Perhaps the hardest thing about maintaining a travel blog – especially this kind of travel blog, where I dont really write for the readers as much as I just write for myself – is that at a certain point things just arent different anymore. I get into a routine, a life, and I dont feel the need to explain about the weirdos on the metro, or almost getting run over, or screwing up words or something like that because it’s just part of my life. It’s unfortunate though, because those experiences are just as valid now as they were when I first arrived… heck, maybe they are even more so, because if I actually catalogued them I would probably recognize just how much I have changed or learneda long the way.
That being said, especially after not speaking Spanish for 10 days, I am quite fastinated with my level of Spanish. Don’t get me wrong, I am no where near the level that I had hoped I would be by the end of my program, but I am quite amazed by my developments. My words come so quickly, and even though they aren’t right, and I’m pretty sure I have a habit of just not conjugating my verbs, I really can say what I want to pretty rapidly. It’s pretty invigorating, and makes me really regret that I couldn’t get into a spanish class for the fall. I really need to look into getting involved in /something/ Spanish over the summer and fall back at home. I can’t let this all go away.
Obviously, I was on Spring Break for the past week in a half and it was unbearably amazing. It’s all in my real journal. Maybe I’ll blog it later – Jolene and I had some hysterical adventures. 
Hedgehog still smells like Eric’s cologne, for which I am very thankful. He’s picking me up from the airport when I get back to the States. I am beginning to become a ball of nerves. Everything seems so fragile, I feel like every minute is just… loaded. I will miss sunny Barcelona very, very much. I will miss people from my program… I will miss this second life that I have created. Literally, I now have two lives and it is very scary to think that when I leave Barcelona that one life will actually, completely end. There will be no coming back. It’s hard to imagine… in fact, I think I would rather not. Thank god Madison will be beautiful weather as well.
I bought three tangerines today for 33 cents. I almost paid with some of my left over kuna.
Love and fuzzy stuff,
Ash
