Autumn. Valencia covered in rain. Routine.
I am inside my car, a greyish morning. I am surrounded by vehicles. The traffic light is red, the radio is on. It comes suddenly, unexpected.
London calling to the faraway towns…
I exchange a frown for a smile. It has been three months since my visit to Mr. Dickens’ city. OUR visit, actually.
One needs time and perspective to evaluate things properly. When the Two Weeks Programme was finished, it was impossible for me to reflect on the results. In that very moment, the only thing I could think about was the fun, the amazing experience, the euphoria of having enjoyed London.
Indeed, it was a great experience. The feeling is unchanged. Yet, now I am capable of considering more objectively the practical aspects.
It is beyond any doubt, I was marked by this adventure. I came back to Spain having met loads of interesting people, and many of them have turned into very good friends.
I came back home with the certainty that I had grown as a person, as well as professionally. Future continues to be imposing, but now I am convinced I will know how to deal with it. It is just a grander adventure. It is all about passion, will and hard-work.
I came back home convinced that in this life one has to do what one likes most. No matter what it might be.
I came back home with London calling at the top of the dial…
PS: My sincere thanks to Ana, co-author of this blog and friend, who one day decided, not knowing me at all, to include me in this initiative.
PSS: Our –Ana and Berta’s- most sincere thanks to Antonio, who made the Two Weeks Programme possible. And to all the people and companies that got involved in the project and made our visit to London an unforgettable experience.