After having a go in Business Studies, where I arrived by mistake (a end-of-teenage error made me open the wrong door), I decided that I preferred languages and letter, rather than numbers. I change my studies, change my city and friends, I left my beloved island to move to mainland Spain to study Translation and Interpreting.

After four years living the uni life (academical and party aspects, as well as anything I could fit in between), I realised that finding a job in Spain was impossible, not in Mallorca, not anywhere else in Spain. I then felt that, if I had to stay in the island working in a restaurant or a supermarket, I may as well move to London and improve my English at the same time. And that is how it was. I bought a ticket, I told my mum and friends and I arrived here, with just my suitcase, my duvet and a pillow, as I didn’t know where I would end up. :)

As you can see, I am still alive, even though now I count the days left to be able to go back to my home country.