These past two-three weeks have been unbelievably busy and emotional. For that reason, I will try to keep this post short and sweet.
Last week (first week of May) I spent the week writing my research paper on the Cuban Revolution, which I received a wonderful grade on! I also spent this week socializing and take time to myself. I was obligated to say yes (because of my intercambio) to any invite I received from friends. I followed this command and I've got to say, I am glad my intercambio made me say yes to everything! I had the best weekend ever in Sevilla. I am not saying that it was that great because I was out all night. I was out all night, but mostly sitting next to the river and talking to friends.
This week, my last week in Sevilla was even more emotional. I completed sophomore year on Wednesday. Studying for those exams..well the one exam, was very hard to do because Sevilla is a very beautiful place. On Wednesday, I said "hasta luego" to the student I have been tutoring the past three months. On Thursday, I said "hasta luego" to all my children at the daycare I volunteered at. I was not prepared to sing the goodbye song for the last time without the children knowing that day was my last day. On Friday, I had to say "hasta luego" to everyone at the farewell tapas at school. Friday evening, I had to say the hardest "hasta luego" yet, to my intercambio. I think it is because I won't be able to see him until I come back to Spain. At night, I said a real "hasta luego" to my closest friends I made in Spain.
Since I had the weekend to myself, I told myself I'll do everything I have yet to cross of off my bucket list. Saturday, I visited Plaza de toros and climbed up La Giralda. On Sunday, my last day in Spain, I spent the morning with my Spanish mom in the countryside. We visited a monastery and went to a book fair. After, she treated me out to lunch at the club she is a member at. I came home and rested for a hour. I spent the late afternoon walking all through Sevilla reminiscing all my the memories I made with the city, both good and bad. I returned home and saw a gift on my bed. Marta, my Spanish mom, had bought a book from the book fair that the author signed. She also left a message for me! I opened it in front of her and started crying. I went back to packing and finishing up last minute tasks before I had to leave. Marta made a wonderful last dinner too.