Or, lessons in "you can't go home again." Eight and a half hours after leaving the beautiful Terminal 4 of the Madrid Barajas Airport (pictured below), I landed in JFK. After a two hour traffic-filled ride, we turned onto Ballard Drive. Greeted by Colby, flowers, balloons, and cheesecake, it was a warm welcome-home!
I'm adjusting to the non-Spanish Google, earlier dinners, tipping at restaurants, driving a car, one-course lunches, an unlimited-text-messaging cell phone plan, doing my own laundry, and reversing other newly-learned habits. My first neighborhood run was weird with wide tree-lined streets, shorter separated houses (rather than towering apartments), and fresh air! Heading back to Hall High School and Vassar to see old friends was also quite a culture-shock. I'm satiating my Spanish cravings with some of my homemade gazpacho and Whole Foods' queso manchego. Hopefully it will hold me over 'til next time...
Thanks to all who read (or mocked!) my blog, wrote to me, sent care packages, and visited me in Spain -- I've had the time of my life, and I can't wait to share pictures and stories with everyone! Adios!
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