Summer of 2006, just after my 17th birthday, I was itching to travel somewhere far from home. A family vacation to Disneyland just wasn’t going to cut it. I wanted to go really far. And I wanted to go alone.
My mom being as supportive as always agreed to let me spend the summer in Southern Spain with a host family on a sort of study abroad program.
I packed my bags and spent a little over a month in sunny Cadiz stumbling my way through conversations, drinking tinto de verano, getting the worst sunburn of my life and falling in love. It is to my great embarrassment that I’ll now share a few of my diary entries from that precious time in my life.
DISCLAIMER: I was a sheltered child/ good girl and my thoughts on love and relationships are VERY immature for a 17 year old. Teehee! So boy crazy! Oh and I also suffered greatly with homonyms. Me is stupid!
They say there are 4 phases of culture shock. Honeymoon. Negotiation. Adjustment. Mastery.
Well here’s to the honeymoon!
My honeymoon phase spilled onto the pages of my diary. I was ecstatic to be in Spain. I loved speaking Spanish. I thought my host family was amazing. I got into 18+ bars. I was making friends with Spanish kids my age. La vida era buena.
At some point the honeymoon phase had to end and I got a taste of what it was like to experience the lows of living in a foreign country.
I learned the hard way that not everyone is going to be your friend and you’re not going to get along with every single person you meet abroad, not even if they’re American too.
The bad times passed and I began to do things to adjust (like ignore that bastard Jon haha!) Just like that I was having too much fun again!
And surprise surprise, I fell for a Spanish guy.
We both didn’t speak the other’s language and we probably had nothing really in common, but someway, somehow our hearts aligned that summer. I even spotted him on the back of a moto! If that’s not love I don’t know what is! 😛
Sadly, my summer study abroad came to an end and I had to return home just as the protagonist did from “Mi amor del verano“. Promises to return and tears were shed on my last night in España.
“Mi amor esperará…hasta el próximo verano.” – Mi amor del verano