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segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2021

Traveller's Tales Writing


 

I woke up to the sound of the howling wind and the tree branches violently swooshing against each other as the smell of the stream’s salty water ran through my senses. It was a winter’s day in Wales so it was extremely cold and the air was humid.

I realized I was laying on the ground when I felt a couple of branches and pebbles underneath me.

I decided to get up and see what had happened and why  was I  far from the campsite my friends and I were staying at in Trefin.

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise, it seemed like a crying baby or a weeping animal…When I got closer I realized it was a baby fox with white fluffy fur but it had a large indent on the back of its leg and it appeared to be a serious wound.

That’s when I remembered I could walk back to the campsite and tell everyone about the potential predator, and if possible, try and help the poor fox.

Although I was scared, because I was by myself, I kept going. When I got near the campsite, I heard the howling of a wolf from afar and that was when I knew who was coming towards me…



                                                               By Sara Reis 11th B

 

Traveller's Tales Writing


 

I remember undoubtedly that it happened on an unlikely day of my life. I was at school as usual in the daily routine of a student and my classes were deeply boring and tiring due to the fact that I have never enjoyed the Art classes and Portuguese as well. Nevertheless, my Art’s teacher proposed to our class to do a task related to the refugees and then she said to deliver it in the library. I wasn't expecting that this random task could change my school’s journey and even my life. Eventually, after school when I got home, my mother was profoundly surprised and I could see her happiness and pride on her face. I got curious as well, owing to the fact that her reaction wasn't common.

That’s when she told me that I had achieved an opportunity to join the project “Erasmus +” and in one month, I would be in Brussels, the capital of Belgium and stay in a host family with foreign people. I got remarkably speechless due to the fact that I hadn't ever dreamed of having the opportunity to travel abroad, and I knew that it would be an unforgettable and incomparable experience.

 Some time afterwards, exactly one month in November, I was smoothly ecstatic and apprehensive. At first, I woke up early and then I drove to the airport because our group was going to meet there and establish a plan for travelling.

Few hours later, when we arrived in Brussels and got off the plane I thought “Where am I? How is that possible?”

Suddenly, we realised we were far away from our host city which is over 300km from Brussels and we had to get the train quickly. As we were late, we couldn’t miss the train owing to the fact that our host family were already waiting for our arrival and they couldn't get distraught. Eventually, we got to the train station. It was deeply deserted and spotless and then I realized that Belgium cares about environmental sustainability and that was one of the characteristics I got interested in this country.

Several things and activities happened all week and I am so grateful and amazed owing to the fact that my school provided me this opportunity and I met many people from Spain, Belgium and Greece who helped me to understand that even far away we could help other countries and organisations in general with our confidence, effort and discipline. It seems to be a normal journey but there is one thing that I can complain about, which makes me think and reflect about how diversified tiny and non-popular countries could be. In Belgium, we profoundly felt a contrast between how people treat others and how much effort and confidence they put in everything they do or what they are keen on. For instance, when I met my host family, the “host-mother” taught me several traditional activities and challenged me to wake up at 4am and drink 1 bottle of soda and I accepted, it ended up with a strong head pain and getting sick  and I realised I would never repeat that in my life. I thought “It is awkward and unhealthy”

Unfortunately, the trip in Belgium was over and I got back to Portugal. I kept in contact with many people I knew there and currently I still contact some of them. By the time, and after a deep reflection, I am able to describe that this trip has a double interpretation. It was weird the way that I got the opportunity. On the other hand, with this experience I learned a lot about cultural diversity and accepting uncommon traditional facts which are usual in other countries. I am speechless, nothing more!

                                                                                    By Ruben Duarte   11th B