Story by Edgar Benet

When I was 15 I travelled alone to England. I had been before to other foreign countries although I had always been with my parents.

In fact I was only on my own in the plane as a couple was waiting for me at the arrivals hall.

There were such nice people who have been good friends for ages. However, those days we had the chance to become closer, the more we talked the better we got on. We went sightseeing along the Manchester’s out skills, we went camping and we walked a lot around the quiet surroundings of the village they live in. Meanwhile the most fascinating experience was to have an English lifestyle.

I enjoyed a lot those days and either they did. And despite coming there back again, that first trip was the most exhilarating so far.