Going into week 9. That means 2 weeks left. Crazy. I feel so dumbfounded, not knowing if I should be excited to go home, or sad to leave. My emotions are going insane right now. Just thinking about going back into the states, not able to ((legally)) drink, where I can't walk around at any time knowing I'm completely safe or have 3 course meals with wine; I can't see those old couples hand in hand, knowing relationships and the family virtue are still kept treasured; unable to call a friend at 5am knowing he'll gladly run around the city until randomingly finding me because I don't know where I am; not able to have a reason in the first place to be outside at 5am..without a curfew because of the typical, Spanish nightlife..2 weeks left. Excited to go home, and sleep in the comfort of my own country, own home, own bed...where I can easily jump into the car at 3am, drive to JackNtheBox, knowing it's still open, and grab those 2 crunchy tacos with all the grease and the Soy meat and hot sauce splashed all over it..if I wanted any type of fast food out here that actually tasted like fast food, I'd have to take a bus for two hours from Salamanca to Madrid, and a metro train for 20 minutes, between the hours of 10am and 8pm, for the only Taco Bell that exists, in a building labeled "Mexican Food"....Only 8 weeks have passed and I can easily tell that Spain has its priorities straight, while America on the other hand...doesn't.

This past week, we went to the bull ring. Unfortunately, we didn't see a real bull fight, but we were taught basic moves and how "artistic" it is. Some art, watching a bull die, slowly, painfully..I guess. We also visitied Segovia and the inspiration to the Disneyland castle (although, our art teacher says it's actually somewhere else) It was beautiful. This upcoming weekend I'll be going to Barcelona! Can't wait :)