Sleeping in is so lovely. All weekend I’ve been sleeping late and waking up at odd hours, so getting that extra couple hours today was just what I needed. Though I had class, I skipped it in order to continue showing my aunt around. Today was a bit more complicated though. After not waking up early all weekend, my aunt picked today to wake up early and go out before I met up with her. With a dead cell phone and not taking the time to check my email, I was at her hotel only to find out she wasn’t there. Luckily for me the maid opened the door to the room, and I was able to charge my phone. While my aunt didn’t return, on my way out I coincidentally ran into my uncle and was then reunited with the family! My uncle said that everything happens for a reason, and he was right. After the complicated few hours, we all took the metro to the most beautiful Park Guell. Antonio Gaudi definitely knew something about creating gorgeous architecture. With the beautiful tiles and fantastic panoramic views, Park Guell never ceases to amaze me. I had so much fun sharing this sight with my aunt and uncle and loved getting to capture every moment for them. It’s so difficult for me to choose my favorite Barcelona spot, because between Park Guell and La Sagrada Familia they both take my breath away. After a long, long walk up and down Park Guell it was time for dinner. We ended up at the same restaurant we had eaten 3 times at in this past weekend. But what can I say, the buffet is a fair price and the ice cream is perfectly chocolately. Once dinner was over it was time to part ways. It hit me so hard to say goodbye that I fought back tears. From the moment I hugged my uncle and he told me to stay safe until we see each other in December, my eyes started to water up. I didn’t think it would be this hard to say goodbye. I think it’s because I’ve been wanting familiar, and now I had to say goodbye to it. As I walked away I didn’t look back because only seeing them go made me cry some more. During that walk to the metro I prayed something I never would have thought I would have. I said to God please give me the strength to last a month and a half. I love Barcelona and it does feel like home, but at the same time I miss home. This is the one of toughest battles I’ve ever faced. To love two things so very deeply, but have them on opposite sides of the world. But I have six weeks left and I can’t wallow in despair. I have to keep moving forward and before I know it, it will be time to go home. So until then, God please give me the strength to last a month and a half. Adios!
