Episode 23, 6/24/09-6/25/09 – It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday…aka the final Brownie con Sandy.

Like all good things, Spain had to come to a close. My intention really isn’t to do a whole lot of philosophizing about all the things I learned from the trip. I promised I would detail all of my experiences and present them as written word, so I’ll just do that to close off this journal. Expect maybe a few more posts detailing specific cultural commentary every once in a while, perhaps. Other than that, I am done. A special thanks goes out to the dedicated people who follow this blog and who keep in touch with everything I’m doing during the summer. But one last thought: this certainly has been a trip. I feel like the person I was stepping out into the streets of Sevilla is not the same person boarding the plane back to England. I’ve changed. All of my experiences, both the horrifying and the wonderful, have shaped me. I’ve changed. That’s all I can say. Most of all, I want to give thanks for the beautiful and deep friendships I’ve made on this trip – friendships that I hope will last forever. Anyways, back to the details of how this trip ended and as to my plans from here on out.

Friday was the last day I would spend with my friends before leaving for London the next day. As such, we wanted to make the most of it, so Sarah devised lots of fun activities for us to do to keep us entertained. That Thursday I spent the majority of the day with the tios, Nick and David, wandering around El Centro, I had to say goodbye to my Mecca, FNAC, and buy a Paradise Lost CD. After that, we meandered to the river and walked along Paseo de Cristobal Colon, on one of the hottest and most beautiful days of the year. We went back to Graffiti Bridge (no, not the Prince movie) and sat and looked at the art. Then we walked and absorbed the heat of the sidewalks and the coolness of the shades under the trees near the river, interspersing conversation with periods of quiet glances at the sparkling water. It was just how I wanted to remember my last days in Sevilla, so it was excellent. Thursday night we went to Colloniales, a famous tapas bar. I was in a noxiously bad mood, the cause of which I won’t go into here, so I left early to sleep it off. No reason to ruin my final memories of Sevilla, right?

Friday was the jam-packed finale to the symphony of Sevilla. I woke up early to go shopping with Katie, Sarah, Holli, Frenchie (Benji again), Bobbie, Caitlin, and Tiffany. We got a lot done, and Caitlin and Bobby (literally) took bits of Sevilla with them. I bought some last final gifts: one really metal lookin’ bracelet from a gypsy fo myself, a really cheap yet high quality fan for my mom, and one more shotglass (who for still to be determined). I went back to school to check my email, went to lunch back at “home,” then reunited at Burger King for the final Brownie con Sandy. Brownies con Sandy had become our official mascot of the trip for our group, so we bittersweetly chowed down on these delectable Spanish treats before going back to the states where they don’t have this mystical dessert.

And characteristically for our group, we went to TGI Fridays to celebrate in American style, our last time together being able to drink below 21 lol! The whole group was there (even Stephanie came back in time from Ronda to join us!). I said goodbye to Greg and Nick and David at the time (though I’d see the tios a little bit afterwards, story pending). Afterwards, the majority of us went shopping one last time. I visited JVC, Pull & Bear, then El Corte Ingles with everybody before I had to go back home. It was sad, saying goodbye in Corte Ingles to all of these people who I had come to know so well. I won’t get too sentimental, because hopefully I’ll see them in a month or two, but we all felt here that a good thing was coming to a close. I went back home. Then, because David had been borrowing “Wuthering Heights” and I needed something to read on the plane, I reunited a final time with Nick and David to pick up the book, said goodbye, and then walked back to la casa to pack up. It was especially sad, these final goodbyes. But I know that this is only the beginning of the friendships that I have made here. The best is yet to come.

I won’t bore you with all the details, but I said a strange/awkward goodbye to my señora, glad that our strange relationship was finally over. I went to the airport, got on a plane and ended up in England. As to the future of this blog, I think I’ll continue it in England. Goodbye Spain, and thank you.

FIN.