American, British, Spanish
That is the topic that has been on my mind for the past twenty four hours. I have found myself tossing, and turning through out the night. I have not been able to sleep over this matter.
Let us see, where do I begin?...
I, myself, am an American, but have moved to Spain recently to spice up my life. At twenty three years of age, I made my dream come true: to live in Spain with my fellow Spainiards. I have found it drowning to be in a new country. One thing, it is a new culture that is very similar to my own famlies´. Spainiards are very family oriented, they love to play Soccer, and go out to the park on Sunday nights. Just like my own family, but for some odd reason... I tend to sense myself drifiting toward my English speakers.
I made a new a friend in Spain
His name is, Peter Higgins, a British lad. He himself is living his life´s dream of living with the Spainiards, here in Spain; something we both share. He has made me realize how much I enjoy speaking English, how much I miss my fellow Americans, and how much I enjoy correcting people with their English speaking abilities.
I come from a complex family background.
My Dad is Mexican, and my Mother Salvadoreña. They took me to the United States when I was three years old. All I have known is the American way of living. The American in me says Dream, and conquer those dreams. To this point in my life, I have been able to solute these elements in my life. Yet, I have the question, what do I want to be? Do I want to contiue to be an American?
Other than my dreams,
I have been brought to Spain by other equities. I get to choose what I want in life. Do I want to be an Amerian for the rest of my life OR do I want to be a risk taker, and maybe marry off into the British, or the Spanish?
