I spent two weeks in Spain.
Even now I say it and I can't believe it. The things I did in those two weeks surpassed my previous dreams of traveling abroad.
I ONLY spent two weeks in Spain, and I am already thirsty for more. Two weeks was just enough for me to say "Yea I traveled everywhere!" and also "I didn't even touch the surface."
This entry could be filled with all of my stories and adventures about how we got lost in the streets of Granada, or how we ate so many different types of tapas (more specifically patatas), but I actually came out of this craving something completely different. Yes, I crave to visit and explore more countries. However, I met some remarkabale people. I was able to meet and actually converse with these people not because I knew so much spanish, but because they knew that much english. English is a world language, and you can find a bunch of people all over the world that speak it. It makes it almost too convenient for us, me specifially.
You see, I SHOULD know Spanish. I SHOULD be able to talk to my grandma everyday and understand what she is saying instead of relying on her to use her broken English. I took five years of Spanish and I can't hold a put-together conversation with anyone.
I met a very nice guy from Chili during my stay in Granada. We talked about our adventures, and he told me how he was traveling for 6 weeks before he needed to go back to school. He wanted this time to explore the world outside his hometown. I was incredibly thankful to hear about his journey, and I had the privilege of doing so because he spoke almost perfect English. I applauded him and felt guilty and ashamed at myself for not being able to do the opposite. He seemed confused when I said names of places in Spain with an accent and yet stumbled over my words when I actually tried my broken Spainsh. Essentially, he was the individual that taught me that if I really wanted to learn Spanish I would have. Simple enough, right? It wasn't at all a jab at my intelligence or lack of motivation; it was simply fact. If I really wanted to learn this beautiful language, I would have kept up with it and learned.
Moral of my trip: the possibilities are endless. Identify what you really want out of anything you are passionate about, and you can make anything happen. We are in control of our own lives. We can make things happen.
The tricky part is simply TO START.