The next 9 ½ hours on my flight to Miami (before connecting
back home to Atlanta) will certainly allow me ample time to think, write, and
reflect as I leave this country I have come to love so much. First I’ll fill
you guys in on what I’ve been up to my last few weeks in Spain and then I’ll
share some of my thoughts and conclusions about this experience. This is going
to be a very long entry my friends, so go grab a glass of wine or a cup of
coffee and settle in.
As to be expected, finals week was crazy. Since there are so
many cultural distractions in Sevilla during April it is all too easy to
neglect a month’s worth of work and then have it hit you like a ton of bricks
when you actually have to be tested on it. Granted, study abroad finals are
nothing compared to normal university finals but it was stressful all the same.
All 4 of my final exams fell on the last Thursday of finals week, I still had
to pack up my entire life into 2 (ok 3, I had to buy duffle to accommodate
purchases) suitcases, go out Thursday night to celebrate the last night of our
program, and be out of my homestay Friday. I also had to plan my post-program
travels, book hostels, organize finances, and coordinate train schedules for my
additional 10 days in Spain (although Roman did most of it for me). So yes, it
was stressful.
I will never forget my last night out with the people I have
come to love so much here in Sevilla. The entire night I was beaming so
brightly I thought I might explode with happiness as my whole world came
together and convened in Alfalfa (the city center). It was a perfect night. I
spent all day Friday packing (and recovering) then left with Roman to begin the
first leg of my travels in Merida, the capital of the Extremadura region in
Spain. We stayed in a gorgeous, brand new apartment with awesome feng shui,
a buddah, and a complementary bottle of champagne. The town was very quaint
with tons of history and ruins from the roman empire still in unbelievable
condition. We went on a night tour of an amazingly well preserved roman
amphitheater and old arena where gladiators used to fight. It was very guay
(cool).
Sunday afternoon Roman drove me over an hour away to another
small town where I could catch a bus to Lisbon, Portugal and continue traveling
around Spain and Portugal by myself. If there is anything I’ve learned about
myself since being in Spain, it’s that I’m not a city girl. That much has
become glaringly apparent after the extensive travel that I’ve done these past
4 months. Experiencing so many new places has allowed me to hone in on the fact
that nature, simplicity, open spaces, big mountains, and steep cliffs are what
call to me… not so much museums, cathedrals, and metropolitan areas. I
appreciate their significance, but I don’t yearn for their presence like I
yearn to be connected with my natural surroundings. Specifically, I’m referring
to the fact that the entire world seems to be in love with Lisbon and I was
quite surprised that I was rather impartial. I enjoyed my time there,
especially touring St. George’s Castle, but much like Barcelona, it’s not the
place for me. I like walking out my front door and seeing land, open spaces and
fresh air, not a maze of metro stations, bus stops, and buildings. Growing up
in Atlanta, I used to love big cities and find them so invigorating, so full of
life… but it seems my tastes have changed over the years.
PORTO, however. I loved Porto. Maybe because I love wine. Maybe because it is a free spirited artist
town. Maybe because it is totally unique and kinda funky. Or maybe because it
was just breathtakingly beautiful. The hostel I stayed in was a 100 year old
restored building turned into a contemporary art gallery with themed floors. My
floor was Portuguese writers, another was Portuguese painters, another
Portuguese architecture, and the last… I don’t remember. On my second day in
Porto my hostel (again, so awesome) somehow managed to pull some strings and
get me a completely complementary tour and port wine tasting at Graham’s Port
Winery, an extremely well respected winery whose port wine is distributed all
around the world.
Quick interjection for a fun fact: it turns out that my
uncle has met and knows personally the family that owns Graham’s. He owns his
own wine and liquor store in Atlanta and likes to have a personal connection
with the families whose products he carries. Family businesses supporting
family businesses, very cool.
Anyways, Porto was so lovely and I wish I could have stayed,
but northern Spain was calling and I couldn’t ignore the land of blue and green
any longer. So, I found myself once again waking before the sun and catching an
early morning train across the border from Porto up to Vigo in Galicia. From
Vigo, I took another train to my final destination, La Coruña, on the northern
coast of Spain. I was lucky enough to visit the northern coast of Cantabria in
early April and loved it so much I had to come back. Galicia is stunning, the
landscape and vegetation are SO GREEN from the rainy climate and the stark
contrast of the immense cliffs jutting into the deep blue water of the Atlantic
is truly awe-inspiring. The topography of Galicia is actually pretty similar to
that of Ireland. And bagpipes are popular in both places. And both have
excellent beer. In respect to the rest of Spain, the culture of Galicia is
definitely very distinct. The majority of my time in Galicia was spent walking
miles upon miles along the coast, touring the sites in my path, eating great
seafood, and breathing in the salty ocean air. There is something truly special
about the northern coast of Spain, a place I would recommend to anyone and
everyone without hesitation.
I stayed in Galicia for two nights before packing up my
things once again and returning home to Sevilla for a final and heart-wrenching
goodbye (..until next time). In one day I traveled 12 hours on two trains and
laterally traversed the entire country of Spain. Just watching the scenery
gradually evolve from bright green mountains and rivers to flat, dry expanses
of nothing, to gradually rolling foothills and acres of olive trees as I
traveled further and further south was enough to make the 12 hour ride worth
it.
Roman picked me up from the train station Saturday night and
the two of us went to pick up the rest of my luggage from my Senora’s house
where she had kindly let me store it while I traveled. Inma and I said our
heartfelt goodbyes to one another and then I went to spend my last two nights
in Sevilla with Roman in the house that he grew up in (but that his family
doesn’t live in anymore). On Sunday we went to his house in the country where I
was completely taken by the quantity of roaming kittens, terraces,
and gardens, all enveloped in the sweet aroma of orange trees. His dad had just returned from the coast with fresh fish and invited us to join him for
a late lunch. I was so excited to finally see Roman’s amazing house in the
Andalucian countryside and aside from the heavy rain, or maybe because of it,
it was a truly beautiful last weekend in Spain.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m gonna get hit pretty
hard by reverse culture shock upon my return to the states. However, despite
the fact that reality calls and I have to leave my fairy-tale life here in
Spain, I am genuinely excited to return to the comfort and familiarity of my
life back at home. Boulder is such a part of me and I feel its absence whenever
I’m gone for too long! Here is a little synopsis of some of the life lessons
I’m taking away from this experience:
2. My
happiness is intimately tied to having deep, meaningful personal
relationships, more-so, I believe, than for the average person. This has been tricky at times because friendships are often very dynamic and I depend on them as a sense of
stability. Before coming to Spain I was nervous about distancing myself
from that sense of stability because I didn’t think I would be able to
find friendships of the caliber I “needed” so far away and in such a short
period of time. That doubt, however, was shattered instantly upon my arrival here.
Not only did I learn that the friends that really matter are not going
anywhere, even if I do, but I also learned that I can meet people halfway
across the world and form amazingly strong relationships with them without any history at all. That
realization was perhaps one of the most liberating things I’ve learned
abroad. Before moving to Spain I never would have considered the
possibility of living in Europe by myself after graduation, but after this
semester I trust myself in a way I never have before. Moving to Spain for
a year in the near future is now becoming a very real possibility for me.
Here is a final tally of all the places I’ve traveled in the last 4
months:
Spain:
- Sevilla
- Cordoba
- Cadiz
- Granada
- Ronda
- Grazalema
- Barcelona
- Santander
- Laredo
- Bilbao
- Huelva
- Valencia
- Malaga
- Merida
- La Coruña
- Madrid
Other:
- Morocco (tangiers, tarifa, chefcheaoun)
- Prague
- Lisbon
- Porto
And now, one final hasta luego. I hope you've enjoyed reading about my life for the past 4 months. It's been an incredible journey :). xo