I have to say that being in Barcelona is a blessing. The amount of stuff I have experienced, the countless nights with friends, the 100s of pictures taken, traveling to other cities and countries, reading Spanish newspapers, taking strolls along the Mediterranean and number one, growing as a man and an individual. I just recently finished class with the re-realization that it is nothing wrong with a man shedding a tear - for in fact - I am exceptionally blessed and equally grateful. This time is very reminiscent of my days when I lived in Italy and had a host grandmother, mother, father, brothers and a beautiful little sister. I remember looking at my host family’s smiling faces before I began walking through the Alghero airport security lines as my host father yanked me back and showed me that it was acceptable to cry for my experiences with them were incredible and fulfilling. Today, I got that same feeling. These last few months in Barcelona have been amazing. A great host mother who I absolutely admire and love for her strength and hospitality, nine great friends and a ‘guardian angel’ that have made this experience even more incredible and the everyday experiences that I have grown through. Indeed, our experiences make us. Could I possibly assess my life today and tomorrow if I discount and deny yesterday’s experiences? No, so why not make the most of them?
So it’s official and the countdown has begun. 17 more days for most of my ‘Barcelonian Buddies’ and 20 more days for myself living in the Barcelona life. I will make the most of these days. I will continue seizing, dreaming, sharing and capturing theses moments of life. I am blessed. Thank you Barcelona. Thank you family. Thank you Language & Culture. Thank you CIEE. Thank you god.
