Jesus looks up from the hole,
just another soul,
paying the toll,
for reaching his goal.
I'm starting to feel better about heading home. I've already said good-bye to many of my friends, which has been difficult, but empowering at the same time. I feel like I'm back in Madrid, saying good-bye to Pepe, Marisol, Jose, David, Carmen, Demi, and Elisabeth all over again. I knew then that I wouldn't see any of them again for a long time. And they knew that too. But despite that fact no tears were shed, and no farewells said. Only "Hasta luego"; Siempre, Hasta luego. I love these people, I love this life, but there's a time to say hello, and there's a time to say good-bye. Today may be a time to say good-bye, but nobody knows what tomorrow will bring. And there are a lot of people back home in the states that I miss very much. More than I may realize right now.
People that I love very much.
We'll see what the forecast looks like in a couple days.