HOW MUCH I MISS CYMRU...
(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...