Going home
Now that Spain is over, I can officially look back and try and figure out what I learned from the situation. I loved it here, it was stressful at times, and there are things that I would change if I could, but alas, I can't so I have to accept everything as it is. It was PHENOM in general and I learned SO much Spanish... I can talk REALLY fast now and I understand it better for the most part as well.
Oh, and for people who gave me their addresses (ahem, Kim), I didn't have enough money for stamps because I went broke the last few days that I was there... I had 10 euros to last me the ENTIRE last week (there was a problem processing my paycheck) but don't worry, I'll try and make it up to you.
Anyhoo.... Its over, I am pretty happy, and I must admit that it feels good for me to be going back to a country where the signs are in English and people will understand me when I talk to them.
Ok, I gotta catch my taxi (p.s. its 3am here) and spend the next 28 hours either in a plane or in the airport. Boo.
Hasta la pasta bitches!
Oh, and for people who gave me their addresses (ahem, Kim), I didn't have enough money for stamps because I went broke the last few days that I was there... I had 10 euros to last me the ENTIRE last week (there was a problem processing my paycheck) but don't worry, I'll try and make it up to you.
Anyhoo.... Its over, I am pretty happy, and I must admit that it feels good for me to be going back to a country where the signs are in English and people will understand me when I talk to them.
Ok, I gotta catch my taxi (p.s. its 3am here) and spend the next 28 hours either in a plane or in the airport. Boo.
Hasta la pasta bitches!