For my last weekend in Spain, my Spanish friend Claudia invited me to her pueblo in Eljas. My first thought was “YES! I have achieved total integration! I have succeeded in befriending the locals!” Then my excitement quickly turned to nerves as I contemplated a weekend away where I would have to speak only Spanish. But that’s what I came to Spain for right? I ought to know enough by now! And as final exams were fast approaching, I decided to treat this opportunity as the last, real world test of how much Spanish I’d learned abroad. Chupao. (Piece of cake). We left Salamanca on Friday afternoon and headed towards a tiny village in rural Extremadura, a region close to Portugal. It was only a two hour drive by car, and Claudia and I talked about
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