Growing up I had always been fortunate enough to not only travel the country but as well as parts of the world. Our family vacations to various states, Mexico, Jamaica, and several Caribbean countries made me experience other cultures that differ from my own. Once I entered high school I immediately knew I was very interested in the Spanish language. As soon as my teacher passed out the packets to go to Spain I could not wait to get home. Mom and Dad were a problem at first. I myself going out of the country with 13 other students and only two teachers freaked them out a bit. As soon I asked them I bet they could feel their pockets emptying. I knew it was a ton of money and I thought it wasn’t fair that my parents weren’t going and they had to pay for me (secretly I was really fine with it) so we made a deal. I would pay for my spending money if they paid for my trip. The time from when I knew I would be going and until June 17, 2009 arrived was only anticipation. June 17, 2009 would be the day that changed my life.
Going to the Spain meetings were frankly horrible. First of all, I was one of two sophomores going and the rest were juniors who had more experience in Spanish than me. Second of all, I knew no one. I thought the more meetings I went to the better friends we would be. No, didn’t happen. The day we left was really the first day we all talked together as a group. Leaving my family was hard, but really I couldn’t wait to leave. The plane ride was so long we all became friends. Once we were in Spain I became like a little girl who just received her first Barbie doll; I couldn’t be happier. The first week we traveled all around Spain. We went to Madrid, Granada, Toledo, Sevilla, Segovia, and lastly Murcia and Lorca. Lorca would be my new home for the week to come. Leaving all my new friends and going to a Spanish family was terrifying. Getting into the car with the father and my new sister was extremely awkward at first. Eventually though I became right at home with their family. The family I stayed with opened a whole new world for me and taught me how the ways of their traditional Spanish family. I still keep in touch with my family which I believe is incredible. The food was another cultural shock. Octopus, squid, and rabbit are not what I like to call traditional food. The architecture simply amazed me. The Gothic cathedrals we visited were extremely well constructed and beautiful. My experiences in Spain changed my entire view of my life in the United States.
If I had to pick the most memorable experience I had would have to be with my family. The plazas, beaches, churches, and other gorgeous architecture they showed me have stuck with me ever since. These experiences shaped my life. This summer I had a girl from Spain living with me; and she made my memories come flooding back to me. I am so obsessed with Spain that some of my passwords for various internet sites is spainismyfavoriteplace. Yes, I love Spain that much. Six-hundred words are not nearly enough for me to explain all of the places I he activities I did, and all the friends I made during this trip of a lifetime.
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