My trip to Eatbourne, England.

The last summer (2009) I asked for an grant, well it were like a scholarship since I had to achieve a good mark in English subject, to go to somewhere of England, and it was given to me. I was posted to Eastbourne, a little seaside town in the south of England. I was very excited because it would be my first trip out of Spain. I traveled for a month, for an entire month (it was a lot of time out of home!), but I wasn't afraid of it at all. I love new experiences and I am very daring in these things. So, I went to Eastbourne with a little sensation of uncertainty but with a lot of joy too. At the airport I first met my traveling companion. We were much more grils than boys (what a pitty!). Meeting each other didn't take much time. At the second day, we were already giving each other kisses and hugs. Soon, we stick together. We got on well with all us. I've spend a month with the craziest and interesting people.
I've stayed in a house with a native English marriage with another spanish girl. They were so pleasant and generous. They offered all they had to us even their bed! What a bed, God. The bed was called "aerobed" - I will never forget it!. It was the best bed I never lie down.
A part of the marriage, we first were with other four boys. They were german and stayed in the next room. I have to explain that the house was very little. It had only two bedrooms: the one where the other girl and I sleep and the one where were the germans. So, Pilar (my roommate) and I were wondering for the two first days about where the marriage slept. We say goodbye to them at night (and of course, they were awake) and the following day, in the morning, we see them awake. So, we started to think that they didn't sleep! There was no more place in the house to sleep! But finally we found that they were sleeping in the living room. We were astounded because we were wondering about why they did that! We said them that if they wanted to change the situation and if they wanted us to sleep there, and they in their bed (as usually) but they refuse it. They said us "You are the guests. And you have to felt like you are in home. We do it with relish". We didn't have complaints about them (while other people do have a lot of problems with their family).
The entire month that I spend there was incredible.
Eastbourne was very pretty but a little boring -it's more like a town to rest than a town to get fun, but I was all right. I loved the landscape, the mountains, the sea..all! We also visited the Beachy Head (the highest chalk sea cliff in Britain). My "father of there" told us that people usually go there to commit suicide. It's good because your last view in your life is wonderful!, so you can leave this world having seen one of the most lovely place in the world, from my point of view. Going there was amazing, brilliant. I remember that my view wasn't able to see all was there. A space so extended, huge and green. And the sea down there...Incredible.
My trip to Eastbourne was memorable. I think I was very lucky to go there in that specific moment of my life. So, I am very happy to have had that opportunity. I hope that isn't the only!