It doesn’t feel real that tomorrow we’ll be leaving Spain permanently. I don’t know which I’m dreading more; leaving Spain or the 21 hour travel day that awaits me. I am, however, excited to go home. I haven’t been home for longer than a two week period in over a year. I know going home will not be a vacation (yay for jobs) but it does mean I get to spend a couple of months cuddling my pups.
I knew coming to Spain as a reporter instead of just a tourist would lead to some crazy places. But I never knew just how many weird experiences I would actually have.
I got to explore every corner of an abandoned bullfighting ring, got stuck in the middle of a radical feminist protest,captured some radical skaters in their natural habitat,met the nicest people in Spain (arguably the world),spent seven straight hours talking about Science and Technology patents,
and finally ran around a rollerskating marathon with a highlighter yellow vest.
I had gone back and forth about going on this trip for a while. I had just spent four months living in Europe, I spoke almost no Spanish, and I was worn out from the end of the semester. All I wanted to do for the summer was go home and lay in bed for four straight months.
But I finally sucked it up, got myself together and drudgingly left my house early on the morning of May 10. I had no idea that this would be one of the best experiences I could have asked for.
I’m extremely grateful to Carlene and everyone else on this trip for making the past five weeks some of the best (and most stressful) I’ve experienced.
Tonight I’ll finish packing my suitcase and tomorrow morning we depart Spain. I can’t wait until tuesday night when I finally get a hug from my mom, a very late night dinner from In-N-Out, and cuddles from my lil’ nuggets.