These last few weeks have been a blur. Each day held something new. I’ll start with last weekend. Sunday we went on what was supposed to be a seven mile hike. However, it ended up being closer to ten. Not that I minded, I haven’t seen one thing in Spain that wasn’t beautiful. Our Spanish guides pointed out many things to us. There were berries which are apparently alcoholic as well as many pig farms. Our guides explained to us how the Italian Mafia will often use pigs to dispose of bodies, lovely!
Last week’s classes were very enlightening. I’ve always had an interest in international business and investment. They’re interesting topics on their own, but there’s lots of money in them. That’s partially why I’m a business major! For those interested in the world of business, studying abroad would be of enormous benefit. I could write a novel about the benefits of studying abroad and I’ve only been abroad for one month! Anyway, I’ve enjoyed my classes tremendously so far, and I’m learning Spanish at a surprisingly quick pace. I underestimated how fun it is to learn another language. It may difficult, but you gain the ability to communicate with an entirely new culture. It’s an eye opening experience especially for someone from a sheltered upbringing such as myself.
I think I remember a moment during our trip where I literally thought to myself “Studying abroad may have been the best decision I’ve ever made.” It was during a cruise off the coast of Lagos. I had just dived off the side of the boat in the emerald ocean water. I looked around. On my right was a tranquil grotto nestled in some caves, and on my left was the ship with my CIEE friends… The next day we traveled to a place called “The End of The World.” The location was named so because it’s located on a cliff on the Western coast of Portugal. Looking out over the ocean, people once thought that this was it. If you went too far you would simply fall off the side of the world and hurdle through nothingness forever.
The next day was spent relaxing at a beach in Lagos. Before the bus ride back we went into town and enjoyed the finest food Portugal had to offer. Normally at the end of such an amazing weekend I would be depressed that it was over. However, this weekend I did not feel this way. I was returning back to Sevilla, which I have quickly learned to call home.