Beyond the bounds of possibility

I have four weeks left here. That seems so unreal, so infeasible, so "beyond the bounds of possibility." It's like a have a life here. And it's normal, I've reached a point where I saw no end in sight. Why would it end, it's my life. I forgot completely about what I left behind in the US. And I mean all the little parts, the details of that far-away life. Not the people of that life, not my family and friends, although some of those people are like fuzzy pictures in my head. 10 months is a long time when you've only lived 17 years.

There's things, and feelings I love about my Spanish life and others I will be happy to leave behind.

But right now I'm just stuck in this sense, this wavery feeling of unrealness. I cannot comprehend that it is ending. It wasn't easy, this year was without a doubt the hardest of my life. But I don't have even a wisp of resentfulness for coming here. I've changed so much as a person. I don't remember who I was before, but I'm happy with who I am now. I know it was the hardest emotional experiences of my life that I dealt with this year that transformed me.

Laying on the cold tile floor with my youngest sister today I started to think about all these things. She had her head resting on my stomach and I had my arm wrapped around her, and I just wanted to cry. My family here has done so so much for me.. and I am going to miss them so much. Plus, I can never give them enough gratitude for everything they have done, the opportunities they have given me. Without them taking me in, I would have been home in December when I needed to switch families.

My time on exchange has changed my perspective on life. The way I see other culures and languages, the way I see Europe and the world, understanding other people's ways of life. An Exchange Year is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I think it's a shame more people don't do them.

To close, I will leave you all with something written by another exchange student somewhere. (Sadly I don't have a name to give them credit.)

"A year has passed and now we stand on the brink, of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything and yet nothing being the same. In a couple of weeks we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears,we will say goodbye to people who were once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left.We will leave our best friends to return to our best friends.

We will go back to the places we came from, and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before. We will come into town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will seem like only yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become. You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago don't seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will completely understand...

Just weeks from now we will leave. Just weeks from now we take down our pictures, and pack up our clothes. No more going next door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends whose random e-mails and phone calls will bring us to laughter and tears this summer, and hopefully years to come. We will take our memories and dreams and put them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.

Just weeks from now we will arrive. Just weeks from now we will unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best friend's house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us to laughter and tears over the year. We will unpack old dreams and memories that have been put away for the past year. In just weeks we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and still keep each other close. And somehow, in some way, we will find our place between these two worlds.

In just weeks."

Mil gracias por leer mi blog, Besos,
Lani

May 16

First, I just wanted to share that video. You don't have to understand Spanish to get the message of the beautiful song and dancing. I love that video and Pablo Alboran (the singer) so much, I can't even put it into words.

Anyways, I'm off to Barcelona today! I am so so so excited to be going to this vibrant, fascinating city that all the Spaniards say is a must-see in Spain. I will be exploring Barcelona with four of my very good friends, what could be better?

Now, I wanted to share a story that happened the other day on the beach. My friends Solveig and Roosa were visiting me, and we went to a nearby town called Punta Umbria famous for its beaches. We had navigated our way there and everything, and had chosen a spot on the beach right next to a bunch of families with lots of little kids. We had a wonderful time swimming in the ocean, eating ice creams on the sand; you know, and when we were finally packing up to leave, suddenly one of the mothers that had been alongside of us began screaming "Lucia! Lucia! LUCIA!!" There was a clear face of panic on both the mother's and father's faces. Just a moment before, we had been watching the little girl drink from an oversized water bottle. She was adorable, 3 years old, with little black curls, and a pink frilly bikini. Now she was gone. The mother said she had taken off running down the beach. As soon as the parents started to scream her name, people all around us began to arise from their sun-comas, their towels and chairs. People began to stand up and look around. Minutes passed. The likelihood that we would find this little girl seemed to get slimmer by the second. There were hundreds of thousands of people on that beach (it's HUGE) and the Atlantic Ocean was right there.

I remember little moments from this experience. I remember seeing the father of this little girl running frantically up and down, crossing in front of us many times, his forehead glistening with sweat. Minutes later; the sweat pouring down his face in big droplets; that man never stopped running. People running up to the mother, exchange cell phone numbers, and setting off to help search. Everyone was standing up at this point. Everyone was looking. There was not a single person thinking about anything else than finding this little girl. That was the most beautiful thing for me. Seeing all of us work together. The parents were frantic, but they didn't have to ask anyone of us to help them. We just all did it. A search team of more than 200 people set off along the shoreline. Somebody said they saw her run to the left, so they went that way. Solveig, Roosa, and I went upwards towards the entrance to the beach. We tried to think as if we were 3 years old, what would interest us? Where would we run to? We searched on porches and and all around the entrance area, but came up empty. I think at this point it was about 15 minutes after Lucia had first disappeared. We walking back down towards the ocean, and saw a strange phenomenon. More than 300 people were walking back down towards our spot. We knew something had happened, but from far away we couldn't see the expressions on their faces. We stopped and watched the procession of people. At the end came the mother, little Lucia in her arms, crying and saying "La encontramos, gracias, gracias a todos." (We found her, thank you, thank you all.)

It was such an emotional moment. I started crying, as did many others. We had been imagining the pain and horror in our own lives if we had a 3 year old child and couldn't find her. But now we could be calm. With the help of every single person on that beach; the tourists, the natives, the world-travelers, the students, the little kids... we had found her. A little girl nobody knew personally, but that didn't matter. We knew what we had to do, and we did it. And I'm sure that mother and father have never been more grateful. And I will never forget all the beauty I saw in people working together that day. Nor will I ever forget little Lucia.

Those are those moments. Those little Spain moments that will be forever burned in my mind.

Thanks for reading guys, Besos;
Lani

La Romeria and My Birthday

This year, I had a birthday that I will never forget. I was pretty lucky this year, because not only did my birthday fall on a Friday, but it also happened to be the same day as the biggest celebration of my town. It's called La Romeria, and lasted Friday-Saturday-Sunday.
 *This post includes lots of little video clips and pictures, YAY!

La Romeria translates in English as a religious pilgrimage. It's a Catholic celebration that consists of a trip (in cars, floats, horseback, or on foot) that ends at a sanctuary or in our case, a church. It is an all day celebration that goes on well into the night.

Here's an interesting fact- the word "Romería" comes from "romero," meaning those traveling towards Rome.

It was fascinating for me to do that research just now to give you all the history and meaning behind the trip, because I've actually lived the experience and I can say it really is like Wikipedia says. I went into the weekend really having no idea what I was doing or what La Romeria even meant, but now all the pieces are falling into place for me :).

What I experienced was arriving to a street filled up and down with the majority of people in floats, some on horseback, and many walking (like me). We walked behind a sculpture/representation of the virgin (hence the Catholic celebration).

Everyone was dressed up in the typical, beautiful, filled with color Flamenco dresses, with big hoop earrings, and big flowers in their hair. The men dressed up in suits and ties for the most part, or horseback gear for the ones that rode on horseback. We started the journey around 2 pm, after a mass took place, and began to walk in the scorching sun.There was a man walking with us playing guitar, and we sang traditional Sevillana songs the whole way. Every fifteen minutes or so, we would stop for a "dance break" and the women would dance the Sevillana. (it's a dance that's broken down into four parts, and it's pretty challenging. In the end I only really succeeded in learning the 1st part, but oh well!)

The first part was about 1 hour 1/2, until we stopped in a very shady area to eat lunch. Which lasted about 3 hours. At that point, I thought we had already arrived. But that was where I celebrated my 17th birthday party with everyone. It was all the little kids from our float with their families, my sisters, and one of my good friends Nerea, and then all of my other friends surprised me by coming over to celebrate! (All the floats and groups of people were spread out at that point for lunch.) Here's a quick video:

Birthday

So there we celebrated, danced and sang (sung?.. I honestly can't remember) a lot of Sevillanas. It was so fun, and a birthday I will definitely never forget.

Dancing Sevillana

My host mom made me this cake...Isn't it adorable?

Our float

Thought these three little boys conversing was cute

Love this little girl's posture in this picture

The float

With Nerea, my friend and Alba, my sister

Ana, Isa, Nerea, and Alba

Olga, Andrea, Isa

This picture explains us

That's me with my Spanish sister ahahaha

And with my youngest sister Fatima

Flamenco dresses

I think this picture is adorable

After all this fun, we actually had 1 hour 1/2 more to walk until we reached our final destination for the night. We arrived at like 8 pm, in a foresty area, and lots of people set up to sleepover for the night. From then on it was just a typical Spanish fiesta :). Lots of eating, drinking, partying, dancing, and singing. We stayed there until late into the night, just being with friends and enjoying ourselves in such a typical tradition here that only comes round once a year. It was definitely a birthday I will never forget.
Besos, Lani.