Transitioning

So now that I have been back in the States for almost a week, let me just say it is weird to be back.  I keep having mixed emotions.  At some points I can't even believe that I am home, and it hits me at really weird times like yesterday I was sitting on the couch and I was surprised that I was actually sitting in my own house.  And then when I realize that I am actually home I am so happy that I am home.  And then at other times, like during the day when I'm really bored and wasting way too much time on Facebook and other pointless things I wish I was back in Spain walking the streets, going for ice cream, sitting in El Campo Grande, or touring a new city.  I really miss Valladolid and the atmosphere of the whole town.  I loved how it was set up where everyone just walked places and you would go outside and see someone walking.  There would usually always be something going on at the Plaza Mayor, and I miss the conveniences of meeting people there and having a glass of wine or something. Here no one walks anywhere, but that's because Batavia isn't really set up as a walking town.  


Overall though the transition has been good.  When I first got home last Saturday I was surprised by all my friends from home.  I literally had no idea, but my parents were so sweet and invited them and my mom also made my favorite dessert and so we were able to talk and catch up.  It was so nice.  

Then the next day my dad grilled burgers for us and they tasted so good because I hadn't had a burger in forever!  Other foods that I missed in Spain that I was happy to have again here were peanut butter, cereal, and real flavored chips, like cheetos.  In Spain they would have really weird flavored chips, like jamon(ham), or Salsa, so it was nice to taste chips that tasted like real chips.  


For breakfast though, I have stuck with the usual breakfast that I had in Spain, two pieces of toast with butter and jam.  I never thought I would, but I had really grown to like that breakfast.


But, here in the states I am happy to have my shower again.  In Spain we would have to shower with this sprayer thing, so we would have to hold it, and then turn off the water when we shapooed to save water.  Now it is nice to not have to do either of those things.


One thing I did learn for the trip though is that I can live on a lot less.  My wardrobe for the whole six weeks consisted of only a few  bottoms, tops, and a couple dresses, but it worked!  No one really cared if you wore the same shirt in the same week or anything and it also motivated me to be more creative with what I had.  Everything was a lot smaller sized and simpler, which was nice to live with for six weeks.  

So I guess this is my last post for this blog.  Thanks to everyone who read along!