In my 71 days in Spain I have been to: Madrid, Toledo, Sevilla, Nerja, Salobreña, Málaga, Lanjaron, Algeciras, Mekness (Morrocco), Fez (Morrocco), Lagos (Portugal) and Paris, France. For all of those trips, home base has been Granada. To think that this time tomorrow (more or less) I will be on a bus to Madrid, to get on a plane to the US is insane. The only way to describe what I am feeling is to say that I am ready to go home, but at the same time wish I could stay. This week has been the epitome of this tug of war in my brain. Some days all I want to do is stay, other times I wish my flight was a day earlier. It’s such a strange feeling to be leaving, that’s really the
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