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My Erasmus: We lived our perfect life

A two weeks course before leaving gives you not exactly the ideal knowledge of a language. Luckily spanish is not so far from italian and it should be quite easy to understand what people say. But andalucian, at beginning, is not so easy. So I found myself in an unknown airport, looking for an unknown train station, asking informations to people I did not understand, directed to an unknown city. Once arrived I had to find the flat of a guy I met once in Milan a few weeks before, who promised to give me hospitality for a few days, while I was looking for a room.
This was just the beginning.
And it was exiting.

I realized soon how it all would have been evolved. Ther erasmus community in Almería were small, we did not reached one hundred units, so we all knew one other, we went to the same parties and so on. There were dozen people groups flowing through the city talking with their vocabulary in the hand with strange spanish-andalucian accents, sunbathing in november and "dating" in front of university's pc rooms to send home some news. We were recognizable. But we did not care about it. We were studing. We were travelling. We were visiting new cities. We were learning new languages. We were melting with othes cultures. We were meeting new friends. We were happy.

We were just living our perfect life.

But it has been to short. Some friends returned home to soon. Everyone played a role in others lives, everyone left an enduring trace and every departure hurted us. Every despedida party told how much we loved our europan sisters and brothers.
The only thing could hurt us more than leaving a friend was leaving them all, even if you have been ther only five months...

This has been just the beginning.
Now, let's move again!