Steps by STEPS
Aleksandar Milošević, SerbiaSuddenly you have the whole world around you, just waiting for you to extend your hand and say: ‘Hi, I’m Aleksandar from Serbia.’
“Where did you study your master’s abroad?”
“Everywhere a bit.”
This conversation has happened to me countless times, and I always like to respond this way, with a smile. It’s not a lie. I was part of the Erasmus Mundus STEPS (Sustainable Transport and Electrical Power Systems) program, a joint master’s degree organized by several European universities, which naturally means that you don’t spend your studies in just one place. In our case, those were the universities in Coimbra in Portugal, Nottingham in England, and Gijón in Spain — cities that I am proud to say became my cities.
It feels like I could write an entire novel about each of them instead of trying to squeeze them into a few paragraphs. How can I mention Coimbra without talking about students walking around in long academic robes like they belong at Hogwarts and eating pastéis de nata with a view of the Mondego River? How can I mention Nottingham without talking about the English passion for football felt in every pub, the legendary Nottingham Forest by the River Trent and the even more legendary English breakfast? And how can I mention Gijón without talking about San Lorenzo beach, which disappears and reappears twice a day with the tides, about fiestas, siestas, and the famous sidra — the local apple cider that must be poured from a height before you can drink it?
So instead of talking about these cities in detail — because I would easily get lost in memories of them, just like I actually got lost in their streets during my first days there — I will talk about the people and the experiences.
One of the best things about the Erasmus Mundus program is that, as the name suggests, it is a global project, not just for Europeans. Our small world included people from Argentina, Venezuela, the United States, Spain, Montenegro, Serbia, Eritrea, Lebanon, India, Vietnam, and the Philippines — quite a diverse group, as you can imagine. And that’s not all. Add to that all the people who came to those cities on a “regular” Erasmus exchange, and suddenly you have the whole world around you, just waiting for you to extend your hand and say: “Hi, I’m Aleksandar from Serbia.”

Every beginning is slow and filled with uncertainties — especially if you are a procrastinator like me who applied for a visa too late and ended up arriving a week after the semester had already started. But then you begin meeting people, and you quickly forget why you were ever worried in the first place. Because people are what make this experience so meaningful and unforgettable.
Looking back now, those first contacts seem almost absurdly awkward and clumsy — shy greetings to people who would soon become a very important part of my life. People with whom I would go to lectures, prepare for exams, and work on projects, but also share sunsets, celebrate Thanksgiving with dishes from all around the world, run into the ocean in January, and share both the happiest and the hardest moments in the following two years. In one word — friends. Perhaps even more than that, when you are so far away from your previous life, these friendships carry even greater significance. I still find it incredible how people from completely different parts of the world, cultures, languages, and traditions can fit together so naturally, as if they were always meant to end up in the same place.
Studying within different educational systems was also a unique and challenging experience. These systems were completely different from the one in my home country, and also very different from one another. In Portugal, the focus was on homework assignments; in England, on writing academic papers; and in Spain, on projects and laboratory work. Each city contributed in its own way not only to my education but also to the way I think and approach problems. It would be a lie to say that it was always easy, but when you go through everything together with your friends, and along the way someone brings freshly baked chocolate chip cookies or a slice of jamón serrano appears at just the right moment, everything seems manageable.
After that, the only real limit was how much free time we had. And we really tried our best to spend every free moment traveling, socializing, and just enjoying life. Whether it was crazy trips, tables full of food, drinks and people, crazy nights out until sunrise, or simply sitting in beach chairs like retirees — all those pictures still hang on my wall. It’s impossible for me to look at them without a smile on my face (and an occasional tear in my eye)
If you’ve heard how much a single Erasmus semester can mean to someone, imagine what four Erasmus semesters can do to a person. Four times as many adventures, four times as many fond memories, four times as many people…
It is often said that the only bad thing about Erasmus is that it eventually comes to an end, but I tend to disagree with that.
How can we speak of an ending when we are still in touch regularly, when we still organize reunions, when I know I have a place to sleep in almost every major city in Europe (and beyond), and when I am a proud host in my city for so many people?
Oooh no, my Erasmus didn’t end.
My Erasmus has only just begun…

Updated on Thursday, 16/04/2026