Last Days in the GalapagosGalapagos Islands, Spring 2012
The time has come at last. I can’t believe I’m finally here, suitcase sprawled open on my floor with clothes and souvenirs hanging out the sides. I can’t believe that shortly I will be leaving the Galapagos Islands. My trip has been more than I could ever have asked for. I remember about four months ago to the day sitting on my floor packing the same suitcase reading over and over my packing list for an entire semester abroad. I had been afraid I wouldn’t make friends, that I would be sick all the time, that my Spanish was too poor, that I would be robbed, and that I would become homesick and depressed. Well here I am now with some of the best friends I could ask for, speaking Spanish better than I could ever ask for, and trying to keep from crying. I was never robbed and only occasionally homesick. As for being sick all the time, that has been the only fear to come true. One out of six ain’t bad. What am I going to miss about the Galapagos? I’m going to miss hearing Spanish wherever I go. I’ll miss the calls and coughs of lazy sea lions flopped over benches. Being on the beach every day, showing up to class in a swimsuit, the tight bonds the program has formed among each other, petting street dogs, eating fresh bread on my way school, I’ll miss all these things. In a weird way I’ll even miss how the only type of beer on the entire island is the skunk cabbage tasting Pilsner. I am happy to go home and see my friends and family. I'll get to show off the best tan I've ever had, share my memories. The Galapagos experience will always stay in my heart.
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