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La Nala
Back in Barcelona, Betty was eagerly awaiting my arrival. She really missed me, she said, and I missed her too. So I went to Llavaneras with her that day to spend some final time together. She made arroz negro (rice with octopus ink) for lunch and taught me how to make gazpacho, accompanied by her famous sangría. She got a little emotional as we ate lunch and talked and it just broke my heart. She is the most incredible person I've met and I know that she is sincerely going to miss me. I told her I'd miss her just as much, but she shook her head and said it's different because I have a loving family and wonderful friends waiting for me at home. She doesn't have much joy at this point in her life aside from Aisa (sometimes) and me.
Sangría, arroz negro, gambas y gazpacho
Nothing like that to make you count your blessings. But she promised to visit the US someday when her life becomes a little less chaotic, and I am holding her to that offer. She has made the past six months of my life nothing short of incredible, so it's the least I can do to offer her some kind of repayment.

So I left Llavaneras to spend my last few nights experiencing the true Barcelona nightlife with my friends in some of our favorite clubs. It was a very appropriate way to go out, except for the absurd behavior of Tony, our 30-something Pakistani bartender friend who is actually going crazy dealing with my departure. Tony, the king of Spanglish, said to me, "If you go, you will break my corazón. And I will not trabajar ever again. I will just dormir because I can't live without my princesa.
Me and Nala
" This whole time we thought his silly crush on me was just a joke, but it turns out his attempts to get me to stay were actually serious, as was portrayed by his actual crying. So that's rather unfortunate, but what do you do in that sort of situation? You go home, that's what. Why is my life so awkward?

My last night in Barcelona was el Día de Sant Joan, in which everyone stays up all night and parties on the beach sets off fireworks. Except it's not quite like Independence Day in the US because people set off their own, individual fireworks and it's fun, but just one big dangerous mess, what with screaming children and explosives everywhere. Go figure. So despite the danger, my friends and I stayed on the beach until I left around 4 am to go get my bags, say goodbye to Betty (she told me to wake her to say goodbye) and head over to the airport for my 7 am flight. (Needless to say, I slept for about 14 hours straight when I arrived home.)

So with that, I was ready to go home.

Aside from the fact that I will miss Betty and my friends and some aspects of Spanish culture immensely, I was ready to be home. I've learned this past semester that travelling the world is extremely important to me, but after all is said and done, there's no place like home.
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La Nala
La Nala
Sangría, arroz negro, gambas y ga…
Sangría, arroz negro, gambas y g…
Me and Nala
Me and Nala
Betty y Eisa, mis amores
Betty y Eisa, mis amores
Andrés y yo
Andrés y yo
Barcelona
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