My London Experience: The Departure

During Summer 2008, I had nothing planned with my friends or my family, so my parents asked me if I’d be interested in going abroad, in internship. One week and a phone interview later, I decided to go. As a matter of fact, it would be a nice opportunity to pay a visit to my sister, and of course to get some experience in another language.

The whole stay was being organized by a kind of organization for students who took in charge the search for a half-board host family, and for a company. I just had to go by plane and find my way.

So I boarded at La Rochelle - Laleu Airport at the very end of June, and landed in Stansted, the North London airport. It was the second time I went on a plane, but actually the first that I could remember, and takeoff was pretty cool, I must say. I then had to go to my host family in Lewisham, London, which I did, even if I sort of lost myself at one time. Unfortunately, they weren’t aware that I was allergic to dogs and the next day, I had to move to another host family, this time in Sydenham (Later, at the end of July, I had to move one more time, to Beckenham, because there wasn’t enough room for new students. In fact it didn’t bother me, it gave me a chance to live in a new neighborhood).