Those sunny days

The days went by slowly because everything was new. The second week of September was related to meet the team in our department and have some training. To arrive at the office I have to take the same bus I was catching two summers ago to went to my English school, with the difference that now I travel with Flavia and Ádám. A great outlook is starting to grow up.

Picture by Lenka

In the meantime, one of the two empty rooms in our flat is getting ready to receive its occupier. Chaïda is from Mayotte, a French island located in the Mozambique Channel, yes, a really long journey to Bournemouth. She is eighteen years old, full of energy, the modernity of her generation.

As a suggestion of one of the volunteer program coordinator and our own interest, we decided to cook and have dinner together every Sunday. Some chat and games. We settle for less.

The sun resisted abandoning us and we knew the meaning of that, so as soon as we can, we leaped on the sea. Yes, three days with swimsuits and games on the beach. It wasn't a paradise, the water was freezing and smiles guaranteed; is our volunteer memoirs' album.

The first Christmas lights were starting to take up some parks. Yes, September, Christmas... nothing else to add.

Another interesting point in our volunteering is the mentor program. Each one of us has a mentor, a person not necessarily connected with our organizations and available to talk about our new experience. Mine it´s Andreea, a Romanian girl that did the same volunteer program as me a few years ago and who knows perfectly which questions to ask. In our first meeting, we went to a coffee shop where I wrote some of the shortstories I´ve published these months.

About our city, we joined the Public Libraries very soon and have the opportunity to go to the gym at our organization. The great number of hairdressers and barbershops is not normal. The streets and gardens are full of security cameras.

We discovered the headland of Hengitsbury Head. It´s a Natural Reserved in Christchurch, one of the cities close to Bournemouth. It´s not incredible for me but a pleasant area with good weather.

Volunteer´s life is cool.

PD: it´s not perfect writing... it´s memories' writing. Sometimes I let perfection rest..