Memories

It's been over a year since I was in Spain and lately the memories keep flooding my mind. About this time last year I had come back from Spring Break in London and Paris with my parents and sister and was beginning the end of the school year. After seeing my parents and having them visit the town I had been living in, I remember being so excited to go home. For the last couple weeks of the semester it was almost all I could think about. But when the time came to leave and we were packing the bus to go home, I can distinctly remember the feeling that exploded in my heart. My family, my town, everything that had been my everyday life was going to be over. I wanted to go home, but I didn't want to leave Denia. It was the strangest conflicting of feelings; I've never been so torn. I miss Denia. I miss being able to walk at night. I did that so frequently. I would just walk around the town, to the sea, and sit by the harbor at night. I remember feeling completely at peace. I have that so rarely lately. I think it's the nature I need to feel like that... back to the point. I'm glad that I use my Spanish, I speak everyday with a few girls in my class. It's really helped them to come out of their shells and has helped me to practice.

Anyways... I will be starting a new blog for my teaching and will post a link... here it is: msdevos.blogspot.com