El ultimo dia...

I am currently skipping class because today we don´t have Maria Luisa, we have a substitute. I´m here to tell you that eso no es mal, es fatal. My last day of class, the last two hours of the day, and no Maria Luisa. I´d feel a lot worse except she is joining a group of us tonight for dinner, so it´s bascially ok. The substitute is nice, but she´s just doesn´t have the energy and entertainment factor necessary for the last two hours of class on the last day. So here I am writing to you...

I don´t have much to say other than I have enjoyed my time here in Valencia, I have learned much and spoken more Spanish that I ever thought possible. I´m still not as bilingual as I´d like to be, but I guess I´ll just have to be patient. I´ve met many new people from all over Europe (and some from the US), and that´s always a good thing.

But the truth is, I am ready to come home. It seems like I have the same feeling everytime I travel internationally--there is so much of my own country that I´ve never seen, and I think my future travels may be contained within my own cultural borders. Plus, the actual JOURNEY has gotten to be a real annoyance for me. Perhaps it´s old age... There really aren´t enough fashion magazines in the world to make a 24 hour travel period endurable for me anymore.

I´m looking forward to our big Espanole(!) dinner tonight, and tomorrow I will travel around the city one last time, pack my bags, and go to sleep early. Sunday my first flight leaves at 8:30 am and I´m going to arrive at the airport at 6:30 am, and it will be midnight when I finally get HOME.

Yay! Thanks for reading!

leslie