United States

I was about to start describing my trip step by step. Then I realized that I don’t want to share every step of the way. I found beautiful people, amazing landscapes, stories that I could have never imagined. I got opportunities that I never dreamed I would have.

Of course, I’ll share some stories of my trip on the way but first, I gotta tell you about the United States of America. A country that conquered my heart. Not long ago, I said to someone, that my mind was there, my heart was there, but I had to be where I am right now. That is how important it is to me.

My family went to the United States when my mum was a little girl, they lived there for a while, and at some point, my granny wanted to come back. It was a hard decision for my grandfather. He said of himself that he felt American. It was a deep feeling, more profound than the roots he had in Spain, deeper than the love for the country that saw him be born. He felt American, his heart was there, his mind was there. It happened to my mother after him. She came back still young, and she never forgot her homeland, never forgot the country or the language. She can tell exactly what she did when she was there, the name of the streets, the food, and its taste.

Now is my turn, my turn to claim that I’m American in my heart. When I first landed, I felt like crying. Was just excitement. I was all the time looking surprised at things “It looks like a movie” I used to say. I felt home. My family there supported me more than I could ever imagine, they gave it all without measure. Took me places I would have never been for myself. Even thou that was amazing it amazed me more when strangers showed that love to me. People gave it all without even knowing my name. Not everything was perfect, it never is. At Seattle, I found myself alone after the train had a considerable delay because of this I arrived right before the sunset, with no internet and no way to get where I had to get, no place to go. Nobody helped me there at that very right moment. The miracle happened later and all the bad moments I had were erased by kindness.

I am American, cause my grandad was American, my mum was American, and my heart screams out I’M AMERICAN. I might not have been born there, but I can’t wait for the moment I finally go back to my homeland again.

Now we can start, I can tell you what I lived, who I met, where I went, cause now you know how much love I feel for this overwhelming welcoming country, the United States of America.