For any of you who don’t know how it came about… here’s a little bit of our how-we-came-to-be-in-Spain-story. My dad served a mission for the LDS church in Spain and my mom studied abroad in Spain and then back-packed through Spain with my grandpa. That said, they’ve both had a love for Spain and through their married life had dreamt of being able to live here. Back in April, my family realized that we were at a point in our family life where we could move to Spain! So, for a few months we thought about it and threw the idea around. It wasn’t till summer that we decided that we were going to go for sure. The final decision to come was mainly left up to me and where I wanted to spend my senior year. If I stayed in California, I’d be with my great group of friends and I could stay involved in my extracurriculars; however, I would miss out on a chance to travel. If I moved to Spain, my friends would be having a blast in California while I travel but I’d be able to make a few new Spanish friends, spend time with my family, immerse myself in Spain’s culture, travel frequently, and see things and do things that I’d probably never have another opportunity to do. It was a hard choice but (since it’s Thanksgiving) I’m grateful that I chose to come to Spain. I’m closer to my family, and I love this country. I love those embarrassing moments when I make a fool of myself because I don’t know what the heck people are saying to me. I love pretending I know more Spanish then I do. I love trying to make new friends even though we both speak different languages. I love how different Spain is from America. I love the Spanish culture and I love the countryside. Although there are times when I deathly miss my friends, like after Skyping them for hours or walking into a store that’s playing music I used to freak out to with them, I know I’ll see them again shortly. This is a new chapter in my life and I’m sure I won’t regret it. It may just be one of my favorites!! My choice made me think of this poem by Robert Frost (I feel like it was written about me!!).
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!!
Provecho!! Tessa Lynn