When I came to Spain it was very different. I bit my lip. I’m nervous about what my life will be like here.
I was greeted at the airport by an acquaintance here and who helped me to get a job here in Spain.
"Hola!" she greeted me happily. Hola means hello in english.
"Kia!" I nervously call her.
She shrugged. "You can do it!" she was motivating me.
While we were going to the resort she told me a story about this country. I listen really well. Even before I traveled and applied, I studied the Spanish language and their cultures so it's easy for me.
"Buenos Dias!" my boss greeted me when I arrived.
"Esta es Alba, la gerente que postuló hace un mes, señora. Alba, esta es la señora Emilia Echeverría," Kia introduced me. (This is Alba, the manager who applied a month ago, senora. Alba, this is senora Emilia Echeverria.)
I gladly held out my hand to the woman.  "Encantado de conocerla, señorita. Prometo trabajar duro, no te defraudaré," I said. (It's nice meeting you, senorita. I promise to work hard, I won't disappoint you.)
She smiled at me. "Puedes empezar hoy si quieres. Kia, ayúdala a su respectiva habitación." She looked at Kia and nodded. (You can start today if you want to. Kia, assist her to her respective room.)
When ma'am Emilia left, I could still breathe easily. My lip almost bled because of the nervousness.
"Madam Emilia is nice so don't be afraid. I'll also show you what your office will be. You're lucky because you got in here right away but anyway, you also have a lot of experience in this industry so I wasn't surprised when you were accepted here," Kia said.
I nodded and look around. This is so beautiful, this place. I don't know if it's really work or vacation because it seems like every time I wake up every morning I'll see the sea.
By the way, Kia works here. She is in a higher position than me. Of course, she has been here for several years.
As we walked to the room where I was going to stay she's talking some things. She'z really too noisy at times.
"About your father. Are you sure you really want to look for him?" she asked curiously.
I nodded. "Yes. If he ever has a family here, I don't care about that. I just want to ask him something. That's all ..." I replied.
She held my hand to comfort me. She smiled at me. "From the very beginning, you're really kind. I remember when we were high school one time, someone liked you, the handsome man. What's his name, by the way? I already forgot." She even looked up to imagine who it was.
"Bruce," I replied shortly.
"Yeah! That's it! Then the ungrateful Mary who is so in love with Bruce. She fought and pulled you--"
"Then you pull back," I continued.
That's so harsh. We went on a guidance office after that.
She laughed as she remembered what she had done when we were in high school. "She's crazy! She's ugly and then she expects Bruce to like her? She's ugly, ugly!"
I sighed. "Hays, you really are."
"But kidding aside, you've been kind before. Mary used to fight you a few times but you keep forgiving and you still treat her mind" she said.
I smiled as I remembered that. "You know why? That despite that she treat me like that, I was still kind to her. One time, I followed her home and I saw her father beating her. And that's when I realized, she was just at school becoming free. Maybe, she's just like that. At that time, mama and papa didn't understand each other anymore, so that's why," I explained.
"Hayst, come on!"
I decided to work tomorrow. I really want to work now but Kia forced me to just work tomorrow. Today, we will take a tour and she will show me my work place.
“It’s nice here,” I said as we walked along the beach. There are already many tourists here because summer is near.
"Of course. I don't seem to be working here, I guess." She laughed.
"Take a picture of me," I ordered.
Her eyebrows rose. "Wow! Hey mare, it's not a vacation!" I stared at her. "I'm just kidding, here it is! Come on! Pose!" she commanded.
As we walked I checked out the whole resort. It's nice to work here. Maybe I made the right decision. There are many benefits of working here in Spain. First, I can find my dad here. All my questions that I have always been trying to answer will be answered. Second, I can help my siblings with their school as well as their needs and wants. My mom, she can stop working when I stay here for a while. And most of all, I think I can reconcile this country, this place.
"By the way, how was your trip? I haven't asked you before," Kia asked.
My annoyance flared up again when I remembered what had happened at the airport. "It would have been okay. It would have been peaceful but there were two man who annoyed me. I was the one who hit that man, I was blamed. And you know! He even told me that I wasn't sorry! " irritatingly I complained to her. I look like I'm a child complaining to my mother because I had a fight with someone on the street earlier.
She looked at me with one eyebrow raised. Staring at me and still smiling sarcastically. "Oh my gosh, Sol! Do you know the  most laughable characteristic of you? Your hot-headedness!" she said with a laugh.
My nickname is Sol. Rarely did anyone call me back then. Family and friends who are very close to me. I wonder, Sol means day then Alba my real name  means sunset. Weird, right?
My face went with it. Am I that immature? Of course, who wouldn't be angry there? I was the one who was hit and then he demanded an apology from me? Hello ?!
"Just don't let me see him because I'll hit him. He's lucky because the passengers were called before so I didn't hit him," I said annoyed. My blood is really heating up with that man.
She poked my side. She's trying to tease me. "Uyyyy! Maybe you're for each other. They said don't they, the more you hate, the more you love!" she taunts me.
I was about to tweak her when she suddenly ran away.
"HEY!" I shout here.
She waved at me when she was a bit far from me so I ran fast to catch up with her. I really miss this woman.
"Ouch!" I said, I was hit by a man AGAIN because we collided. I was then grabbed by my forehead because of the force of the impact on me. It looks like the man I bumped into. I can't get up because of the pain.
"Sol, are you okay?" Kia asked worriedly as she approached.
"Tss ... bad luck," I whispered. How many times do I bump into people? I guess I am really the problem.
I would have been sorry for what I bumped into when my eyes widened when I see who it was.
We looked at each other again and we reacted the same way when we saw each other.
"You again!" we once shouted at each other.