One last note about Spain
After my 'exciting' night I wrote about in my last post, I got sick. I don't mean just vomiting all day on Sunday, but actually sick - with a fever and sore throat and everything. Which feels totally weird if there's like 30+ degrees outside! But I'm a special kind of person. :-) On Wednesday after that weekend I had my first exam - English for the tourist sector. Child's play. The professor gave me a 10 for all parts of the subject - my projects, the oral presentation and the exam. Me happy. :-)
I got well till the end of that week. And then June practically started and on the 2. I went to Cordoba with a Polish girl, Aneta. It was a wonderful day, hot and sunny. I love Cordoba, it's an amazing town. I like it more than Sevilla, for example. The mezquita is one of the most stunning architectural wonders in the world - it's basically a mosque built by the Moors before they were made to leave Spain, but in the middle of it the Christians plunked a cathedral. It's actually very bizarre. According to Lonely Planet, the Spanish king Carlos I. exclaimed to the church authorities: "You have destroyed something that was unique in the world." Hear hear. But this seems to be a general tendency in Spain - to destroyed any grand thing that the Moors have created. It's the same thing in Sevilla, which is famous for it's colossal cathedral where Columbus is apparently buried. The church authorities knocked down the mosque and built a cathedral. Apparently they said: "Let us create such a building that that future generations will take us for lunatics." I'll say. I don't like that thing. I mean, it is impressive, but it's weird. :-/
After Cordoba I had another exam on the 8 June. It was with the toughest professor at the department, but I had no problems with her. I figure you have to give something to get something. They're not very good at that in Spain. :-) She gave a straight 10 and offered her help if I ever need anything. Very nice of her.
After that I studied for one final exam - English for law, which wasn't anything difficult either and another 10 fell. Very grateful for all f them, 'cause they're raising my average grade.
And that was about it for my last month in CR. The time I didn't spend in the house I was usually spending in the city and saying goodbye to all the friends I made. It was actually kind of sad - it's the people that make the experience so special, not just the place you're at. But I got the E-mails, so that's OK. ;-)
Then it was time to go back home. I packed the suitcase on the last day and I was losing my nerves with it! I had to sit on top of the damn thing to close it! And I also had my laptop bag and my leather bag. Everything was so packed I couldn't even stick a mouse tail in there! On the D-Day I had to get up at 4:30, i got ready and then I called the cab at about 6:15 to take me to the train station. When the driver took my overweight suitcase out of the car, he tore off the handle on top. Crap. And I couldn't fix it. Imagine how I got it up the stairs of the train. A nightmare. Thank God somebody helped me. Going down was much easier and finding a cab as well. From then on it was OK. Getting to the airport, checking in and so on. It was just a bit lengthy to get to Vienna where dad was waiting for me. It was an emotional meeting. ;-) We took off towards Slovenia and about 20 km outside of Vienna it started hailing. And it seemed as if someone was throwing stones at the car. In a minute the road was filled with water and we weren't moving at all. We thought the car will be a wreck, but luckily it wasn't. It was still creepy though, I thought the windshield will break. So yeah, what a welcome!
I miss Spain a little though. No one was bugging me there, no one wanted anything from me... I guess I just have to get used to being back home... :-/