Final Thoughts

Hemingway through his character Robert Jordan muses on how complex the Spaniard is. One day he is ready to run like a coward and the next to fight to his death. The country itself is the same way. One day the country is divided along those that have money and those that don't, different dialects of the same language, and geographical regions and the next they are one country (Unified by winning the Eurocup. Weird, huh?) And the next, back to their old squabbles. I don't think that I could fully describe the country in one post and do it justice but I'll try to do my best.
Overall, I enjoyed my trip. After a few days of adjustment I really began to enjoy myself. The Spaniards are some of the friendliest people you will ever as are the Dutch and Italians. I felt like I had a little more not just about Europe but myself as well. What I learned about myself, well, you'll either have to beat it out of me or get me drunk enough to spout it out (along with my dinner.) People say you should always travel with someone because it's more enjoyable and that you'll have someone to share memories. I'll concede that, yes, you would have a fun time with other people but if you're like me, an introspective bookworm, traveling alone tends to clear things up for you about who you are (helps if you know the language.) especially when traveling in a somewhat unfamiliar country.
Anyway, as much as I hate quick and hastened endings, I'm afraid that all of you will have to be subjected to one. Like always, there were something things that I wished I had done and been more assertive but I guess there's no point in dwelling on the past unless it's to make sure that you turned off the faucet before you left the house for your trip.

Until the next trip,
Ingles