-Rome
-Granada
-Paris
-Barcelona
-Grazalema
Life got real crazy, real fast. They'll go up eventually; I really want to save those memories, and a couple of them are already written in my little notebook.
For a while there I was travelling every weekend, and between turning in blogs for API and school I really didn't have time. Then, during this last week, I got strep. It was finals, and my last week in Sevilla with my friends, and I was trapped at home: miserable, unable to talk, with a fever of 101. I wasn't functioning, let alone studying or blogging.
But my experience going to the hospital with strep was actually a really nice one. Funny how those things work out! The most wonderful cabbie of all time picked me up, and when he noticed that I was nervous to go into the hospital (I HATE hospitals), he came in with me. And the receptionist was too sweet, she went into the appointment with me in case I needed help translating the doctor (I didn't! +10 Spanish points! :D) and then at the end of the appointment the same taxi man was there to take me home, by way of a pharmacy. The whole time we talked about religion, and music, and studies and all kinds of things, I almost forgot I was ill. So even though I feel absolutely rotten, I've had worse mornings. And then he didn't charge me when we got back to my house. SO appreciated! Thank the Lord for Angels in disguise!!
And then it was packing up and leaving Sevilla :(( It was so sad! We had this going away mixer in the upper level of a bakery/bar thing. It could have been really fun (free drinks flowing, tapas circulating) but I felt so awful I couldn't really enjoy myself. We got to say goodbye to our friends from school, our professors, the program directors, and our program friends. At the end, a bunch of my friends and I went for pizza and afterwards to this great bar for saying goodbye. It was awesome to have time together reminicing and closing the experience we had all shared. When the bar closed, we still weren't ready to go home, but didn't want to go out, so we sat by the river chatting and appreciating Triana by night. Still no tears.
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| my street |
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| Front door of the apt |

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| abundant awkward portraits of her grandkids |
But the next day, when I was running around doing my last minute shopping, I saw a random guy with a suitcase and I lost it. I started crying right there in the middle of San Bernardo. And once I started, it was on and off all day.I'm pretty sure crying is a disease; contaigous, and incurable. Sometimes it goes into remission, but it always comes back until it has run its course. That night I said until later (not goodbye) to some of my favorite people, and the next morning I took my bags to see my friend Aida. She took me home by way of my friend Maria's street so I could say hasta luego to her too, and then it was time to say goodbye to my host family and race to the bus, since I had already missed the one I had meant to take. (But as I explained it to Aida: people are more important than buses.)
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| helmeted and jacketed, ready for the moto! |
And after a delay and much metro-ing, I made it to the hostel in Paris. Exhausted, sick, hungry, and cried-out. But I was so, so excited to see Jessie in the lobby waiting for me that I forgot all about it the second I saw her. The rest of our night is in ¨Watkins is in Paris with Jessie¨.
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Hasta luego!















