Sort of reminiscing about my years here...
I´ve had a pretty good life, with its ups and downs, highs and lows, but nonetheless a good life... I´ve loved and I´ve been loved in return. I´ve had my heart broken, and I´ve broken a few hearts myself... I´ve learnt a lot of lessons and I´m still learning. I have no regrets whatsoever, but there are a few things which I´ll definitely like to do better if given the chance to rewrite my history... but we all know that´s not happening.
I met and married a good man who though didn´t make my heart beat skip, has been a solid rock for me. I wasn't ready to break any more hearts or to have what was left of mine broken again...so, I married him and left everything that had been my life and moved to Spain. A fresh start, a clean start. I was well aware it wasn´t going to be easy, but I was excited about the prospects. 
Few months after I got here, I met María, an energetic and hardworking young lady who somehow managed to give me a small glimpse of what my future in Spain might be like. She had no idea. That encounter set the pace for others; I met her sister, Paz... a woman who has shown me nothing but love and acceptance,  a woman who gave me back my confidence as an English teacher... Paz believed in me the way nobody would have dared to during those early years... she also inspired me to REALLY learn Spanish as a second language. 
After a number of frustrations and quite some rejections, I perservered and somehow, with hard work, self development, self study, research (all things are possible these days with the internet) and hardwork, I started teaching. I found I actually enjoyed it... , not to mention that it was a ready escape from the loneliness that was threathening to drive me totally insane as well as a certain kind of financial emancipation. Nothing huge or anything, but those few 10Euros a week meant that I don´t have to ask my husband or give explanations for every penny I want to spend.
So, I became a teacher, again. At that time, I strongly felt that it was something I was doing by the side, until, something better comes up...
From Paz to Ana, who lasted only a few months with me... she said her working hours were changed... to Graciela for almost a whole school year... and a few others.
Then, María called and said she had given my number to Mina. a potential student. She called. It was a call that will take my story to another turn. I met her and we ended up agreeing to doing a swap instead, that way, I help her with her English and she could help me with my Spanish. It went farther than that. We became friends... and spoke English most of the time. I loved her the moment I saw her... (I still do love her very much, but these days, when I remember Mina, there´s an ache in my heart...) anyway, she reminded me of myself some years previously, with her smile and sweetness, only difference being that she was white and younger... Over the following months, I became close friends with Mina and felt like I was young again... (I was young, only that I had forgotten), we did all the girly stuffs, laughed together, shared our dreams and aspirations... We discovered each other´s strenght and I didn´t think twice about showing her my weaknesses. I felt accepted, loved and admired and I, in turn loved her like a sister.
Other students came and went, and then suddenly a year had passed