I leave for Spain in less than two weeks. I'm still waiting for it to sink in. I'm excited, of course. I'm thrilled that I get to live in a gorgeous country for five months, take classes completely in Spanish, live with a family that speaks exclusively Spanish, and have the opportunity to travel (for insanely affordable prices) to equally incredible places during my weekends and holiday breaks. It just still doesn't seem real. I keep having to remind myself that this is not a vacation. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that I'll be spending a whole semester in a completely different country, immersed in a completely different culture. Of course, I'm a little nervous. My host parents don't speak any English, so I'm kind of scared that I won't be able to communicate well enough and somehow manage to piss them off. I don't want to do anything wrong. These people are nice enough to give me, a complete stranger, food and shelter for five months and I'd hate to upset or offend them in any way. I'm also scared of getting lost. I know it seems like a random, trivial fear, but I often to get lost in my own little college town. How I will I manage to navigate completely foreign countries?
I know once I arrive and get past the culture shock everything will be fine. I just need to panic a few times before I get there. Nothing new for my gallery at the moment, but maybe some inspiration will hit once I travel a bit.
Hasta luego.






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JOE
I like your poems i hope you put more stuff up! Thanks for watching me you one of the first to do so!
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JOE
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"A good man should not make ungraceful sounds."
"ravoness teeeath that, glow in the daaaark"
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"A good man should not make ungraceful sounds."
"ravoness teeeath that, glow in the daaaark"
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JOE
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"A good man should not make ungraceful sounds."
"ravoness teeeath that, glow in the daaaark"
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