This picture is really important to me. It was July 2015 and I decided to go to London for a study vacation.
I decided to do it alone, I was so scared because it was the first time traveling alone. I was only 19, I didn’t fell good (mentally speaking) and it became a holiday where I tried to find myself again. Of course in didn’t work.
I remember my flight was 2 1/2 hour late, and I started to freak out because I had planned everything and that delay ruined my plans, especially the train ride because the one I had to catch was the last one, so I had to say byebye to my beloved train. I spent all my flight thinking about what to do, how to reach my host family. Of course my phone didn’t work because I was in a foreign country so i wasn’t unable to contact my host family to let them know that I was there and I was coming. In the end I finally made to Waterloo station, I’ve take a cab and at 11pm I made it to my host family (with a 50£ cab ride) and I started my adventure.
I’ll do different posts about all the adventure I had in London, the good and the bad stuff I’ve been through, and I’ll try to explain why having a study vacation is a life changing experience. XO Jess.
P.S. If i’ve made grammar errors, and I know I have, please DM me so i can correct them and improve my english.














