The wifi is down, as usual, so I'm sitting in the hall where the cable is. My new host mom Ana Maria poked her head out of the kitchen to ask what I want for lunch on Saturday, my last day here. Everything. Really what I want every day for the rest of my life is tortilla española, but that's not the point.
I don't want to go back and redo anything, and I'm grateful for that. I'm really happy with how my semester went. There were a few things I wanted to do but couldn't because of either time or money, but if I'd done those things, valuable or not, I wouldn't have done what I did, which is more valuable. That said, if I could change something, I wouldn't have gotten sick. Just as my cough was FINALLY going away I got hit by this dumb strep/cold thing and I've been out of commission all week. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my last week, but it's better to have spent all semester running around outside and being inside the last week, than to have stayed inside all day, every day and suddenly realize it's my last week here. That's how some people are feeling right now.
One more exam, a goodbye party tomorrow night, and all the tapas I can squeeze into my mouth.
Me and my padre! Don't be fooled, he's quite jolly normally.
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