December 6, 2011
Day 74

Two weeks left in Spain! This time next Tuesday I will be somewhere over Canada on my final leg of my trip home (Newark to Seattle).
I can't believe how quick these three months have flown by. At first it felt like the days never ended; like there was 48 hours per day not 24. Now it feels like there are only 12. The days go by quicker than I can follow and I often get lost as to what day it actually is. To many people's amazement I am actually excited to come home though I will miss Spain very, very much and I do plan on coming back as soon as possible.
Why am I excited? Well I will be 21 six days after I get home. Now that is a big freaking deal, dude, big. Big enough to make anyone excited to go home. I will finally be able to drink in bars legally, I won't have to sneak in or make friends with the right people. I won't have to worry about asking friends to go buy me alcohol from the liquor store (soon the grocery store!). I won't have to worry about cops showing up at a party I am at and getting busted for drinking underage. It is going to be grand, I just know it! If it is anything like what I experienced here it is awesome. Of course here, in Spain, the cops really don't give a shit if you are drinking in public and the bars/clubs are open till 7am (serving alcohol the entire time). So there will be some differences but I am sure i can handle that.
Second, I am excited to go home because I miss my freaking animals. Yes, even the shit head dogs. Haha. I didn't realize how much I would miss fighting them for my bed, or miss getting jumped all over, or miss them barking at stupid shit but holy crap that is the first thing I started missing when I got here. I guess the saying is true, you never realize how much you'll miss something until it is actually gone. Thankfully, in my case, my animals were only gone for 3 months, not for forever. Got lucky there!
Third, I am excited to go home because I miss my family. And yes, I miss my animals more than I miss my family. Call me a bad person but that is how it always is with me. I think it has something to do with the fact that I can talk with my family (and thanks to Sykpe see them) but I can't talk with my cats or dogs. Sure, I can see them on Skype and try to talk to them but ya know, they don't respond. They look around lost and confused.
Fourth, I am excited to go home because I miss my friends. Sure, I made plenty of great friends here but nothing can ever replace the friends back home. The ones I spent every weekend with, the ones I texted constantly, every day about the most random bullshit. The ones I have the stupidest memories with like "bal-ance" and going to McDonald's at 5AM after partying and trying to order a McChicken and yelling at the guy behind the microphone because we couldn't order a McChicken. Those kinds of memories just don't happen with just anybody. It takes a certain type of person for those things to happen.
In other news, we got a Christmas tree yesterday. It is only like 3ft tall and looks totally fake but it's alright. Up north the family has a legit, massive tree and since they will be there for the holidays they didn't want to go all out for Christmas here since they won't be there. The tree was really only bought for Carmen, to make her happy since she kept asking for a tree. Nonetheless, it adds some Christmas cheer to the apartment and otherwise non-christmasy surroundings of the village. It's odd because most villages and cities here are all decked out for Christmas, with lights up and stuff, but I haven't seen any of that in Isla Cristina. Must be a village full of rare devil lovers or something strange like that. Maybe witches and wizards or crap I don't know... maybe they are just lazy. Who knows but the lack of Christmas cheer in this little village is retarded.
Oh yeah, by the way, Carmen is obsessed with my boobs. The other day she kept staring at them and pointing at my chest saying "GRANDE. GRANDE. GRAAAAAAANDE." then she would try to tickle my boobs. Funny little girl but awkward.