I cast off for my adventure in Spain in five days. The feelings are ones of stress, excitement, and occasional nausea. There are so many little things to be worried about that I fear I am overlooking the big picture. I AM GOING TO SPAIN!
I think Spain is going to be absolutely mind-blowing. I'm sure it'll take me at least two days for the reality of my location to sink in. The culture is going to be much more refined than it is here in the U.S. I can't wait to live in a place where people walk to school and work as opposed to driving their car. I imagine a vast, beautiful campus with wide-open courtyards and aged brick buildings.
For the trip in general, I expect to settle in relatively quickly. I hope my host mother is willing to put up with my eccentricity and bad jokes. I hope that we find a way to communicate. I'm sure she will be patient with me and my broken Spanish. Worst case scenario, I will just have to rely on my college Spanish book a little more heavily than anticipated.
I am most excited for meeting people. People who travel seem to all be so unique. I am looking forward to meeting a new group of classmates. Not to mention to be thrown into a group where no one knows each other is extremely refreshing. I am also looking forward to the three day weekend. No plans are set for me at this point, but that makes it all the more thrilling.
My biggest fear is homesickness. I know I am going to miss my family. I see them so often that being apart from them with limited communication is going to be a bit of a shock at first. I am going to miss my friends too of course, but hey, that's why we kids have Facebook.
