Last night was a wonderful evening consisting of two sweet girlfriends and some Mosto under the fading night sky here in Zamora. Gosh, Im really gonna miss this place. As much as Im looking forward to a summer at home and my big (can I get bigger than Spain?) move to Nashville, I am truly going to miss this place. While I have complained and whined here and there, Ive been very happy with my little piece of life in Spain. I think it is easy to substitute reality with the unrealistic -- but really who is to say anything is 'unrealistic'? We often laugh that our life here is great and we dread going back to reality. If I died today, would the last year of my -unrealistic- life be void? No, it would definitely exist, and I hope every knows it has been a tremendous :)
'Truth be told' -- in my opinion is no longer a welcomed phrase. Truth be told, I am sick of all opinions.
If I have one more person in Spain give me their unwelcome, unsolicited, completely uncalled-for and ignorant opinion, I swear I will pack my lovely luggage up tight and fly my been-going-to-the-gym-all month tight ars home.
In the last weeks I have been called fat, I was told (twice) my face is orange, my shoes are ugly, I look better when I'm wearing sunglasses, my legs are "Blandita", my Spanish is getting worse, my Spanish isn't good at all, and my Kate Spade bag is too big and too pink.
I share a characteristic with an order of fried eggs (blandita =soft, squishy) and had a stare down with 2 people yesterday for showing my legs. Basically I'm a fatty oompa loompa with expensive, yet tacky, style and no talent for languages.
Almost finished, almost finished, almost finished .....