Living in Spain again is so weird. It feels different... theres no more hurting in my heart, but more of a peace.
I guess I needed to get away from the crazy-ness and worries for a few months. I was SO happy when I got off that plane after 10 hours... mainly cause I could feel my legs again and didn't feel like I was going to die. But, the sweetest sight in ALL the world was my parents waiting for me. They had HUGE smiles on their faces and Cid's tail was wagging like crazy. After giving mom and dad hugs I picked up "fish face" and loved on him. When I looked back at mom tears were running down her cheeks.. It reminded me of when I went to pick them up at the airport, we hugged at least 3 minutes. (:
IBC has really helped me grow... nothing like being home! All I could think of when I was there is the countdown and getting back.
All I can say is.. I'll never take advantage at the fact I get to travel the world and live in different countries.. and Spain will always have a place in my heart. I've learned tons from living here. Its taken me 2 1/2 years to get used to this wacky culture and to develop a love for this country.
I am SOOO overly blessed to be an MK. (:Mandi's Blurbs (:http://www.facebook.com/index.php?lh=f05e2e617784283e7d5da6a6b6e99beb&#!/profile.php?id=1569549785
