HOW MUCH I MISS CYMRU...
(I'll keep you posted about this topic.)
(I'll keep you posted about this topic.)
I miss Cymru, in
particular, Abertawe...
I loved being
there, living with a lovely and nice married couple. I loved having Toffee,
Honey and Bruno around me. I loved walking to the university through the
Singleton Park, passing an old little chapel...which, from time to time scared
me a little bit since the chapel was situated in the middle of a cemetery where
every gravestone was crooked.
I enjoyed the
Botanic Garden and the sea near where I lived. I enjoyed being in Mumbles, in
Clyne Garden and visiting the Gower. Oh, how much I miss you, Cymru.
I remember the
day of my arrival in Cymru very clearly...it was January, 26 January, 2014,
a Sunday afternoon when my dad, my godfather and my godmother dropped me in
front of family Demarco's house in Eversley Road. I was nervous and honestly
said, I didn't want to leave my family. After my dad parked the car next to the
sidewalk, it didn't take us long to find out where the doorbell of family
Demarco’s house is. Before we could rang the doorbell, we had to climb old
stairs made of stone. As we reached the door then, my father rang.
I was so
nervous, I couldn't even stand still for a moment. I was curious and totally
stressed. After a few minutes of emotional turmoil, someone unlocked the
turquoise door which I experienced as a kind of relief.
It was my
host-father, a white-haired man accompanied by Toffee, a dark-brown cocker
spaniel who barked very loud...After I introduced myself to him, he invited us
in. I followed him hesitantly into the dining room where two puppies were
expecting us. Honey and Bruno were so happy and lively that I forgot about the
worries I had before my dad, my godfather, my godmother and I met them. After I
calmed down, I realized how beautiful the house of my host-parents was. The
corridor had a dark red fitted carpet and the banister was painted white whereas
the dining room had a wooden floor. The interior design of the house looked
really nice and cosy and I started to like it. Furthermore, I spotted a small
white door underneath the banister and I suspected a little chamber behind it,
like the chamber in which Harry Potter slept before he was invited to study in
Hogwarts.
While I was
inspecting the ground floor of my new home, my dad fell in love with one of the
puppies, namely with Bruno. He didn't really admit it but I could see it in his
eyes. The two puppies were cute, I agree.
So as we were
being fascinated by the puppies, my host mother came home from work. She worked
as a nanny for a family living down the street. She immediately greeted all of
us very friendly and gave me a hug. Her voice was high and she talked like one
of the comic figures I watched on TV when I was a child. At this point I have
to emphasise that although her voice and behaviour was unusual for me, she
seemed chatty and caring. That’s why I started to relax. I think, due to the
“meet- and-greet-thing”, my dad was relaxed too and less worried about me. This
would be the an explanation why he decided not to stay and have a cup of tea
with my host parents. Another possible explanation would be that my dad and my
godparents had to leave before it got dark since they stayed in Bristol over
the night. So, as I said, they decided to leave earlier than I thought which
made me sad because it was an awkward situation for me. Nevertheless, I had to
let them go and accompanied them to the door, gave all of them a kiss and a
very long hug and said buy…
After letting
them go, I went upstairs and entered my new bedroom which had a violet fitted
carpet. I started to unpack my two huge suitcases and starred out of the window
from time to time. After an hour or so, it started to rain and I felt blue…
"Now I am
stuck in Cymru (Abertawe) for five months", I thought.
To be continued...
To be continued...










