Oh look, it's been 4 months and I'm already going home. I liked a lot, I didn't like a lot and I'm coming back.
Things I'm very very ready for
Specifically Chick-fil-a, apple cider, pumpkin anything, Hi Bombay!, peanut butter, flavor, popcorn, butter, broccoli, Mexican food, milk, and a source of protein other than pig.
+Being able to read a book from the library or a bookstore without having to think really hard whilst reading
+People I know
+Having a telephone that works
+Smoking bans in public places
I'm tired of airing out my smoky clothes from the night before since I a) forgot to bring Febreze b) don't get to do my own laundry and c) only have 2 pairs of pants.
Until Christmas and then I want that ish gone.
+Being able to express anger or excitement or really any emotion and not sounding like an idiot
Things I'm going to miss
+Being able to walk everywhere
Because it's never colder than 50F/10C, the sidewalks are huge, and everything's close. I'm especially going to miss my walk to school.
+People being really comfortable with their bodies
Also my breasts would like a healthy tan next year.
The metro here had countdowns to tell you when the next train is coming, runs all night on Saturdays, costs 7.95€ for 10 trips, and has escalators. This is a far cry from arcade city Philadelphia, where the sham of the subway operates on tokens and frequently forgets to stop at my station.
+The metric system
Yesterday, Noa built our pessebre/nativity which really deserves an entire post to itself for you to be able to fully appreciate the comedy value of it.
+Being able to speak three languages
This is a fun game: harto [spanish for tired] > fart [catalan for tired] > pet [catalan for fart, also a popular rock band] > mascota [spanish for pet]
They have nice arms, they don't wear much makeup, they have shiny hair, they wear sensible clothes, they speak Spanish.
+Living next to a church
1/2 due to the laziness-inducing time-telling bells and 1/2 because it smells really nice and calming when I walk through it on my way home.
+Everyone having their own style
Note the stroller: actual adults dress like this.
+Dogs without leashes
There's really no idea of kids' space and adults' space here. You'd have to search really hard to find someone who says things like, "Why couldn't they just have left the kids at home" and even if you did find them, they would probably not be from Barcelona. Parents bring their kids to bars, babies don't cry [much], and no one freaks the eff out about child molesters.
+Cheap things, flights, food, drinks, and metros
+People standing patiently in line
Coming soon: Me throwing up all over you about how much I loved Morocco. As soon as my roommate from the trip sends me our photos.
*I know it should be "estic terminada" since I'm a girl, but you can't sing that to the tune of "Feliz Navidad."