Growing up in a traditional family brought to my life both sweet and unpleasant tastes. During my childhood, I was surrounded by family dinners, pleasant relatives, cozy houses that smelled like fresh traditional food and BBQ. In my memories I only have that image of seeing my uncles, cousins, grandparents and friends greeting with enthusiasm and fervor. Christmas was incredibly delightful. The tree was filled with bright decorations and endless lights that never missed our home. I esteemed Christmas, especially because of the joy and cordiality of people, desserts and banquets that we used to have and the desire to know our next travel destination. I had a numerous, fun and easygoing family at that time. Their faces looked happy, without
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As a result my ballet pointe shoes were deteriorated, as well as my ballet lessons were disregarded, my passion was running slowly and so many things were ephemeral. Also my father died that same year and with him a lot of memories, family moments and those cozy meetings. In less than a year, I lost half of my life, thoughts, desires and hopes. But with time those wounds were to heal and I gained experience. I valued the advice of my father more and what he used to say: “If you’re going to be a shoemaker, just be the best and you can only achieved that with dedication and discipline.” His words were wise, and although he was gone, he left me magnificent values, advices, memories, feelings and sensitivity. We don’t appreciate life until we feel we are losing …show more content…
The city was a strange and uncertain place where I was completely alone but enchanted and comfortable. Every corner of the city meant freedom, challenges and curiosity. The architecture, people, parks and streets were like gifts full of surprises, those that are infinite and unforgettable. San Francisco stunned me every day, every second. I felt adrenalin knowing that a new and fervent epoch was beginning and it was going to have ups and downs as life always does, but I was not going to give up on something that I craved with all my aspirations. A door was opened to a long and durable path by studying in the Academy of Art University, but charming and defiant at the same
As a result my ballet pointe shoes were deteriorated, as well as my ballet lessons were disregarded, my passion was running slowly and so many things were ephemeral. Also my father died that same year and with him a lot of memories, family moments and those cozy meetings. In less than a year, I lost half of my life, thoughts, desires and hopes. But with time those wounds were to heal and I gained experience. I valued the advice of my father more and what he used to say: “If you’re going to be a shoemaker, just be the best and you can only achieved that with dedication and discipline.” His words were wise, and although he was gone, he left me magnificent values, advices, memories, feelings and sensitivity. We don’t appreciate life until we feel we are losing …show more content…
The city was a strange and uncertain place where I was completely alone but enchanted and comfortable. Every corner of the city meant freedom, challenges and curiosity. The architecture, people, parks and streets were like gifts full of surprises, those that are infinite and unforgettable. San Francisco stunned me every day, every second. I felt adrenalin knowing that a new and fervent epoch was beginning and it was going to have ups and downs as life always does, but I was not going to give up on something that I craved with all my aspirations. A door was opened to a long and durable path by studying in the Academy of Art University, but charming and defiant at the same