This post marks #227. And 227 blog posts later, I sit here reflecting on all I have captured via THB and all I have experienced. My heart is racing, I’m smiling, I’m crying, I’m nostalgic, I’m sad, I’m excited, etc. What can I say? Believe it or not, I feel a bit stumped for words.
Now, I don’t want to be a drama queen or anything, but I do always write from my heart and it’s a bit overwhelming to be putting the lights out on my “baby.” What started as one of my random ideas turned into something that helped me stay connected in a really fun way with those from home, as well as capture all the craziness of an American girl living a Spanish life.
Speaking of craziness, I compiled my own superlatives for the last post to really put a stamp on what the experience has meant to me. While I’m coming back for year two, forever and always, year one will be incredibly memorable.
Favorite restaurant: Kibuka (I’m sure no one is surprised that a Spanish restaurant is not my favorite!)
Favorite street: Calle Verdi (in my neighborhood, Gracia, and so full of charm)
Best friend: Jos
Favorite tapa: Patatas Bravas (potatoes with a Thousand Island-like dressing) or Pimientos de Padron (a variety of green peppers, steamed and salted)
Best day: My birthday celebration, June 5
Worst day: I can’t remember, good thing!
Most surprising: No matter how homesick or sad I felt at any given point, I never said, even in frustration, “I’m done. I’m coming home.”
Most rewarding: Not having a single student quit lessons based on my performance
Most disappointing: Losing touch with people from home and feeling like “out of sight, out of mind”
Best trip: As I wrote in “These are the Moments,” it’s too hard to pick just one, though Ibiza always pops up as top of mind.
Favorite Spanish holiday: Dia de St. Jordi. I don’t really know why I liked it so much, but I like the idea that everyone can enjoy it, young or old, married or not.
Best at keeping in touch: Dylan! It has been great chatting with Leah and Adam’s 2 year old son almost twice a week, watching him grow right before my eyes. Even the times when he says, “Mommy, stop talking to Hoolia” makes me laugh.
Favorite plaza: Again, staying local to my neighborhood, it’s the one I have spent the most time in, Plaza de Vila de Gracia, formerly known as Plaza Rius i Taulet and also known as, “The clocktower plaza.”
Favorite Spanish beer: Estrella (light, fresh and crisp)
Favorite bar: L’Ascensor in Barrio Gotico.
Favorite European sports team: Barca, duh!
Favorite language: Spanglish (I’ve perfected it!)
Favorite metro line: The green line (for no particular reason, I guess I just like the stops and the color)
Favorite student: Neus
So with that folks (and a few of my favorite pictures below), I am signing off, with a chill down my spine and goose bumps (or chicken skin as the Spaniards say). Thanks for following the first year’s journey. I can only hope my second year here will be just as full of adventure! Lots of love, hugs and kisses!