Hey guys!!!

Another week has flown by again!


This week I’ve been reading a lot for my research and I’ve been working on (a lot of) new repertoire! 
I’m glad that despite the fact I had no other lessons, my week was very productive!


This week I’ve been spending a lot of time in the practice room as well as in the library.
Thursday I had a short session with John Fisher and Friday I had my regular coaching and singing lesson.

Practice room view!

The only day I wasn’t at school was Wednesday.
Because Wednesday I spent the day in…. (Drumroll, please)


Yes! That’s right, I made a short trip to London! My favourite city!

I was scheduled to have an audition for a competition at 12.00 and this meant I had to haul my ass out of bed waaaay too early in the morning, in order to catch my bus at 6.00am.

I was only spending 4 hours there, but I figured it would be enough to sing my aria and spend a little time sightseeing.
Of course, that wasn’t the case πŸ˜‰

On our way, we were stuck in traffic, which meant that upon arrival I had to rush like a maniac to Covent Garden (the location of my audition and of the ROH, no big deal πŸ˜‰ ). Of course, this did not go smoothly either: my navigation sent me right past Buckingham Palace. This could have been a nice photo opportunity, but… it was crazy busy because of the changing of the guards! So I even had to wait an additional 5 minutes before the police would allow us to pass through.
But… I arrived at Covent Garden only 3 minutes late (11.33am) and I knew I had to calm down and get my shit together FAST!Β 
Which lead me to my next surprise: ALL the singers were called at 12.00!Β 
So there we were, with about 40 people, waiting to see what would happen.
I was starting to stress out again because I had to catch my bus at 14.30 and to get to Victoria Coach Station it would be a 45-minute walk and with my track record,Β the chance that I would have to sing dead last was about 90%.

Thankfully I was “already” no. 16 to sing and I was wondering if I would make it back in time. Of course, in the meantime, I was in contact with Diego to share my struggles and, as per usual, he was there to calm me down and be the voice of reason. He asked me what the worst was that could happen? That I wouldn’t be on time to catch the bus? Well, then I could just as easily buy another bus ticket or just travel back by train, right?
So, after checking the schedule and realizing that there was a bus leaving for Cardiff, literally every hour, all was fine again.

I changed into my audition outfit and I had time to calm down and focus on my audition.

Quick shot of Buckingham Palace while heading back

I have to say my audition went pretty well and I was very satisfied!

So will I go on to the next round? Yes, no, maybe so… who knows! Of course, you never know what the committee is looking for and what their personal preferences are. For me, the most important thing was that I was making music and that I felt satisfied afterwards, and that (for now) is enough for me.


Last Sunday I went to see “Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald” with a friend. I will not say anything about it, because I know a lot of you haven’t seen it yet and I really don’t want to give away any spoilers, but just be prepared for a major mindfuck. Everybody left the theatre kind of dazed and flabbergasted πŸ˜‰

Thursday I hung out with another friend. We had some dinner in a nice sushi and noodle bar and afterwards we went to her place to drink a cup of tea!

And that was it already for this week, you guys!
I hope you enjoyed reading this and please stay in touch!

Love you all!!!

X Beca

Ode To Wine – Pablo Neruda

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.
My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.
But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we’re speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.

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