The goodbyes begin. “Last time in this restaurant. Last time that coffee.” In the movies, rain accompanies goodbyes, however this week we had a heat wave. The temperature is really good. The weather is a good companion in new experiences, a great accomplice that embraces the experience.
I have been going out for several
nights to walk around the campus as if I wanted to capture all the possible
images in my head. I ruled out going to any study room to absorb
its essence, nor any hall or corner of a new building to be impressed by. Just walking outdoor on campus. I
walked around my memories of six weeks.
At
no time did I feel like I was wandering like a homeless person in search of his
bench, but I walked in a different way than the first time I arrived. Crossing the Bruin Walk, I felt the rush
building up in my feet to not be late. There was no one playing the piano at
the door of Bruin Plate nor were there Asians dancing under parking lot number
seven. I have realized during the walk that I have kept a memory of each
corner..
I
have given a meaning for each day here. Also for each color. The flagship blue
and yellow no longer belongs solely to the Swedish furniture chain. I kept the green for the grass in the
central area of Royce Hall and the stairs. In the housing area, it smells
pine. Red for the spiciness of the food and the orange tones of the bricks
of the buildings.
While
walking, the papers I was carrying in my hand fell several times. It's what
happens at goodbyes that things get messy again.
While
going through the less traveled places I have been able to see buildings from
the inside that during the day the reflection does not allow us to see. The night allows me to discover
new spaces that are illuminated, paying attention to
the steps I found it, the railings and benches. During the night you can also
see some people training. Cultivating their bodies or finishing a goal for the
week.
This place never ceases to surprise
me at any time of the day while my friends and family wake up in another part
of the world. Without a doubt this is an
inspiring and powerful place. I didn't enter to the
Botanical building but I had more than
one conversation with the figures at Sculpture Garden.
On
this type of trip abroad, I wonder if it is worth having put the tick on the
Bucket list. Totally yes, UCLA was the main one. Everything else has been a gift full of contrasts in the San Francisco
Bay, Las Vegas and of course Los Angeles.
The city where the lights of
Hollywood are tinged with the shadow of
Downtown’s sorroundings, but where one can always catch a breath at
Venice Beach and see the sunset in Santa Monica Pier.
Unquestionably, it is worth
traveling to visit the most iconic places in Golden State.
This
inmersive and self-development experience has not been
about making friends, but about realizing the different paths of life that coexist in the world, the different types of people that exist
while you live with them and realizing that all of them are valid. Within them and within the group we are
one more, nothing else.
Summer Sessions is about widen
horizons in addition to overcoming academic challenges.
It is an international coexistence in which the first foreigner are you. It
doesn't matter who discovered America, what matters is how America wakes up today.
I
have been able to hear my voice at many times at this GPS point. UCLA has been the best birhday present I
could have given myself ever. Maybe there is a part of me that never fully
says goodbye to this desk because at night not
only dreams talk but they are also written. Zzz…
The end.
Carmen De la Rubia :)
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