For days now friends have been looking ahead to the end of our studies for the year and expressing a creeping sense of sadness. I felt none of it. I miss my children and was glad that I would soon see them.
... but today, today was different. There was a little weight around my heart and I began to look at things as though I wouldn't see them again - soon. The view from the classroom window, the timber of the professors' voices...the music in the voice of our profesora de Historia... the kindness of our leader... the seeming malleability and absolute rigidness of the Spanish language in Marta's class (the feeling that she held the key to my mastery of this language)…the tiny chairs in the caballeriza, cafés con leche & bon bons, cleaning service, the walking, I will miss the walking. I will miss most, what I have come to know of the Spanish people- BEST SENSE OF HUMOR IN MY KNOWN WORLD!!!
I'm not easy but I'm afraid I've fallen in love with Spain. I was determined that it wouldn't happen to me. I love this place. I want my children to see it. When life gets difficult at home I will close my eyes and imagine that I'm ordering a café con leche y que "no pasa nada" or replay one of the literature lectures that I've retired to my memory - it almost happened yesterday.
...and as if there is not a year between now and then, I begin to make plans for next time, another job, extra duties at work... I am most grateful to have been able to spend this time here with these people. When I raise my wine glass it will have in it Spanish wine and it will be 'to Salamanca'.