I miss walking to the grocery store and buying Milka bars. I miss shopping at Zara--everything was cheaper and fun. I miss the taste of oranges. I miss having new sheets every Wednesday. I miss the train ride into Madrid. I miss taking an afternoon walk and buying a treat. I miss speaking broken Spanish and feeling ridiculously proud of myself. I miss only having a few options of clothes to wear. I miss having a gym that was close and usually empty. I miss using cash often. I miss the Mcdonald's McFlurries. I miss the nuts you get from the cloistered nuns. I miss going to the Prado. I miss walking to Puerta de Sol. I miss going to the bakery and shoving my way to the front to get a Napolitina Crema. I miss getting chocolate and churros. I miss only having a couple of hours of class every day. I miss eating with all of the people at my study abroad. I miss the yogurt there. It wasn't even that good, but I miss it just the same. I miss walking two miles to church, in my clogs. I miss taking weekend trips. I miss being distanced from the real world, at least for a little while.
I forget Spain happened until someone mentions it, and then my heart melts a little bit. What a place and what a season of life.
xo. Elise
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