Well, we've reached the end. Somehow, amidst all the smelly cheese, strange men, cultural barriers, and embarrassing moments, three and a half months came and went. Thanks for joining me on this once-in-a-lifetime journey.
This is it though. I'm home.
For me this means that there are no more security checkpoints, no more French boys to avoid, no more weird showers, no more public transportation, no more sleeping in hostels, no more "regular" beaches, definitely no more nude beaches, and no more embarrassing moments...every time I open my mouth.
For you this means that you'll just have to ask me if you want to hear the dozens of other embarrassing stories I have. I hope to talk to you soon!
Now that I'm back, I'm reminded of the most important thing I learned this semester: I'm not stupid. I'm American. And it is GOOD to be home.
Au revoir!
