We're home! A bit later than we were expecting due to some delays with our flights, but home none the less. Last night I ate supper with my family and fell asleep in my very own bed; it had been 25 hours since my last night's sleep which had only consisted of three hours. This morning I woke up bright and early thanks to the six hour time difference that my body is running on. I ate pancakes for breakfast, a welcome change from the cereal that I have been eating every single morning for six weeks. It is so good to be home!
But I miss Spain. I've been comparing times all day long. "If I were in Spain, this is what I would be doing right now..." Or, "no wonder I'm so tired, it's midnight!" I unpacked my suitcase and listened to the FIFA 2010 theme song. I showed Stephanie and Allison pictures and videos. I told stories and laughed to myself at funny memories. Things that remind me of Spain. It's already Sabbath in Spain. Sabbaths were my favorite days there. I'm thinking of church tomorrow. The songs they'll sing. Who might preach. How those plastic chairs will be arranged in circles outside for Sabbath School. And how the moon will look from my balcony window after the sun slips below the horizon. It's so good to be home, but a piece of me is still in Spain.
It's like this wherever I go. Each country I visit, I leave a piece of my heart. England, Fiji, Honduras, Spain, a little piece of me is still connected to each of these places. Because you go to a place and you spend time. You make friends. You experience new things and you make memories. And all these things stay with you forever. They change who you are and how you view the world. They open your heart and give you new understandings. I am so thankful for the opportunity to spend this summer in Spain. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. The things that I've learned have added a richness to my life that nothing else could have. I praise God for blessing me with this opportunity and for using it to bring me ever closer to Him. I'm so glad to be home!
Jen I know what you mean! A little piece of me is still there no matter how happy I am to be home. That was a fantastic experience and I am so glad we could share it together! Part of me still can't believe that I won't be waking up to walk to the caf or laughing with our friends or heading off to the beach ever again! But it will always be a wonderful part of our hearts.
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