So I went to live to Palm Beach, Florida, for three months. Actually the plan was to stay for six months, but causally there was a mix-up when I entered the country, therefore I only got granted three months. Thanks to not being able to stay longer, I was able to finish up the paperwork in time to go back to class at the same school with the same class-mates and to not lose one year of study. To me, going back so early was awful at the time. But oh well, it’s better to seize those months and be thankful for them, that to whine and complain because I got less time than what I had planned. Right? Once again, when I understood what I came earlier for, I said to myself: “Thanks, God” -for having made me come home earlier, or I would have lost one school year-. Those three months were like a beautiful dream I didn’t want to wake up from. When I was told we were leaving Spain, I never imagined I would be living such an amazing experience in the U.S., two months later. -Which wouldn’t have happened had we stayed in Spain-. We went back at the right time. We never know what’s coming tomorrow or next month, and that’s awesome. Makes living way more thrilling hey. To be in The United States was like being in a Hollywood movie. Life and High School were exactly like in the movies. I went to High School to improve english. It was such a spectacular trip that wasn’t in my plans, but everything turned out perfectly. As they say, the best experiences are unexpected, non-planned at all. I was very happy there and had a great time. I grew and learnt a lot. ************ At the time I was taking the pill, a very strong one. I had to take it for six months due to my anemia. Iregular period worsens the whole anemia situation, and this would set it straight. Yes it helped on that, but it destroyed me. I hated every minute of it. It dried my hair up so badly that it didn’t grow for two whole years. My breasts grew quite a lot and I gained ten kilos in few months. And I was a teenager, all I did back then was to eat lettuce and exercise a lot. I never again took the pill, I know it helps some women, but definitely not for me. Honestly, that was the ugliest I’ve ever been. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself, so horrible. Funny thing though, during those three months, I had more guys throwing themselves at me than I have had in my entire life. I am not exaggerating when I say that I had at least ten guys from different countries trying to get me -I was shocked, so I counted them- and it was kinda at the same time during my months there. I remember I didn’t understand why, and kept thinking: “What are they seeing in me?” Those guys helped me rise my self-steem up. Somehow, as ugly as I saw myself then…for the first time in my life, I have felt sexy, desired. To add a little something to that amazing movie-like trip, I fell in love. -Well, not exactly, but it was what a 15 years-old girl can think of as love, I just had a crush really- A love story had to happen to make a trip completed, hadn’t it? The cherry on top of the cake -as we say in Argentina-. But as always -or as most of the time- love arrives late, it arrived at the end of my stay. I stayed there for twelve weeks, but I only met him for my last three weeks… It was very random: I met a friend of said uncle, and each day I met more members of her big family. I ended up meeting everyone but Stanley, whom everyone kept talking about. I met his parents, his step-mum, siblings and step-brothers, uncles and grand-parents. Everyone but him. I kept hearing his name so much that I started to be curious about him. One day we were all together, -my second family and his family- watching a soccer game in preparation for the World Cup South Africa 2010. Suddenly a set of blue eyes pierced mine. Those eyes were standing behind me. I had no idea who they belonged to, I had never seen him before...