If there were one day to be designated as the “beginning of the end,” I would say today would be that day. I woke up, after the truly unforgettable night I had last night, extremely tired, not knowing how much this day would get me emotional that my trip is coming to an end. My Spanish momma, Pepi, woke me up and told me I needed to clean up my room because a lady from the student housing program would be coming today to inspect my room for next semester students. 
This meant two things. 1) I was required to take down all the hometown newspaper articles and letters and funny cards that I have received while being here. Now my wardrobe closet is simply a wardrobe closet again… 2) I had to clean off the “shelf” bed of my bunk bed, the one I don’t sleep on. After I did this along, it didn’t feel like my room anymore. There wasn’t a messy layer of my school papers and Euros and iPod chargers and backpacks and clothes lying out to let me know I’m home. Before I left for class, I looked at my room and almost felt like an outsider, knowing that this home of mine would soon not be my home anymore, but contrarily knowing that this beautiful place would always be my home.
After the walk to the University, I walked into my last class for the semester. As my friend Phil perfectly stated, “I love it. That class lasted 12 minutes. Auxy (what we call our awesome Spanish professor) walked in 10 minutes late, and the other 2 was spent passing back our exams and then saying adios.” If someone would have told me my favorite class would be a class about Spanish phonetics and phonology, I would have laughed at them, but it truly was my favorite. I really learned the most and loved the professor and will never forget my hilarious presentation that my friend Nicolle and I put on for the class. “Bla ble bli blo blu!” After that, we all left the University for probably the last time, unless I decide to head back one more time next week before I leave. It hit me then, and it’s still hitting me now. It’s all about done.
After walking around with Erika and Phil for a bit, having time to kill before lunch because of the short class, I returned home for yet another amazing lunch from Pepi. Damn, I am going to miss that woman. I was her kid from day 1, and I know she will always have me in her heart after I leave. Yeah, we’ve had our disputes. I’ve fought with her about how to make the bed, I’ve been yelled at for taking too long of a shower, and I’ve been mad at her for turning off the internet when she goes to bed, but I love her all the same. It all has definitely showed me how much of an American I am, and how much more there is to this crazy world than just me, myself and I. She’s showed me I always need to be considerate of others in every aspect of life.
After lunch, I took one of my last true Spanish siestas. Damn, I am definitely going to miss those. Of course it wouldn’t be complete without the construction going on in the apartment next door, but I was exhausted enough to overcome the noise and I fell asleep almost immediately. I think the
Eventually dinner time rolled around, and by dinner time I mean 
some laughs and reminisced about the crazy amazing times we’ve had in Spain. We all leave next week. It’s crazy. I already can’t wait to meet up again with them, no matter where and when. They’re family now, and I’ll never forget them.
After dinner, I received a text from my friend Nicolle that they all wanted to see me one last time, because they would be all flying the next day. So I hurried across town to ‘Calle Betis’ to meet up with them one last time. I’m sad that I wasn’t better friends with her and the people in her program earlier in the semester, but like I said before, I’m extremely grateful to ever have been unexpectedly paired up with her in the first place to do our class presentation. Yet again, we shared some stories and laughs about our times here, and how we’ll never be the same again and how this experience will forever impact our lives. When we left, I wished them farewell. I’ve never been a fan of goodbyes. I say enjoy the time you have with someone as if it’s the last. If it’s not, feel grateful when you reunite again. And whether or not you never see that person again, if they’re important enough, they’ll always leave a little bit of themselves on your heart.
After we parted ways, there was nothing left to do but what I
do best. So sure enough, I suited up the coat, gloves, and iPod, and started strolling toward home. One of the best things about being out late at night in
Everything from the day eventually brought me home, where I now find myself under my 400 covers and pink comforters in my non-heated room, yet warm at heart and smiling. There’s nothing left to say for the evening. I don’t have some grand conclusion
to spill. It’s been an amazing day, but I still don’t have life figured out. I don’t have some end-all be-all answer that sums up the purpose to the madness. But I do know that it’s fun finding out a little bit more with each day. So maybe after all, it’s not the beginning of the end. It’s just another amazing day in Seville. Ahora, a dormir… *Besos* Ry
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