Italki me pregunta porque he decido de mejorar mi inglés y mi español. Creo que no hay una única respuesta. Creo que me gusta aprender las idiomas porque en esta manera tu puedes "abrir" tu cabeza. Además, creo que aprender idiomas te permite de ser diferentes personas. No sé cómo explicarlo, pero cuando intento de hablar en inglés o en español no reconzo mi voz así que me parece que está hablando otra persona pero me gusta al mismo tiempo esta cosa, porque me parece que soy una actriz que está "recitando" su parte (y por alguien como yo, es decir, muy introvertida, es una magnífica cosa). He elegido el inglés y el español porque creo que el inglés tiene el sonido más bonito del mundo y el español porque me parece como el italiano, pero no por su facilidad (porque desafortunadamente el español no es fácil como muchas personas piensan), pero por su sonido: parece que las personas están cantando cuando hablan en español. Después de algunos años que estoy estudiando estos idiomas, he decidido de studiar para obtener una certificación lingüística. Espero que todo vaya bien! ¿Y tú? ¿Por qué te gustan las idiomas?

My achievements at 28 years A list of random things happened / realized during my last year in this world and in this mind: - thank God I lived with my family during the lockdown or probably I would never have survived in my dream English flat (with tea bags); - if I think a guy is funny as me, there is probably something wrong (how modest!); - I can "climb" a "mountain" without losing my teeth (maybe not forever?); - I can achieve a good level of English, but the words "thought" and "her" will be always the hardest words the pronounce; - I still don't know how people can pronounce correctly the letter "r"; - or they can eat healthy without forcing themselves; - okay, I eat broccoli and this "stuff" but come on guys, they are disgusting; - having "happy new year" with couples in a mountain house is not so bad (even though you have a statue of a Madonna in your room looking at you. "Is it a sign? Thank God"); - you can be hired (with a permanent contract) during a lockdown while you are wearing you home clothes; - carbs never lie and they will never leave you (literally); - Frank Sinistra once said "you're riding high in April, shot down in May, but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm back on top, back on top in June", good for you Frank, but I am not you and I think I will wait next year for backing on top (if I am in a good mood); - I can book a room with my own money; - I still drive as at my first lesson (scared, without knowing what I am doing and hoping that people can get out of the car without parking); - if something doesn't suit you, you can't force it, at least it's not a dress, in that case, as I did, i just add a piece of cloth, clever, isn't?! - you can go to cinema alone without paranoia; - I applied the eyeliner for the first time at the age of 28; - I had my first Spanish call with my Spanish friend; - I do like when people say that they think I am younger; - It was nice seeing some people that made my days when I was in the UK; - I found out I like theater in another languages even though I spend most of the time thinking "oh my God her/his is pronunciation is so good, why I am so bad?!" (they were English/Spanish mother tongue); - If you are not nice as me we have a problem; - Kobo and I spend good time while people socializing close us at the lake; - Now that I am into Spanish, I like close a lot of things with "adios", so adios.

How to handle stressful people: a new mantra A few days ago I started to scratch my bell at work. All the time. And then I realized: my skin was like a sky, but instead of stars I had little red spots on it. So I was a pretty terrible (moles and red spots on the skin? So beautiful!) and for once I was very happy not to have someone who was waiting for me at home to show my red (and fluffy) body (but if someone wants to show up at my house with a big McDonald's, you are welcome). The next day, I went to the doctor and she asked me what I ate the days before (I was scared of be asked how much chocolate I had ate. You can't lie to your doctor, can you?). “Actually, I didn’t eat anything unusual. I am pretty bored about food”. And she started to make a list of things that usually can cause an allergy (food, plants, perfumes etc..), but (un)fortunately I didn’t eat or use any of those kinds of things. I was about to ask her “it might be an allergy to people? Just to be sure”, but I didn’t think she could get my (maybe not so funny and appropriate) joke and I didn’t want to see on my medical record “TSO?”. I am sure there is a university in the USA that did some research about this strange natural law where “the oldest you are, the more impatient you become”. People are so… stressful! And they don’t realize how much they can affect your mental health. The fact is: we can't make people put us down. I was so tired of being the bin of other people's trash feelings, I changed my way to handle this problem. Just because it’s not your good day, it doesn’t mean mine has to be like yours. Just because you want to be mean, doesn’t mean I have to be your scapegoat; just because you want to feel powerful or cool with girls/coworkers/people just met, it doesn’t mean I have to be the victim of your ego/frustration/bad past stories. Every time I have to face up with something that annoying me, I keep repeating myself a "mantra" that I found on internet: if something is hurting you, ask yourself: will this thing hurt you in a few months? Or years? Most of the time the answer is very simple: no, of course not. And I let that thing go. No struggle (just a few tears - like two or three -). Feelings are like chocolate biscuits in my hand: disappear after a few seconds, so do not worry. Things can be worse, just don't speed things up. Anyway, the most important thing is: I am not allergy to pizza or chocolate. Thank God (not Karma, because we still have something to settle).

Mi verano El curso de español está empezando y ahora me recuerdo che despues la ultima lección, que teníamos en Mayo, prometí que habría estudiado regularmente. No lo he hecho porque soy muy cansada despues el trabajo y también soy muy perezosa de carácter, entonces cuando llego a casa me gusta mirar una película y cocinar pare el día siguiente, no tengo la energía para estudiar. Volviendo al tema principal (mi “oxidado” español), me gustaría practicarlo hoy hablando de mi verano (ahora que el otoño ha llegado, pensar sobre el verano me alegra, cuando mi comida principal era un helado. Buenos tiempos!). Que hice durante los últimos meses? Principalmente trabajé porque la nuestra oficina cierra solo para una semana (la semana del el quince de Agosto). Antes de este oficiales vacaciones, visité diversas ciudades. He ido para un fin semana a la playa y, hace diversos años, me bañé. He ido en Madrid con mis amigas: fue mi primera vez en esta ciudad, pero no fue la mi primera vez en España, porqué visité dos veces Barcelona. Creo que se tu vas en una cualquiera ciudad española, aun cuando esta lloviendo, tu puedas sentir la atmosfera española! Y también, aprendí que la paella es un plato típico valenciano y no también madrileño (lo siento para mi ignorancia). Despues la caliente y maravillosa Madrid, fui en Edimburgo con mi primera. Quería ir a Edimburgo desde hace mucho tiempo. Cuando vivía en el Reino Unido no había podido ir a Edimburgo porque no tenía bastante días entonces pasaba los días a mirar los imagines de la Escocia en internet. No me decepcionó. Edimburgo es mágica! Respira aire de historia. Los ladrillos de las casas! El castillo! Muchos prados verdes y lago Ness. Mágica! Despues, fui en Croacia con mi familia para una semana. No fue una vacaciones muy relajante (intenta ir una vacación con doce personas!), pero al meno no pensé al trabajo. Creo que mi profesa no estará contenta de mi “progreso”, por fortuna las lecciones están empezando y podré recuperar el tiempo perdido.

The horoscope of my (first) 27 years Health.Let's beginning with the surprising part: my (failed) relationship with gym and healthy food.In August I had this big idea to join a gym, I don’t know why. One of my ex boyfriend was very athletic and once we tried to go out together for a run, when we got home I kept saying “ please, never again”. But this time, I wanted to be a different person, (because everything was out of my control, so I thought that I needed to change something in my life and I chose the “easiest” one); also, I know myself: with a membership card I was forced to go there. At the beginning I went there three times per week, but then I started to get bored. Everyone was so happy and I was the one who yawned during pilates all the time. I tried to be healthy eating vegetables: “ vegetables are not a punishment, they are treats for your body (sure, if you live in the hell)”. But I didn’t lose a single kilo (maybe because I eat chocolate at the desk..). I got sick after years and it was not so bad staying in bed all day. And I got my hair cut. It was strange because I used to have long hair, but sometimes we like staying in our comfortzone and we don’t remember that if you always do something, it doesn’t mean it’s (still) good for you. Career: at the beginning my internship was a disaster. Sometimes I got home crying and sad. I dreamed to be stuck in the elevator (with fresh air and food) because I didn’t want to face up with things that I had never done in my life. But I did it.I keep doing. I am learning. I am sure it’s not my dream job and at the question“ what do you want to do, Sara, in your life?” I keep crying inside and pretending everything is fine, but it's ok. In the last period I started to laugh with the colleague who hated me even though I was breathing in silence. But everytime I seat at the desk, I keep dreaming about UK. I enjoyed a Spanish class but when I went to Madrid my best sentence was “yes, dos dias ago”. Money: that’s the aspect of my life that I am so proud of. I earned my fist money and I spent some of it in books and travels. I went to the beach after years and I took a bath in the sea. I went to USA for visiting a special friend, I went to Madrid and to UK for visiting another special friends. And I went to Edinburgh: the magic. Love: no good news received. So, yes, this year was one of the saddest and the most terrible year of my life, but I am positive because the next one can’t be worse, because, as we said, “ if it hurts, you are learning".

Missing my English family I left the UK more than one year ago, after almost one here living with an English family. Am I still thinking about them? Yes, I am. I can describe myself as a nostalgic and romantic person with the inclination to be a bit dramatic. When I first set foot in that Country I thought I was going to die soon. I had never done something alone, I didn’t (I still don’t) like the crowd and here we are, at the airport waiting a man who is coming to bring me who knows where. Me: the most insecure person I have never known in my life. But I did it. I survived. I remember the first thing I said to my children “I am so sorry for my English” and I could just smile, because I couldn’t understand what it was going on in that car (above all, why are you driving like a crazy? Keep the right, please!). H. was singing. N. was smiling at me a bit embarrassed.And G. was just herself. I remember H. coming to my room as soon as they parents left the house for staying “only 15 minutes, please” with me because he didn’t want to go to bed so early so “can we go downstairs and check how much the water takes to turn into a block of ice?”. N. who couldn’t look forward to doing homework as her brother and she felt in love with this boy called Richard, the girl wo asked soup for her birthday. G. who basically started to speak English with me who kept me lived one of my boring day in my life (feeding a horse toy) and gave me the book titled “Brexit”.She made me laugh so hard when she asked her mom to buy her new teeth at the market because she had toothache. The tentative of escapes; the house with the cushions; the bedtime stories (or, as I called, “my English free pronunciation lessons”). The prayers for convincing G. to go to school. And for convincing all of them for brushing their teeth every. single.day. When I came back in July they all grew up. G. could speak properly (unfortunately I still don’t), I didn’t see N. with Richard, because I know she is going to be an independent and beautiful girl and I saw H. funnier and less scrappy. So many things happened in that short period: not every day was a good day with the children and sometimes I got nervous or sad. I lived with them and with the people I met lot of things that made me think I was part of something that had to be like that (except when I ate too many muffins that I thought I was going to die). I keep thinking about that period with a deep nostalgic feeling, but as they say “you had to be that person to become this one".

Missing my English family I left the UK more than one year ago, after almost one here living with an English family. Am I still thinking about them? Yes, I am. I can describe myself as a nostalgic and romantic person with the inclination to be a bit dramatic. When I first set foot in that Country I thought I was going to die soon. I had never done something alone, I didn’t (I still don’t) like the crowd and here we are, at the airport waiting a man who is coming to bring me who knows where. Me: the most insecure person I have never known in my life. But I did it. I survived. I remember the first thing I said to my children “I am so sorry for my English” and I could just smile, because I couldn’t understand what it was going on in that car (above all, why are you driving like a crazy? Keep the right, please!). H. was singing. N. was smiling at me a bit embarrassed.And G. was just herself. I remember H. coming to my room as soon as they parents left the house for staying “only 15 minutes, please” with me because he didn’t want to go to bed so early so “can we go downstairs and check how much the water takes to turn into a block of ice?”. N. who couldn’t look forward to doing homework as her brother and she felt in love with this boy called Richard, the girl wo asked soup for her birthday. G. who basically started to speak English with me who kept me lived one of my boring day in my life (feeding a horse toy) and gave me the book titled “Brexit”.She made me laugh so hard when she asked her mom to buy her new teeth at the market because she had toothache. The tentative of escapes; the house with the cushions; the bedtime stories (or, as I called, “my English free pronunciation lessons”). The prayers for convincing G. to go to school. And for convincing all of them for brushing their teeth every. single.day. When I came back in July they all grew up. G. could speak properly (unfortunately I still don’t), I didn’t see N. with Richard, because I know she is going to be an independent and beautiful girl and I saw H. funnier and less scrappy. So many things happened in that short period: not every day was a good day with the children and sometimes I got nervous or sad. I lived with them and with the people I met lot of things that made me think I was part of something that had to be like that (except when I ate too many muffins that I thought I was going to die). I keep thinking about that period with a deep nostalgic feeling, but as they say “you had to be that person to become this one".

Nostalgic: this strange feeling I left the UK more than one year ago, after almost one here living with an English family. Am I still thinking about them? Yes, I am. I can describe myself as a nostalgic and romantic person with the inclination to be a bit dramatic. When I first set foot in that Country I thought I was going to die soon. I had never done something alone, I didn’t (I still don’t) like the crowd and here we are, at the airport waiting a man who is coming to bring me who knows where. Me: the most insecure person I have never known in my life. But I did it. I survived. I remember the first thing I said to my children “I am so sorry for my English” and I could just smile, because I couldn’t understand what it was going on in that car (above all, why are you driving like a crazy? Keep the right, please!). H. was singing. N. was smiling at me a bit embarrassed.And G. was just herself. I remember H. coming to my room as soon as they parents left the house for staying “only 15 minutes, please” with me because he didn’t want to go to bed so early so “can we go downstairs and check how much the water takes to turn into a block of ice?”. N. who couldn’t look forward to doing homework as her brother and she felt in love with this boy called Richard, the girl wo asked soup for her birthday. G. who basically started to speak English with me who kept me lived one of my boring day in my life (feeding a horse toy) and gave me the book titled “Brexit”.She made me laugh so hard when she asked her mom to buy her new teeth at the market because she had toothache. The tentative of escapes; the house with the cushions; the bedtime stories (or, as I called, “my English free pronunciation lessons”). The prayers for convincing G. to go to school. And for convincing all of them for brushing their teeth every. single.day. When I came back in July they all grew up. G. could speak properly (unfortunately I still don’t), I didn’t see N. with Richard, because I know she is going to be an independent and beautiful girl and I saw H. funnier and less scrappy. So many things happened in that short period: not every day was a good day with the children and sometimes I got nervous or sad. I lived with them and with the people I met lot of things that made me think I was part of something that had to be like that (except when I ate too many muffins that I thought I was going to die). I keep thinking about that period with a deep nostalgic feeling, but as they say “you had to be that person to become this one".

The horoscope of my first 27 years Let's beginning with the surprising part: my (failed) relationship with gym and healthy food. In August I had this big idea to join a gym, I don’t know why. One of my ex boyfriend was very athletic and once we tried to go out together for a run, when we got home I kept saying “ please, never again”. But this time, I wanted to be a different person, (because everything was out of my control, so I thought that I needed to change something in my life and I chose the “easiest” one); also, I know myself: with a membership card I was forced to go there. At the beginning I went there three times per week, but then I started to get bored. Everyone was so happy and I was the one who yawned during pilates all the time. I tried to be healthy eating vegetables: “ vegetables are not a punishment, they are treats for your body (sure, if you live in the hell)”. But I didn’t lose a single kilo (maybe because I eat chocolate at the desk..). I got sick after years and it was not so bad staying in bed all day. And I got my hair cut. It was strange because I used to have long hair, but sometimes we like staying in our comfortzone and we don’t remember that if you always do something, it doesn’t mean it’s (still) good for you. Career: at the beginning my internship was a disaster. Sometimes I got home crying and sad. I dreamed to be stuck in the elevator (with fresh air and food) because I didn’t want to face up with things that I had never done in my life. But I did it.I keep doing. I am learning. I am sure it’s not my dream job and at the question“ what do you want to do, Sara, in your life?” I keep crying inside and pretending everything is fine, but it's ok. In the last period I started to laugh with the colleague who hated me even though I was breathing in silence. But everytime I seat at the desk, I keep dreaming about UK. I enjoyed a Spanish class but when I went to Madrid my best sentence was “yes, dos dias ago”. Money: that’s the aspect of my life that I am so proud of. I earned my fist money and I spent some of it in books and travels. I went to the beach after years and I took a bath in the sea. I went to USA for visiting a special friend, I went to Madrid and to UK for visiting another special friends. And I went to Edinburgh: the magic. Love: no good news received. So, yes, this year was one of the saddest and the most terrible year of my life, but I am positive because the next one can’t be worse, because, as we said, “ if it hurts, you are learning".