Goodbyes are difficult

I had a lot of time on the train to write so I thought I'd copy my journal entry from my last night in Sevilla.

So I'm on the train to Madrid starting out my last European adventure. last night was my last with my host family. All day kate and i had been saying that we were ready t go home but after last night we looked at each other and said "No Puedo" I was soooo lucky to have the perfect roomie and house family. Sure isa liked the microwave but their openness to us made up for any faults.

We went to take picutres with isa in the park and every photo seemed to catch her personality exactly. The whole time she was cracking jokes and saying "cheese", and "Patata" repeatedly. Then we waited for Ale to get home and went out for a special dinner. I had this chicken roll and we all shared papas with salsa. it was so good. Over an amazing DESSERT Isa began to tell us how much she was going to miss us when we leave. She told us that we were her best group yet. Now, yes, it seems like they would always say this but this lady tells it how it is. No beating around the bush. She explained how we all just clicked...and it is so true. From the very first day it was comfortable. Ale said that they wanted their house to feel like a home and not a hotel. They made it just that for us.

After our fun meal we headed back to the house. Instead of heading straight to bed, they came in our room for a good hour because they knew they wouldn't see me again. We laughed and joked and then it was time to say goodbye :(. Isa kept repeating "make sure you come back" "You can stay here any time". Ale told us how hard this part was for him and pretended he was going to sleep on top of Kate's luggage so he didn't have to leave. I parted with a hug and "besitos" from Ale and about 10 million kisses from Isa. Her hug was so tight I thought she was going to suck me in. In the background I could hear Ale chanting "llora, llora" cry, cry... he is such a goofball. she was about to leave when she turned around swiftly and said, "don't get married until AT LEAST 27...you are young and beautiful you don't need a man." She was completely serious in all of this. She added, " if someone tries to propose to you say 'TOMA de mi madre espanola'" as she threw up her middle finger. Kate and I died laughing. Isa continued "tell them to skype me and I'll do it" as she jumped around yelling "done estas , donde estas...TOMA" Kate replied that Isa didn't need to worry about me because she was going to come back old and unmarried. Isa replied "posible pero Kristen esta enamorada". Ale chimed in that I was going to come back with a husband and "mini-Kristineee". This last little advice session was the perfect parting gift from our feminist, man hating madre...so funny.

I said goodbye at least ten more times then headed to bed. I don't know how Kate and I got so lucky but I wouldn't have changed our living situation for anything.

I will never forget those hilarious lunches with Ale and Kate or those crazy long dinners listening to Isa go off on long but interesting rants. I have learned more this semester than any other.

Didn't I just get here?