And the fairytale slows to a halt.
21 cities in 5 months:
Oviedo, Gijon, Leon, Covadonga, Llanes, Ribadesella, Cangas de Onis, Somiedo, Cabo de Penas, Salinas, Santander, Madrid, Barcelona, Tarragona, Rome, Sorrento, Naples, Capri, Pompeii, Paris, London
I can’t even believe how lucky I am to have gotten the opportunity to see what I did during those 5 months.
I was sitting on the plane home, not even halfway through the journey thinking just one thing, I did it. And “it” means everything. I picked up, went off to Spain, traveled through Europe, left my family, made friends and did a heck of a lot of growing up.
I spent five months over there building a life for myself, on my own. I have a new family here, I have new friends, and then it finally came time to just pack it all up and leave to go back “home”. There’s nothing left to do but put it all behind me, keep it in my memories, and hope I eventually get to see some of those people or some of those places again. And after all that, it is so difficult to grasp the concept of going back home.
There’s so much to be proud of myself for, after this trip. Learning a different language is the majority of that pride. From ordering food at a restaurant, to going to the pharmacy and finding the right medicine in Spanish, or even Arguing with someone at the flea market about prices. Spanish is now constantly in my head and I’ve even been speaking spanglish since being home. It takes me a while when responding to a question to realize that I don’t need to find out how to say the answer in Spanish
Despite the unrefrigerated milk, and the creepy men who stare American’s up and down on the streets, Spain is a magical place and completely stole my heart these past months. And there is no doubt that I will be finding myself right back there in the very near future.
These past 5 months were a wonderful ride, with incredible people and from that came unforgettable memories.