Time

I'm sitting here thinking about time. Yikes.

I have about 5 weeks left in Spain. Which is just bizarre. On one hand, I'm really excited to get home and see everyone in time for the holidays. I miss family and friends lots. Also, I miss holiday coffees and macaroni and cheese. But, at the same time, I feel like 5 weeks is just not enough time to get all the work done for my classes and keep getting to know my host family and new friends here and see more of Europe...and the list goes on.

I love that after nearly 7 months (total) in Cadiz, a small city, I'm still finding cool new places and learning tons of new things that keep everything exciting...

• I went with a couple friends yesterday to the public library. I've been to the library at the UCA many times, but this one's fun and different. More music and movies and books and cultural stuff.
• On a walk today, I came across an art shop. I went in just to look...and left with information for classes!
• A Spanish friend, Alba, invited me over for lunch with her family this past weekend. Her mother, who works at the UCA, told me that I should drop by her office every once in awhile to say "hi". It's fun to see my support network in Cadiz gradually grow.
  
• I've learned that, here, cats have 7 lives (not 9) and that Tuesday the 13th is an unlucky day, not Friday the 13th.

Those are just a few of the fun happenings as of late. One strange thing, related to time, is that I constantly think about what I was doing in Cadiz this time last year...to the day. It's interesting. This experience is quite different; I'm perfectly fine with this.