At Some Point It Ends.

After much adventure, exploration, many late nights and new friends, the semester has ended. 

My bags are swollen and full. In just two bags on the floor of my small apartment are all the clothes I wore, the shoes I walked and danced in, and all the small pieces of home that I brought along with me. In two bags is everything I have lived with, and lived in, for the last four months.

I’m leaving Barcelona. I’m not leaving home. I’m not going home. I’ve always been home.

My departure comes on the heels of what has been one of the best weekends of the semester. Julianna and three of her friends, whom I have the pleasure of calling my friends as well, came from Florence to visit me in Barcelona for the weekend. It was the perfect way to finish what’s been a wonderful semester abroad.

Having friends visit was great for a number of reasons. Of course it’s so nice to see familiar faces and share meaningful time with meaningful people, but what’s also great is the chance to show them all your favorite places, to share the wonder of the city you have come to know and love, and also to see it through new, fresh eyes. So here’s a huge thank you to Julianna, Jacqueline, Lauren, and Sarah for exploring the city with energy and passion, for staying up way too late, for forgiving me when my guide skills failed, for being fun and youthful and inquisitive, and for being awesome in general. Thanks guys.