At the end of May, I said my "gero arte" to classmates, teachers, and host family. It was rough, being there for 9 months. Alright, in all honestly it wasn't so difficult because in my mind I was once again going home for a 1-month holiday, soon to return to Donostia. But in reality the return date is unknown, although believe me when I say I will be back. Going back is one thing that drives me.
Anyways, after departing the Basque Country, I spent some time with my parents in Barcelona, and we met up with my friend Gerard. He was a great tourguide for us, and it really helped make the process of leaving less sudden and lonesome. I even spent time with his family and girlfriend after my parents left for the USA.
When I got back home, I experienced some of that charming Reverse Culture Shock. I had become so used to my life in Basque Country/ Spain that American things were strange to me. They still kinda are, but I'm mostly readjusted.
- When my change was $1 and so many cents, I was surprised to receive paper money
- Way more water in American toilet bowls
- A noticeably more overweight population in America
- Streets and pedestrians
As for the language, I fear I'm losing it instead of using it. No longer being immersed in Spanish makes me lazy to practice. I don't have to bother translating everyday activities. However sometimes in conversation I do have the urge to blurt out a response or comment in Spanish, which in my mind makes up for the slow decline of my vocabulary and conversation speed. Ah well. It's only natural...hopefully when I get back there I will pick up where I left off. :)
