Tomorrow (mañana) I will leave the land of KU basketball and wheat for a country that celebrates soccer and takes long, midday naps. That’s right, I’m going to Spain. Ronda, Spain to be more precise. It’s a small city in Andalucia that is home to about 40,000 people and I’m going to live there for four months. I don’t actually know that much about it other than the fact that it has a giant “chasm” running through it--which, let’s face it, is all a girl could really ask for. I’m set up to live with a woman named Carmen. Like Ronda, I don’t know much about Carmen. But in a terrifying turn of events, she has seen my photo and knows all about my likes and dislikes. More on whether or not she decides to pick me up later.
The one thing I do know about Carmen is that she has five grown kids which screams two things: she’s well-versed in child-rearing and Catholic. Overall, I’m thinking this should bode well for me in that my mother was raised Catholic and my father is one of five kids. But Carmen aside, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about leaving Kansas. I’ve been planning my study abroad experience since I was in high school and I’m much more comfortable with the idea of Spain than with the reality. But I know that I’d kick myself if I didn’t go. So, I’m taking the plunge and leaving behind great friends, a great family and the city I’ve lived in for 21 years to start a fabulous adventure. I’ll do my best to update this here blog but you all must return the favor and update me with the score of the KU basketball game! Te hablo luego!
