Old words written on a piece of cardboard

I figured I'd share this. I wrote these phrases scattered on a piece of random cardboard near the start of this crazy thing they call a semester abroad. It may not make complete sense. It does to me.

I woke up to snow this morning, fell asleep to that familiar orange sky, a Skype picture of the family clearly portrayed in my memory, my Snoopy calendar reminding me what love is in more than one way (12 to be exact), the comforts of home. I treat myself better here, let myself go. Maybe Kristin is right. It's nothing more than a trip, but nothing less than a long term emergence experience. I wake up every morning, look out my window with surprise. Yep, I'm still here. I find myself simply wanting to be with the family, do what they do, I guess because I have no schedule of my own to follow, nothing lined up. I panic a little. While it will never be home, it is mi casa now and that's no dream. 

(About our first visit to the university)

It was as if we were works of art, statues in a great but new exhibit. As they passed, they attempted to observe us and make some meaning, each individual with an opinion about us as our blank stares glared past them in our own attempt to convey an undistinguishable message to the masses. We didn't even know what our faces said, but I'm sure they were interpreted.

This month, love is walking hand in hand, in case you were wondering. 

I just listened to John Mayer's "Stop This Train" for the 70-millionth time. This time, I caught these lyrics...

Once in a while, when it's good

It'll feel like it should

And they're all still around

And you're still safe and sound

And you don't miss a thing

'Til you cry when you're driving away in the dark

I don't want to be that be. I don't want to regret my experience this time. Maybe it's all how I look at this trip. I mean, come on, I am in Spain. Pretty awesome, huh? This wasn't news, more like olds. Actual news next time. Until then hasta luego : )