Hello! I’m back with Rosa’s story…Unluckily she didn’t write it in English directly. But no problem! Here we are again…
“… I was finally going to Liverpool!!
I felt kind of anxious, but it wasn’t the typical “journey-anxiety”: it was the kind of apprehension that comes when you know you are doing something important for your own life, for your…Self.
And so it was.
Starting from how they received me at the airport to the last chapter and verse of the room they prepared for me (with a regal bathroom aside!!) I felt like at home straightaway. Obviously the language wasn’t mine but…Who cared? A good chance to improve!
Liz became soon a good friend of mine and all her family did their best to make me feel at ease. I lived their routine, I visited Liz’s father clinic, I went to have a 5 o’ clock tea at some friends’ house,

- Would you like a cup of tea?
I went dancing to some clubs with Liz and her friends… And it’s been fantastic: like having a second life, parallel to mine, but in a sense more special because different, alternative, in English, so far away from my Italian home.
It gave to me the possibility of testing myself, growing as a person, taking advantage of the new place and people.
Then I went also to the Beatles Festival and to visit The Cavern, the club where The Beatles played many times in the early ‘60s!

- The Cavern
They would never have been the same holidays if I hadn’t stayed at someone’s home.
This home exchange with Liz overwhelmed me with precious feelings and memories and turned on my passion for English language, UK music and the bizarre British culture.
Well…However not for the food. No offense, but in this case I still prefer the Italian option!

Spaghetti!!
The following year, in August, Liz came to my place, near Venice: we gave her my room (which I gave up with pleasure) and I introduced her to the village life, to my friends, my places and my family.
Liz graduated in Italian and international law. She has lived and worked in Venice and Rome for some years.
I ended up studying in UK and, still, I love English, the green hills, the tea. I also adore staring at their sparkling shop windows, often full of clothes too scanty to be dressed, however proudly and womanly worn.

Uh, I forgot… I also made many other home exchanges with people from the entire world since I got a flat, little but cosy, in Bristol.

- Bristol Views
But this is a different part of my diary…”. Rosa.
Lucky girl! Thanks Rosa for sharing your first home exchange with us!
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