The arrival here, it was the start of one of my dreams: to know another country and another culture. The first thing I thought was: I’m here!!!

Well, when I started knowing other people in Holland I thought, “The people always help me but they have a bubble ”.

I can see the Heavens very near! Everything is very pretty and I feel it’s my place. I only need to learn your language. Now, the only way to communicate, is to speak my little English, and also with my hands and feet.

This time in Holland, now one month or more, I have the feeling that I have to strain every day and it's not easy sometimes. I feel like I can’t do it but thank God, His help, and my boyfriend, one day will I speak Dutch!

By the way, I went to David’s uncle, aunt, and family to cook for them. I cooked ‘poulet a l’orange’. So they told me, “you’re accepted in Holland!”. They liked my food!
Another day, I stamped myself against the floor when I fell from my bike. My knee can prove it! I paid with blood.

Next week, I will look for possibilities to make good use of my free time doing some voluntary work. Let God lead the way. After all, "I will do this! "

Written by: Stella Rivas