There is something about living outside your own country that makes you realize that life is amazing. The actual act of throwing yourself into something that is completly different than what you were raised with is something that scares some and entices others. I've been one lucky bastard so far in my life, I'll be the first one to say it too, but these three past months have been the difining moments in my life so far. I left high school, moved to a foreign country without knowing anybody, went to school that was taught in a different language, moved into my own apartment, fended for myself, met some amazing people ( Lo sabes Alicia!), all this before I even turned 18.

Right now I can't beleive that its over. I can't beleive that something this amazing could end. The new life I'm leaving behind, the people that i've met, my spanish lifestyle, everything, is all too much to just pack up and leave from. I've found a place where I feel more comfortable than my home, maybe that is unpatriotic to some, but I don't think I've ever felt this passionatley about a place before than I have here. I've been to Spain before, and I knew I loved it before this trip; however, I didn't think I would actualy "fall in love" with it. The city of Granada has really changed me. I will take it with me for ever, untill I return there with an amazing "gypsy hot" wife of mine. Everything is enough to make me get all sentimental and mushy about it. Besides the avid party life I lived there, the city itself offered me so much to