This final (probably) post about España is possibly the toughest one to write because my month there, short as it was, was probably one of the most life-changing experiences I’ve ever had. And, it’s difficult to write about experiences like that without relying on a host of cliches.
How can I talk about what I had seen, what I had done? The complex, spicy, meaty taste of chorizo in my mouth? The cool air brushing my face as I stare upon a ice-clear lake high in cloud-wreathed mountains? The sudden joy that overtakes you when you find gaita-players in the streets? The wonder of seeing a Dalí or Picasso in full color and life-size?
But my thoughts always run back to the people, the people who made my trip what it was. My newfound friends and fellow learners and explorers in this new country, the teachers who eased all ruts and helped my español become better, and the new family I discovered in Spain.
So, this last, real post about my time in Spain is for you all. Every. Single. One. Of. You.