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I have been home from Spain for almost two months now. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was packing up my room in Alcala so excited to get back to Hawaii. The journey home was a long one. I stopped in Dublin, Ireland before getting back to the states. After two more stops I finally made it to San Francisco where I stayed for the night. It was the first time I had been alone in months, it felt good to just relax and have some time to myself before getting on my last flight. It was so nice to be home. Seeing my friends and family, having the food I like, getting to dry my clothes in a dryer. All of this among the other things that I missed so much. Then after being home for a few weeks and getting back into the old routine I started to miss Spain. I missed the people in my group that I had become such good friends with, I missed speaking Spanish and forcing myself to go out of my comfort zone. It took the entire three months to get fully comfortable living in Spain and by the time everything was normal to me I was on my way home. The experience was amazing, I learned so much about the country and people, I also learned a lot about myself along the way. I had to be outgoing in Spain and do things that I wasn't always comfortable doing. I have always been told how independent I am, but I have never really felt that that was true, I have always had good people in my life to depend on and I have always been taken care of. In Spain I really did feel independent and I gained a lot of life experience from living there. I will never forget my time in that country. Doing this blog was something my mom forced me to do. An avid blogger herself, she wanted to keep up with everything I was doing. I never was that excited about doing it, I posted every week just for the people who wanted to keep in touch. Now that I look back at old posts and pictures, I couldn't be more grateful for my online journal. A few weeks ago my house got broken into. Everything important to me is gone. The most significant was my laptop containing all my pictures from Spain. We kept saying we needed to get them printed, and I knew I should have my computer backed up somewhere, but of course you just think you have time. I cried for days thinking about all the pictures I would never see again. My group has been really good about emailing me their pictures but its not the same. My only comfort has been to look on my blog and see my photos. I know that down the road I can still look back and read how I felt and see old photos and the memories will come flooding back. Im so grateful that I was able to live in Spain and have the experiences that I had. 

Now onto my next adventure....