This past month flew by. The first week of October, the Medieval festival came to town. It was amazing for the first few days to see everyone dressed up, the music, the amazing food, the stands, the performances..but after a few days, the never-ending crowds got to me and I was happy when the week was over.
This same month I got a job teaching English, which made me realize that I could actually stay and live here. I also made Spanish friends and Russian friends as well:) At the same time, I got really sick, realized how much I miss home, and thus hit my lowest point on the trip. But it took some willpower, some travel, and a boy to change my mind.
I walked across a Roman bridge in Salamanca, watched a flamenco show in Granada, visited the Great Mosque in Córdoba, fell in love with Barcelona (and proved to myself that I can be bold), and fed doves in Sevilla.
I watched Don Juan outside a cathedral, visited countless museums and exhibits, took the ave for the first time, and finally braved talking on the phone in Spanish.
Finally I feel like I am here and I am living a life that I’ve always dreamed of. I don’t know if it was Spain that changed me or if it was simply the time apart from my life in the States. But regardless, this has been a once in a lifetime experience so far, and I’m looking forward and at the same time dreading the last month and a half left. My finally trips are taking me outside of Spain: Lisboa, Tangier, and Italy, which makes the time left here at home even shorter.
