I’m spending my last day in Europe here in Bilbao before I hit a 9:55 AM flight tomorrow (about 24 hours in planes and airports…) I’m kinda anxious because I feel in kind of a limbo. I’m mostly waiting for the long flight, and hoping I make all my connections. Also I hope I get some sleep.
I think I’m going to be over talkative with everyone back stateside…. Cashiers, Attendants, random people on the street. In my head I picture it going like this: “Oh hey! How are you? You speak English! SO DO I!!! Let’s be friends.”
This was my first time back to the city of Bilbao since I first arrived on July 5th. I thought it would be fitting to visit the Guggenheim as it was my first landmark in Spain. I’ve been through a lot, I’ve changed a bunch, and I’m more confident than I ever was before. I’m probably more excited for the future now than I was when I first got here.
Cheers, Spain been some good times.
It’s kinda obvious that I’m feeling some nostalgia leaving Spain…. It’s all bittersweet for me, and that’s the way I’d like to have it. I’d rather be sad leaving, and happy returning to America together rather than just the ladder or former.