large contingent of the party were Spanish, lots of Spanish and Catalan was spoken. I could understand the general gist of the Spanish as they were speaking quickly but the Catalan, I couldn't tell when it started and when it ended and my housmates ended up translating a few times for me. I speak Spanish but haven't used it in a while so it's coming back listening to these people and it's really helping me.
I spoke to one guy in English and he didn't understand so I switched to Spanish and he understood. Everyone was patient and kind when I spoke and a few asked about when / how I learned and applauded my grasp of the language. I was pleased to hear from the Spanish people that I could speak decently and I took heart from this.
After the party, we went down the pub and had a quick drink. It was a good night also because of all the new places I'd seen that day too.
That night made me feel that I'll get on really well here and I'll go far with the Spanish.
