MY COMENIUS ADVENTURE
Years ago I saw 'The Perfect Storm', a movie about some sailors who were engaged
in fishing and were involved in a violent storm, which by its nature was described
From 13th to 18th April, a group of teachers and students from Finland, Turkey, Romania,
Spain, Greece, Holland, Italy and Bulgaria met in Constanta, Romania for a Comenius
The week passed without incident, according to the schedule. Everything was perfect,
because perfect was the organization of all the activities the Romanian school had
prepared. It was an excellent visit and it was a great pleasure to meet the friends
again. The theatre-evening, where the Romanian students were singing (even in our
languages!) and dancing, and the traditional Romanian things to eat afterwards, was
really a surprise. We also enjoyed a boat trip along the Danube Delta, a beautiful
river, a jewel of nature.
The farewell dinner in a Romanian traditional restaurant with so good atmosphere,
music and things to eat was a wonderful end. At the end of the evening, the sadness
of saying goodbye was mixed with the hope of meeting again soon in Harderwijk, Netherlands.
On Sunday, April 18th at six o'clock in the morning we all met at school to take
the bus to Otopeni Airport in Bucharest. Focus on the activities of the project meeting,
we did not know that an Icelandic volcano was to collapse all the airports in Europe.
A few minutes later after arriving at the airport the news we have read the day before
on the Internet were confirmed: all the flights were cancelled and the airport was
closed. The unexpected problems with the cancelled flights were a very strange end
of this project meeting.
No words to describe the feeling I felt, it was not fear of course, but uncertainty
causes insecurity. I am sorry that we could not give the last hugs, kisses, handshakes
quietly to each other at the airport... Personally I was confused, it was necessary
to take decisions, we couldn’t come back by plane and we were so far away from home.
I remembered the movie ‘The Perfect Storm’: We were thousands of kilometres from
home. The means of transport, the hotels were collapsed and we had students under
our responsibility. Besides this, there was a train strike in France.
It took more than five hours to get a ticket to Munich, the nearest city to Spain
we could arrive. At dusk we left Bucharest by train. Fortunately we could book a
couchette train. We spent all night travelling. From my seat, in the darkness of
the night, I could sense the nice Romanian landscapes. I thought that I was crossing
the Carpathian Mountains, the town of Bran, Dracula's Castle, Peles, Brasov ... places
that just a year before I was lucky to visit. The train stopped at Curtici, the last
village in Romania before entering Hungary. Passport control, a forgotten ritual
in this part of Europe and a quick coffee in the restaurant of the train.
We arrived in Budapest railway station at mid-morning. What a beautiful train station!
We had enough time for a good breakfast before taking another train. Possibly we
crossed a part of the Slovak Republic before entering Austria. The train just stopped
in Vienna. Late in the evening we reached Munich, where we spent the night in the
hotel Arthotel Munich. What a coincidence, looking for accommodation we met the Finnish
partners! The hotels were extremely expensive for the airline crisis. We got a new
ticket by train to Zurich, it was impossible to travel nearer to Spain. We left Munich
at 6:45 a.m and arrived in Zurich by mid-morning.
We were confirmed that it was impossible to reach any destination in Spain by train
for several days. We were also informed that the trains were on strike in France,
but that there were coaches to travel to Spain. I remembered that my father, an immigrant
for many years in Switzerland, sometimes travelled by bus from Bern or Zurich to
Salamanca with the company Alsa. It was not difficult to find the bus station in
the street Limmatstrasse, the information they gave us in the Rail Swiss Travel Centre
was very helpful.
When we reached the station, a small square with some stands, Alsa's office had closed,
and will open again at 2:30. While my colleague María and the students waited
to be opened, I walked away to ask in a travel agency nearby. When I was about to
go into the agency, my mobile rang, it was Marina from Spain, my director to say
that my colleague María was desperately trying to phone me to tell that a
bus had just come from Portugal, and was going to leave in five minutes. I do not
know what problems there were between my mobile and the one of María because
I could receive her calls, but immediately jumped voicemail and I couldn’t answer.
As I ran desperately to take the bus my mobile rang again and again. María
was trying to contact with me. Imagine the desperation of the situation: the bus
was leaving, I did not answer, God knows when we would have another chance to travel
to Spain. I ran and ran. Within minutes I was sitting on the bus. Psychologically
I felt at home, but we would still have to drive about 2000 kilometres for this to
Around 13:30 the coach left Zurich. We arrived in Burgos at 7:00, and at 15:00, in
the bus station of Salamanca ended our odyssey. I would have never imagined such
a long and unexpected travel: From one end to the other of the old Roman Empire,
from Dacia in the Black Sea to Salamanca in Lusitania. An unforgettable lesson in
geography and history through Romania - Hungary - Austria - Germany - Switzerland
- France - Spain. We have travelled more than 3800 kms. in three days and a half.
Secretario del IESO Quercus
Profesor de Lengua Castellana y Literatura
Coordinador general del Proyecto Comenius