Three days.
In just a countable number of hours, I will be back in the United States, and this minute of free time as I lie burning up in my bed comes at the end of a crazy couple of weeks.
The temperature outside is about 80 degrees, but heat rises and we are on the top floor of our building. Humidity isn’t an issue, but this dry heat is also brutal and surprisingly sudden. However, it will feel good when we are able to bid goodbye in short sleeves early Thursday morning at our midnight salida from Zaragoza. A redeye bus will take us to Madrid, where we’ll catch our plane to Boston via Paris, arriving on Thursday afternoon.
In the last couple of weeks, I have gone to Soria with my host mother, taken the DELE (Diploma de Español como Lengua Extranjera, or the Spanish equivalent of the TOEFL), had a series of goodbye meals with various friends and relatives of my host mother, and in general completely lost track of time with friends, wandering the now-familiar streets of Zaragoza, and baking cakes to celebrate a plethora of happenings.
These days are incredibly bittersweet: sad to leave, happy to see friends, sad to say goodbye to friends here, excited for summer jobs and old familiar places.
I will try to catch up on photos once I get back in the States and have some free time, but I’ll be uber-busy with graduation and visiting family and friends.
Until then…
