No sé cómo voy a sobrevivir cuando regrese a los Estados Unidos. Toledo ha robado el corazón y no sé si que podrá recuperarlo.
I know it’s been awhile since my last post and for that I do apologize. However, I’ve been trying to distance myself from the use of social media so that I can soak up every site this wondrous city has to offer before I come back to the states. If I’m being honest here, I’ve absolutely loved the disconnect from the internet and social sites. It’s allowed me to go out and explore. It’s enabled me to go out, create memories and truly be one with Spain. People here complain about not having access to Wifi all of the time, but honestly I don’t understand it. I’ve had some of the greatest experiences of my life here and I haven’t felt the need to tweet about any of them. If we are so involved in posting about our adventures, we never fully experience the whole adventures. If we’re too busy thinking of a witty caption or a way to encapsulate the memory in under 140 characters we miss out on most of the beauty these adventures hold. Therefore, I’ve made a vow to be less involved in Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram (basically any form of social media) and be more involved in life. As Jackie Kennedy once said, “I want to live my life, not record it.”
Inspired by those words, that is exactly what I have been doing. I used to be the girl whipping out her phone at every opportunity to photograph even the smallest of things, like the bull in front of the store, or the countless legs of ham hanging from the ceiling of every meat store, but what’s the point? No amount of photos will be able to replace the memories I am creating here, nor will they be able to convey the beauty and knowledge this city holds. No amount of photos will explain my love of this city and how much I have grown in these short five weeks.
In the past 12 days since my last post, I’ve been exploring and studying. I run daily if I can, each day taking a new route to discover more of the hidden treasures of this maze I’m able to call my second home. Honestly, these cobblestone hills give one of the best equipment free workouts I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing (and if I don’t have a killer butt and legs when I return, I will be upset). Besides that, I’ve spent a majority of my time buckling down in school, writing numerous essays and beginning reviews for my upcoming exams. I haven’t received a bad grade yet and for that I am truly grateful and happy. What’s different about school here, especially in this nonprofit organization I am studying at, is the teachers. They have such a passion for the material they are teaching and it is because of that that I have a passion to learn. It’s so different from the U, where teachers are numb to the material they teach. Here, it’s totally different. There’s a light in every professor’s eyes, there’s a smile as they get to points that really interest them, and there’s a tone in their voice that lets me know they care about us as people. They don’t solely see us as another number, another mindless child who’s here just because they have to be. They care about us as people and they work to make sure that we understand every little detail. They don’t mind having meaningless conversations, or staying after time to clarify points. This trip has reminded me why I love learning so much and I’m so thankful for that.
Anyways, speaking of school…I’ve got two papers that need to be written and some material that needs to be reviewed. I’ve also got to make sure to live up my last eight days here so that I have no ragrets, nope, not even a single letter (:
PS – enjoy some photos from the past couple of days