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Back at it: 2018.

Here we are, back in Spain in 2018.

I’m due for another blog post.  Well, what can I say?  On the 21st of December I departed out of Barcelona and towards London. This is where I was to make my connecting flight to Chicago.  Though, my flight out of Barcelona was delayed over an hour and I only had an hour and 25-minute layover in London.  Needless to say, I missed my flight out of London.  I did everything I could to make it onto flight.  I was one of those people sprinting through the airports, and I even heard someone say as I sprinted by “I hope I’m never one of those people.” HA.  I ended up missing the connecting flight with two other people who were studying abroad in Barcelona and were heading back home.  One from Brookfield, WI (ironic) and the other from St. Louis.  The airline provided us with a hotel room for the night, dinner, breakfast, and shuttle service to/from the airport.  I was upset that I missed the flight because I was only going to be home for 8 days anyway! So, this did cut my time in Wisconsin.  However, LONDON!?  That’s not the worst city to be stuck in.  Will, Bridget, and I had a (not so quick) dinner and decided we should Uber it into the city and see what the city has to offer.  I had previously met a friend while in Manchester that lives in London, so I messaged him on Facebook to see if he was free.  It worked out perfectly! We met up and he showed us around 3 busy places in the SoHo area of London. It was INCREDIBLE.  We didn’t make it back to our hotel until 4:30am, and my alarm was set for 6:20am.  I woke up the gang and we made it to the airport to make it onto our 10:20 flight.

Landing in Chicago was a pretty strange feeling. Arriving back home when you’ve been so far away is like a dream.  You have to pinch yourself to make sure it’s really happening.

Seeing my family and friends for the week was simply amazing, even if I had to scrape the ice off my windshield a few times. Catching up with my family had me feeling so, so fulfilled.  Seeing the happiness on my brother’s face as he talked about his new job, seeing the growth of my beautiful niece.  As well as hearing my Dad’s witty jokes, wisdom and advice.  And THE FOOD.  I definitely ate 50 too many cookies.

So much to do in so little time.  I tried to see as many friends as I could.  But before I knew it, it was December 29th and I was headed to Edinburgh, Scotland for the New Year.  This was my first time back to Scotland since studying abroad there in the Spring of 2015.

My flight landed at 8:00am (Dec. 30) to Edinburgh and I hadn’t gotten any sleep on the flight.  I was so tired, but didn’t have time to be tired as I was in SCOTLAND.  I eventually made it to Dalkeith, where I lived in 2015.  I got into my bedroom and took a two-hour nap before getting ready and heading into the city.  It turned out that Kristen, who also studied abroad with me, was also in Edinburgh for the New Year.  We reminisced on the city together.  The night of Hogmanay (New Year’s Eve) was so crazy.  Edinburgh is known to get pretty crazy around New Year’s.  And it was. Thousands of people gather inside a blocked off street and party all night.  People were dancing and drinking, having a jolly time.  I must do this again in my lifetime, it was that good. Scotland had me feeling all sorts of feels.  While there, I realized I missed the Scottish atmosphere so much.  So much that I ended up changing my flight out of Edinburgh from January 4 to January 8.  I met so many lovely people on this trip and did so many fun things, including a homemade dinner and good conversation at the place Kristen and I used to live.  As well as a day trip to the Highlands and participating in a pub crawl.

January 8 finally arrived and I had to wake up at 3:15 in the morning to make my 6:30 flight out of Scotland.  I made it back into Spain around 10:30am and had to be at work by 3:30. BACK TO IT WE GO. It does feel good to be back surrounded by all the lovely children.

It was 59 degrees the other day, and it’s been continuing in the mid 50’s all week. I won’t be complaining about these Spanish winters.  My birthday is tomorrow so I will be celebrating tonight with some friends in Barcelona!  I can’t wait to see what 23 has in store 🙂


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