15 student, 15 volunteers

A wonderful poem about a week at an English emersion program.
Written by: Luis, a student.

Fifteen Spaniards, fifteen from abroad,
Thirty different stories on the same new road.
From every corner of the world we came,
Different accents, but the goal was the same.

Seven days speaking English all the time,
Making mistakes, but feeling just fine.
No Spanish words, no place to hide,
We learned together, side by side.

Jorge, Carmen, Alan too,
Always finding something new to do.
“Don’t be late!” was the golden rule,
Running to activities, trying to look cool!

Hey! This is Pueblo Inglés tonight,
Talking all day, partying all night.
Raise your voice, let the good times roll,
One week, one language, one beating soul.

Hey! In the mountains, wild and free,
Thirty voices making memories.
We came as strangers from everywhere,
Now we’re a family breathing the same air.

Games and challenges from morning to night,
Every conversation making English feel right.
Bernardo smiling, always aware,
Serving great food and taking good care.

Surrounded by nature, under open skies,
Green all around us and stars in our eyes.
So many activities, hardly time to rest,
But when the music started, we gave it our best.

Every morning, right on time,
Even after dancing past midnight.
Tired faces, coffee in hand,
Ready for whatever the leaders had planned.

Hey! This is Pueblo Inglés tonight,
Talking all day, partying all night.
Raise your voice, let the good times roll,
One week, one language, one beating soul.

Hey! In the mountains, wild and free,
Thirty voices making memories.
We came as strangers from everywhere,
Now we’re a family breathing the same air.

Halfway through, we hit the road,
On an excursion, off we go!
Laughing together, mile after mile,
Taking a thousand pictures with a smile.

Then the final night arrived too fast,
One massive party to make it last.
We sang, we danced, we owned the floor,
Wishing we could stay one week more!

Hey! This is Pueblo Inglés tonight,
Talking all day, partying all night.
Raise your voice, let the good times roll,
One week, one language, one beating soul.

Hey! From the first hello to the last goodbye,
We found our courage beneath the open sky.
Thirty people, one unforgettable ride,
Pueblo Inglés will stay inside!

Fifteen and fifteen, from all around,
One week together, one perfect sound.
We came to speak, we learned to live—
Pueblo Inglés gave more than words could give.Read more