- Plan Your Flight - Before jumping on the first airline website you can think of and buying that $500 ticket, make sure you take a look at what else is out there. Websites like skyscanner.com can be extremely helpful when looking for the lowest fares or sales. See which airlines are offering the lowest prices, then use the direct website for the airline to purchase tickets. Don't be afraid to try out a new airline - I highly recommend RyanAir (got a round trip flight for 35 euro), but I also know that their service isn't the best. Other airlines like Lufthansa, British Airways, KLM, United, Delta, Are Lingus, etc. are all great options that I have used and have had good experiences with.
- Plan Your Hotel - The cheapest way to travel abroad (at least in Europe) is to utilize hostels. Personally, I hated them and after 2 experiences, I refused to stay in them. I really enjoy my independence and ability to escape from other people while on vacation, and staying in a room with 6 strangers was not my idea of that. I recommend researching popular hotels in the area that you are visiting and making sure you have a lot of information before booking. When my boyfriend came over the holidays, we used websites like homeaway.com or airbnb.com to find apartments that we could rent (for a lower price and for privacy). When we wanted a romantic getaway, we forked out the money to have a really nice hotel and were happy with it, versus being uncomfortable and sharing a room with 4 other people.
- Prepare For Your Flight - Some airlines have certain restrictions that you need to know about before you head to the airport. For example, RyanAir requires you to print your boarding passes before you get to the airport. You also have to have your passport and visa checked depending on where you are flying to and from. Your luggage must be under a certain size and weight, and you have to know that your seat location is not guaranteed unless you pay extra for it.
- Learn To Pack Light - By the end of my time abroad, I had completely mastered packing a weeks worth of clothing into a RyanAir approved carry-on suitcase. Do you really need 5 pairs of jeans? Can you layer on your sweatshirts when you fly? Can you take a small purse instead of the big tote bag? All of these things will help make flying easier and will also give you more luggage space for those amazing souvenirs you're going to buy throughout your travels. Roll your clothing together instead of folding, stuff things inside of your shoes - any space saving tactics will work to your advantage!
- Go With People You Like - Nothing is more depressing and frustrating than traveling with people you don't like or are uncomfortable being around. When you are traveling in a new and unfamiliar place, you want to be able to trust the people you are with and know that they will be good travel companions. After all, you don't want to be with the loud, obnoxious, English speaking travel mate that will pull in all of the pickpockets before you even step foot on the Subway.
- Know Your Time Frame - While a huge part of studying abroad is the opportunity to travel, don't forget that you are there to study. Make sure you are aware of any complications that could impact your travel times and dates and know what the consequences are for missing class. Wait to plan any trips until you arrive and get a class schedule and can plan around your prior obligations.
Monday, January 27, 2014
6 Tips To Make Travel While Studying Abroad Easier
So you're going to be studying abroad and having the time of your life exploring another part of the world - sounds easy right? Well, it is - as long as you are prepared. Traveling while studying abroad can be quite different from all those family vacations you've taken over the years, and to help you make the most of your time and money, I've compiled a short list of tips, guaranteed to help make your time abroad a success!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Less Than 24 Hours
At this time tomorrow I will be landing in US territory. Crazy.
I'm kinda a mix of emotions and I don't really think it's hit me that I'm really leaving yet. The worst part has been the goodbyes I've had to make this last week. First with my little kids and fellow teachers at the colegio. Then I had to slowly tay goodbye to my professors as the week went on. Yesterday was to my amazing advisors and friends.
I spent the day today hiking in the mountains with my host family. I'm a bit crispy now lol. Then we exchanged presents tonight. They made me a photo album with pictures from the whole year and I gave them a variety of things from Nerf guns to a toaster and CDs and a pedicure kit.
I know tomorrow is gonna be super sad when I have to leave :/ but as my host mom has been telling me, it's not "goodbye" it's "see you later".
I'm kinda a mix of emotions and I don't really think it's hit me that I'm really leaving yet. The worst part has been the goodbyes I've had to make this last week. First with my little kids and fellow teachers at the colegio. Then I had to slowly tay goodbye to my professors as the week went on. Yesterday was to my amazing advisors and friends.
I spent the day today hiking in the mountains with my host family. I'm a bit crispy now lol. Then we exchanged presents tonight. They made me a photo album with pictures from the whole year and I gave them a variety of things from Nerf guns to a toaster and CDs and a pedicure kit.
I know tomorrow is gonna be super sad when I have to leave :/ but as my host mom has been telling me, it's not "goodbye" it's "see you later".
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
One Final Trip and Saying Goodbye
In just a few hours I'll be headed to Germany for my final trip of the year. I'll be staying with some family friends from Middle Bass that live there, so I'm really looking forward to some MBI talk and good American cooking =)
It's getting so weird to think that this adventure is coming to an end. I'm both sad and excited. I'm almost afraid I'm going to start regretting, but I can't do that. This whole experience has been amazing and I'm so happy to have met the people I have. Leaving my host family will be the worst. I know we're all going to cry and it's going to be horribly sad, but at the same time I miss my family and Keith so much and I'm ready to get back to my "real" life. I've only got once more day at my little kids school, and I'm going to miss those kids a ton too.
I wish I could capture all of the memories I have on film, so that I'll never forget how amazing those memories are. Unfortunately, I can't get them all, and some of the most precious ones I'll have to cherish in my head. Singing and playing "Pasa-Mi-Si" and "La Corrida de la Patata" with my little kids and being silly with my host brothers.
It's getting so weird to think that this adventure is coming to an end. I'm both sad and excited. I'm almost afraid I'm going to start regretting, but I can't do that. This whole experience has been amazing and I'm so happy to have met the people I have. Leaving my host family will be the worst. I know we're all going to cry and it's going to be horribly sad, but at the same time I miss my family and Keith so much and I'm ready to get back to my "real" life. I've only got once more day at my little kids school, and I'm going to miss those kids a ton too.
I wish I could capture all of the memories I have on film, so that I'll never forget how amazing those memories are. Unfortunately, I can't get them all, and some of the most precious ones I'll have to cherish in my head. Singing and playing "Pasa-Mi-Si" and "La Corrida de la Patata" with my little kids and being silly with my host brothers.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Long TIme, No Blog
I can't believe how crazy fast April has flown by! It's insane, I thought it was going to drag on and on, but really I think it's finally really hit me that my time here is almost over. I'm defiantly ready to go home but I know I'm going to miss Spain in some aspects.
First, my amazing host family - they truly are amazing and I don't know how I would have survived this year without them. My host mom is so nice and it's been great to get to a point in our relationship where we can talk more like friends rather than as people just living together. My host brothers, while some days they drive me nuts, they always make me laugh and we bond over the strangest things. I never got to be the older sister, so I truly love nagging and picking on them in a fun and playful way. And my host dad, he's defiantly opened my eyes to some new and interesting concepts, as well as taught me the majority of what I know about Spain, politics of Europe, and cultural differences among all nations.
Second, my little kids school - I'm so glad I did my internship. I've learned so much, not only relating to the language, but about myself as well. I know that even though I love kids to death, I will never be a teacher (maybe high school as a backup plan - since I have no idea what else I'd do with a spanish degree...) Those kids are the highlight of my days here and I love being able to just hang out and feel like I'm making an impact on their lives. Plus I've missed having little kids climb into my lap and listening to a story or asking me for hugs when they're sad. I've learned a lot about the culture like games and songs (that I've finally learned to correct words to)! I've been able to pick up some good teaching techniques and I've got a much better idea about how I'm going to go about teaching my own children Spanish one day. I've learned more about the kind of parent I want to be, or better said, the kind I don't want to be. And, I've had the opportunity to really make some Spanish "friends" - although they may be teacher, it's nice to sit and talk about any topic on the same level as any other person in the conversation. (And they're great for asking help with my homework...)
While I'm still not the biggest fan of Madrid, I can truly say this has been amazing and I will in fact be sad when it all comes to an end in 17 days. I still say this is something I want my kids to do and experience when they are old enough (sorry Mom) and I know that I will be back again. I've learned to adapt and survive in situations I never would have expected. And more than anything, Spanish has always been one of my passions. I've been able to fulfill a dream that I've had as long as I can remember. I can speak and understand a second language (maybe not the best all the time, but that's still way more than most people in the United States can say).
First, my amazing host family - they truly are amazing and I don't know how I would have survived this year without them. My host mom is so nice and it's been great to get to a point in our relationship where we can talk more like friends rather than as people just living together. My host brothers, while some days they drive me nuts, they always make me laugh and we bond over the strangest things. I never got to be the older sister, so I truly love nagging and picking on them in a fun and playful way. And my host dad, he's defiantly opened my eyes to some new and interesting concepts, as well as taught me the majority of what I know about Spain, politics of Europe, and cultural differences among all nations.
Second, my little kids school - I'm so glad I did my internship. I've learned so much, not only relating to the language, but about myself as well. I know that even though I love kids to death, I will never be a teacher (maybe high school as a backup plan - since I have no idea what else I'd do with a spanish degree...) Those kids are the highlight of my days here and I love being able to just hang out and feel like I'm making an impact on their lives. Plus I've missed having little kids climb into my lap and listening to a story or asking me for hugs when they're sad. I've learned a lot about the culture like games and songs (that I've finally learned to correct words to)! I've been able to pick up some good teaching techniques and I've got a much better idea about how I'm going to go about teaching my own children Spanish one day. I've learned more about the kind of parent I want to be, or better said, the kind I don't want to be. And, I've had the opportunity to really make some Spanish "friends" - although they may be teacher, it's nice to sit and talk about any topic on the same level as any other person in the conversation. (And they're great for asking help with my homework...)
While I'm still not the biggest fan of Madrid, I can truly say this has been amazing and I will in fact be sad when it all comes to an end in 17 days. I still say this is something I want my kids to do and experience when they are old enough (sorry Mom) and I know that I will be back again. I've learned to adapt and survive in situations I never would have expected. And more than anything, Spanish has always been one of my passions. I've been able to fulfill a dream that I've had as long as I can remember. I can speak and understand a second language (maybe not the best all the time, but that's still way more than most people in the United States can say).
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Need A Normal Schedule
You would think after 9 months of being here I would have adapted to the daily schedule that most Spaniards (well at least my host family) keep. Yeah - no.
While I'm still functioning and getting done what I need to get done I still feel like I never have enough time for anything. I spend literally almost all day, every day doing some type of homework or other school obligatory things and feel like I have zero time for me.
That includes the requirements - eating, sleeping, showering, doing my hair, you know the important stuff.
I'm the kinda person that can't sleep past 10am anyways (not that I've even gotten close since I've been here), but really, while I'm not the "morning person" that likes getting up at 5am, I'm more the "morning person" that is normally up by 8am.
Unfortunately that's still too late for school. Normally, I wouldn't complain, however when every day I don't get to bed until 12am or 1am it is a problem.
So now, after just getting back from spring break - where most nights I was in bed and asleep around 10pm (not even joking) - it's killing me.
I'm just counting the days. (39 to be exact)
I need my schedule back. My food. I need to go to a gym. I need to learn something that isn't grammar and reading all the time. I need my friends and family and boyfriend back.
While I'm still functioning and getting done what I need to get done I still feel like I never have enough time for anything. I spend literally almost all day, every day doing some type of homework or other school obligatory things and feel like I have zero time for me.
That includes the requirements - eating, sleeping, showering, doing my hair, you know the important stuff.
I'm the kinda person that can't sleep past 10am anyways (not that I've even gotten close since I've been here), but really, while I'm not the "morning person" that likes getting up at 5am, I'm more the "morning person" that is normally up by 8am.
Unfortunately that's still too late for school. Normally, I wouldn't complain, however when every day I don't get to bed until 12am or 1am it is a problem.
So now, after just getting back from spring break - where most nights I was in bed and asleep around 10pm (not even joking) - it's killing me.
I'm just counting the days. (39 to be exact)
I need my schedule back. My food. I need to go to a gym. I need to learn something that isn't grammar and reading all the time. I need my friends and family and boyfriend back.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Taking A Break To Get All Sentimental
For those of you that don't really know my past, feel free to ignore this post because I'm sure it will not make sense to you, but this is in regards to something that has been on my mind a lot these last few days and I feel the need to write about it.
The first few weeks of April always manage to sneak up on me and catch me off guard. They are weeks that I can still play over and over in my head year after year, the memories not fading. I can recall each day and the emotions in them: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I get caught in the "what ifs", the "would haves", and the "should haves". And as time goes on I'm finding myself more open to talking, more open to really feeling the feelings that I refused (or didn't know how) to show at the time. Each year I grow more, then fall into the "why didn't you know or do this then" thoughts.
I spent a good portion of last night laying awake in bed, listening to the complete silence in my house, unable to sleep, my mind filled with memories, both good and bad, and the same old questions that get me every year. I can really only remember crying once at the time, that moment very clear - lacing up his black suede leather boots for the last time - which, looking back, is quite the literary ending to that part of my life - the kind of ending that you don't realize at the time yet you reflect on forever. I've realized I have this tendency to play the "strong one" for the sake of others (or for myself), I'm really not sure. But last night was different, last night I cried. I cried for what was lost, for the unknown, for the "would haves" and "should haves", for everything I should have said and done, for everything I don't think I was old enough to know, for all the times I should have spoken my mind and shared my true feelings, for everything I was too stubborn to admit, for all the things I wish I could change, and for everything I wish had a different outcome (that conversation in Starbucks, for example).
Every year I learn more and become more of a person I'm happy being, but this year has taught me a lot. I'm learning to recognize the things in my life that still get to me, the parts of me that are still broken - most of which I guess I never really noticed before -, and have realized some things are more important than I originally thought.
So as I lay awake I wondered. How does something that you used to love so much suddenly fade completely from you life? How can something that once was so beautiful and full of passion become such a fight, something so difficult and painful? How do you explain the unexplainable? How do you answer the questions that you will never know the answers to (at least not in this lifetime)? How does someone that you know for such a short amount of time manage to make such an impact in your life? If things had been different, what would be now? Where would my life be? Would this next year be as important and as exciting as we had imagined? And how would all of that affected the current?
It's crazy to think how long ago all of this really was. How young we really were. How big our dreams were. How far we could look into the future.
I thought about the memories since then. The words I can remember spoken, the music that would randomly show up and the emotions it would evoke. The frustrations and the disappointments. The anger and the shame.
There have been things I've wanted to do for years, things I'm not so sure I ever really knew the "true" reasons for. But looking back now, there are reasons. Some things to make peace and hopefully bring back the happiness I used to know, and others just to say "screw you". (Yes, that person should know who she is.) But mainly, just for me. To believe that the love is still there, to look back on and feel content, and just to help heal the hurt of the past.
The first few weeks of April always manage to sneak up on me and catch me off guard. They are weeks that I can still play over and over in my head year after year, the memories not fading. I can recall each day and the emotions in them: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I get caught in the "what ifs", the "would haves", and the "should haves". And as time goes on I'm finding myself more open to talking, more open to really feeling the feelings that I refused (or didn't know how) to show at the time. Each year I grow more, then fall into the "why didn't you know or do this then" thoughts.
I spent a good portion of last night laying awake in bed, listening to the complete silence in my house, unable to sleep, my mind filled with memories, both good and bad, and the same old questions that get me every year. I can really only remember crying once at the time, that moment very clear - lacing up his black suede leather boots for the last time - which, looking back, is quite the literary ending to that part of my life - the kind of ending that you don't realize at the time yet you reflect on forever. I've realized I have this tendency to play the "strong one" for the sake of others (or for myself), I'm really not sure. But last night was different, last night I cried. I cried for what was lost, for the unknown, for the "would haves" and "should haves", for everything I should have said and done, for everything I don't think I was old enough to know, for all the times I should have spoken my mind and shared my true feelings, for everything I was too stubborn to admit, for all the things I wish I could change, and for everything I wish had a different outcome (that conversation in Starbucks, for example).
Every year I learn more and become more of a person I'm happy being, but this year has taught me a lot. I'm learning to recognize the things in my life that still get to me, the parts of me that are still broken - most of which I guess I never really noticed before -, and have realized some things are more important than I originally thought.
So as I lay awake I wondered. How does something that you used to love so much suddenly fade completely from you life? How can something that once was so beautiful and full of passion become such a fight, something so difficult and painful? How do you explain the unexplainable? How do you answer the questions that you will never know the answers to (at least not in this lifetime)? How does someone that you know for such a short amount of time manage to make such an impact in your life? If things had been different, what would be now? Where would my life be? Would this next year be as important and as exciting as we had imagined? And how would all of that affected the current?
It's crazy to think how long ago all of this really was. How young we really were. How big our dreams were. How far we could look into the future.
I thought about the memories since then. The words I can remember spoken, the music that would randomly show up and the emotions it would evoke. The frustrations and the disappointments. The anger and the shame.
There have been things I've wanted to do for years, things I'm not so sure I ever really knew the "true" reasons for. But looking back now, there are reasons. Some things to make peace and hopefully bring back the happiness I used to know, and others just to say "screw you". (Yes, that person should know who she is.) But mainly, just for me. To believe that the love is still there, to look back on and feel content, and just to help heal the hurt of the past.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Back From Spring Break!
Just got back from an amazing Spring Break with my Mom, Aunt Nicole, and Uncle Bob in Italy - It was a great time and was just nice to spend some time bonding with my mom and family again. I figured I'll just give a quick run down of each day just so I don't write forever ;) For the most part I think these events are on the right days...but they're already starting to blur together...
Friday March 22 - Flew into Rome and met up with my family in the airport baggage claim area. Mom cried and helped me get my obnoxiously colored bags :) We ended up taking a cab to our hotel and explored the city just walking around for the afternoon. Our hotel was pretty nice, although it was only 1 room it was divided very well and was comfortable for all of us to share.
Saturday March 23 - Visited the Colosseum, the Forum, and the Palatine. Got to learn more about each place and visited in-depth. Made friends with a family from Spain while in line to get tickets - the guy asked me what I knew about buying tickets (in English) and then relayed the info to his mom (in Spanish), so I just started talking back in Spanish while my mom captured the moment on film lol. I was a little disappointed that we couldn't get tickets to see the bottom and top levels of the Colosseum (buy your tickets ahead of time!!) but it was still nice to learn more from a guide. Went on a night bus tour with Mom, tour kinda sucked, but at least I got gellato lol
Sunday March 24 - Thought about going to the Vatican for Palm Sunday Mass, but there were way too many people there! So we ended up going to the Pantheon and getting Palms (which were olive tree branches) and then went with Mom to this simulator time machine tourist trap. Chased all over the city looking for a street vendor and finally found him thanks to a random kid I practically attacked walking down the road when I saw he had one of the vendor's works (thank god he was from the US...that would have been even more awkward).
Monday March 25 - Went to the Vatican with a tour group (Angel Tours) who after making us wait for a half hour in the pouring rain told us they actually didn't have tickets for us to get inside. We were pissed. So after walking back to the end of the normal entrance line we joined another tour group (Tickets4Fun) and did thankfully get to see the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's Basilica.
Tuesday March 26 - Took a bus from Rome to Florence. It rained, but I did find this amazing leather store. The workers were great and looked me up and down, pulled out a leather jacket and said "this will be the one" - turns out they were right, first one came home with me (I did try on lots of them), along with a lovely purse that will be perfect for professional use. Hotel was actually like an apartment - 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room with baby sized kitchen-type thing, but the wifi didn't work for crap so we were pretty out of communication with the world for a few days.
Wednesday March 27 - Took an amazing day trip through Tuscany with WalkAbout Tours. They were great! We visited 3 cities: Siena, San Gimignano, and Pisa - went on walking tours, had a wine tasting, climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa, visited an amazing church, and overall just had a great time. Met 2 other girls studying in Spain and we all agreed on the things we hate (so glad it's not just me).
Thursday March 28 - Spent the day with Mom shopping (got another purse) and then just looked for some various souvenirs for people. Mom got lost - not good - but she eventually got home and decided she is very happy living in the US (I agreed). Then just relaxed for the night.
Friday March 29 - Took a train from Florence to Venice. Accidentally booked a hotel way outside of the city and took us a few hours to figure out everything before we could actually get out and explore. It was a best Western, which was super nice because we each got our own room and it was an actual American-style hotel! Got some lunch before it started to pour rain. It was miserably cold so we ended up bailing and headed back to the hotel - Sadly I did not get to go on a Gondola ride - but pouring rain and worrying about falling into the freezing river wasn't quite how I had always pictured it. Got some dinner and threw peanuts at my Uncle Bob walking home. Then just spent some time with Mom. After we went to bed our stupid hotel room decided the power would go out so the front desk called us and woke us up and made someone come up and cheek the power (I was pissed) - apparently you can't plug in a coffee pot or you will blow the fuse there...fail. But, at least the wifi there was good.
Saturday March 30 - Mom and Nicole and Bob all got up around 4am to head to the airport. It was sad and we cried :( I ended up checking out a little later and caught my own flight back here to Madrid. Sadly, they got back home to the US before I got back to Madrid (4 hour layovers suck). My taxi driver tried to convince me to go for drinks with him then didn't understand why I said no (you know you're in Spain when...). And of course, everyone and their brother was graciously waiting to greet me with a huge puff of smoke in the face (yay lung cancer).
And on that note - my host family is gone until the morning, so I am going to enjoy the little silence I have left. It's Easter and I made myself an omelet - there was no food in my house. I Skyped Keith and my family, got to join in the family party fun, even if it was through Skype. Tomorrow is homework day and then back to school on Tuesday :p Bleh.
43 days left!!
Friday March 22 - Flew into Rome and met up with my family in the airport baggage claim area. Mom cried and helped me get my obnoxiously colored bags :) We ended up taking a cab to our hotel and explored the city just walking around for the afternoon. Our hotel was pretty nice, although it was only 1 room it was divided very well and was comfortable for all of us to share.
Saturday March 23 - Visited the Colosseum, the Forum, and the Palatine. Got to learn more about each place and visited in-depth. Made friends with a family from Spain while in line to get tickets - the guy asked me what I knew about buying tickets (in English) and then relayed the info to his mom (in Spanish), so I just started talking back in Spanish while my mom captured the moment on film lol. I was a little disappointed that we couldn't get tickets to see the bottom and top levels of the Colosseum (buy your tickets ahead of time!!) but it was still nice to learn more from a guide. Went on a night bus tour with Mom, tour kinda sucked, but at least I got gellato lol
Sunday March 24 - Thought about going to the Vatican for Palm Sunday Mass, but there were way too many people there! So we ended up going to the Pantheon and getting Palms (which were olive tree branches) and then went with Mom to this simulator time machine tourist trap. Chased all over the city looking for a street vendor and finally found him thanks to a random kid I practically attacked walking down the road when I saw he had one of the vendor's works (thank god he was from the US...that would have been even more awkward).
Monday March 25 - Went to the Vatican with a tour group (Angel Tours) who after making us wait for a half hour in the pouring rain told us they actually didn't have tickets for us to get inside. We were pissed. So after walking back to the end of the normal entrance line we joined another tour group (Tickets4Fun) and did thankfully get to see the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's Basilica.
Tuesday March 26 - Took a bus from Rome to Florence. It rained, but I did find this amazing leather store. The workers were great and looked me up and down, pulled out a leather jacket and said "this will be the one" - turns out they were right, first one came home with me (I did try on lots of them), along with a lovely purse that will be perfect for professional use. Hotel was actually like an apartment - 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room with baby sized kitchen-type thing, but the wifi didn't work for crap so we were pretty out of communication with the world for a few days.
Wednesday March 27 - Took an amazing day trip through Tuscany with WalkAbout Tours. They were great! We visited 3 cities: Siena, San Gimignano, and Pisa - went on walking tours, had a wine tasting, climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa, visited an amazing church, and overall just had a great time. Met 2 other girls studying in Spain and we all agreed on the things we hate (so glad it's not just me).
Thursday March 28 - Spent the day with Mom shopping (got another purse) and then just looked for some various souvenirs for people. Mom got lost - not good - but she eventually got home and decided she is very happy living in the US (I agreed). Then just relaxed for the night.
Friday March 29 - Took a train from Florence to Venice. Accidentally booked a hotel way outside of the city and took us a few hours to figure out everything before we could actually get out and explore. It was a best Western, which was super nice because we each got our own room and it was an actual American-style hotel! Got some lunch before it started to pour rain. It was miserably cold so we ended up bailing and headed back to the hotel - Sadly I did not get to go on a Gondola ride - but pouring rain and worrying about falling into the freezing river wasn't quite how I had always pictured it. Got some dinner and threw peanuts at my Uncle Bob walking home. Then just spent some time with Mom. After we went to bed our stupid hotel room decided the power would go out so the front desk called us and woke us up and made someone come up and cheek the power (I was pissed) - apparently you can't plug in a coffee pot or you will blow the fuse there...fail. But, at least the wifi there was good.
Saturday March 30 - Mom and Nicole and Bob all got up around 4am to head to the airport. It was sad and we cried :( I ended up checking out a little later and caught my own flight back here to Madrid. Sadly, they got back home to the US before I got back to Madrid (4 hour layovers suck). My taxi driver tried to convince me to go for drinks with him then didn't understand why I said no (you know you're in Spain when...). And of course, everyone and their brother was graciously waiting to greet me with a huge puff of smoke in the face (yay lung cancer).
And on that note - my host family is gone until the morning, so I am going to enjoy the little silence I have left. It's Easter and I made myself an omelet - there was no food in my house. I Skyped Keith and my family, got to join in the family party fun, even if it was through Skype. Tomorrow is homework day and then back to school on Tuesday :p Bleh.
43 days left!!
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