Old neighborhoods (22 days to go)

Today I drove by the building where the spanish classes I had were, when I first got here. My spanish teacher has turned into one of my best friends, Roser. I adore her! And in those days we were still just a student and a teacher. Driving through the neighborhood today, seeing the places I used to see so often, reminded me of the feelings I experienced in those early days. I loved walking in the rain to her house all bundled up in the jacket Verity bought for me right before I left (I used to live in that jacket!), drinking tea with Roser and her roommate while Roser & I gossiped about school (she's a student at the fundación too), and then meeting up with Josua afterwards at the burger king, when he was still courting me. We'd eat burgers together and then he'd walk me home. Sevilla was so new then. It felt good reliving some of it today.