“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
– William Shakespeare
I celebrated my 21st birthday a few months ago, I just graduated and I have been living and working in Spain for almost a year now. Since this is my first blog on this website, I thought it best to introduce myself and explain how that happened.
The first time I went to Spain was in 1997 when I was exactly 8 months old. My grandparents moved to Spain just before I was born, and lived there for 4 years, but they moved back to The Netherlands after my little brother and cousins were born. I was their first grandchild, and when more followed, they decided that they wanted to be close to their family and Granada was not exactly right next door. I do not remember anything of my first time in Spain (obviously) and in the 18 years that followed, I never went back there. During summer breaks, my parents usually took us to France and we always traveled by car. France has good food, warm weather, and beautiful landscapes, so there was simply never a reason to drive even further south.
In 2016 I was studying Tourism at NHTV University in Breda (now known as Breda University). In June of that year, we went on a 6-day study trip to Granada and Seville. Our assignment was to prepare a 20-minute presentation on an important landmark in one of those two cities. First, we spent 3 days in the city of Granada. I absolutely loved this city. The narrow streets, the hills, the old white buildings, and the rich history are things that I find really appealing and interesting. Before this trip, I always said that I could never live in a city. I am from a small town, and cities always seemed too busy and modern. However, my trip to Granada and Seville really changed my mind.
After these three days, we drove to Seville. It was a 3-hour bus ride, and on this ride, I only saw maybe three small towns in the middle of endless olive tree fields and mountains. It was a breathtaking scenery until we arrived in Seville. The first thing I saw upon driving into the city was a huge amusement park and a very modern-looking bridge. I remember thinking: ‘this city is way too big and modern for me, I’m probably going to hate it’. Little did I know, that my whole life was about to change.
Upon arriving at our hostel, I had only seen the modern outskirts of the city. After settling into our rooms, we were given some free time to explore the center of the city. Walking towards the center, I was still thinking the same thing. ‘This looks more or less like Granada, but slightly bigger. Not a fan.’ And then I walked out of the big shopping street onto Plaza Nueva, and the sight took my breath away. When I came back to my room that evening, I remember calling my mom and telling her: “I love this city! Yes, I know I said I could never see myself living in a city, but you know what? This one might actually change my mind.” And it absolutely did.
I traveled to Seville again later that summer, this time with a friend, and we stayed there for 5 whole days. On the final day of our trip there, I met a handsome Spaniard who, later that year, would become my boyfriend. (It’s a long story, which I will tell you later in another blog post.) After doing the long distance thing for a little over a year, I moved to Seville to start an internship at a bike tour company. Because I was still a student, and my boyfriend did not have a job yet and was still living with his parents, I moved in with my Spanish in-laws. Five months after moving there, I finished my internship – and my degree – and decided to stay in Seville, working full-time at the same company.
That’s the story of how I ended up in Seville in a nutshell. My life has completely flipped upside down since I moved here, and I’m still adjusting to the cultural differences, but I do not regret anything. Did you move to another country and have any difficulties adjusting? I would love to hear about your experiences.