Leaving my host family this morning was far more bitter than sweet. Our sweet mama Carmen called me a taxi and gave me the best squishy hug I've had all year. Miguel walked me down to the taxi, and when we were giving besitos (those double kisses Europeans do) I went for two, he went for one, and in a fluked moment we kissed on the lips. Ha!! Can't get the unsettling feeling of his majestic mustache off of my face. How odd. Claire, my roommate, waited with me and laughed as my luggage wouldnt fit in this tiny Prius taxi. After a teary-eyed hug sesh, I was on my way.
I've still got a connection in Boston, then I'll be in Dallas by 10 tonight. In. Sane.
Feeling: Nothing in me wants to leave Spain. Nothing! Could see myself here for a lot longer. I haven't been homesick this semester, but rather just wished that some people back in The States had still been making memories alongside me during the semester. Last night after talking to some of my roommates, I started for the first time to get a spark of excitement about being "home" again. Once I'm hyperventilating, jumping up and down, hugging great friends that I haven't seen in in 5 months - I'm sure that I won't understand why I was ever loathing returning to the US. But you know, we'll see -- vamos a ver.
Thoughts: Where is "home"? Where you miss most, where you're registered to vote, where your family is or where you live? Dallas, Fort Worth, Camp Travis and Sevilla all feel like home to me. I don't need to worry about this though. Iit's a train of thought that has no purpose because ultimately, I know that this world isn't supposed to feel like home - but man, how far is heaven, you know?
Time for my last café con leche. Pour one out, baby.
Un saludo, Hasta Tejas.
