One month ago....I was home. I was comfortable with my daily routine. I was used to my crazy schedule. I loved working with my kids at camp. I looked forward to the one millionth knock-knock joke I would hear while nannying. I was spending time with my family. I drove everywhere. I had never been outside of the United States before. I ate peanut butter because it was normal. I never saw a professor outside of class. I was frantically packing. I was heartbroken to leave my friends. I thought I was pretty good at Spanish. And I was scared out of my mind for what this semester held.
Today....I am in Spain. I am slowly adjusting to my new lifestyle. I am finally eating a larger almuerzo and a smaller cena. I'm back at school. I'm tutoring an 11 year old girl in English. I miss my family, but feel so welcomed by host family at the same time. I walk everywhere. I'm putting my passport to good use. I eat bocadillas de jamon like it's my job. I see my professors at the bars at 2am. I wish I hadn't forgotten all that hand sanitizer. I'm super thankful for modern technology for keeping me in the loop with what's going on at home, and I'm blessed to have made so many fabulous friends here in Alicante. I have realized that I am not terrible at Spanish, but I'm certainly not that great at it either. And I'm still terrified for what this semester holds, but I'm taking it one day at a time.
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