I honestly felt sick to my stomach with homesickness this weekend. It’s the first time I actually realized how very different my family here is compared to my family in California. I’m pretty lucky that back home I’m the 4th out of 4 children. Not to say all teenagers are the same, but to some degree my parents know what to expect from me and aren’t really surprised by my actions because they’ve seen a lot of the same things from 3 other children. Whereas here, I’m the oldest and my host parents have never had to raise 17 year old. Let me just share my favorite quote of the weekend from my host mom:
“No te quiero estar en las calles despues de la doce porque es cuando los chicos comienzan a fumar MARIJUANA y HASHISH y a beber ALCOHOL".
Oh you funny little Spanish lady.
Everything seems better now...although I don’t feel like anything got resolved. My host mom made amends by giving me her old Mickey Mouse shirt from Disneyland. She sure knows my weaknesses, I’ll give her that. I think I might buy her flowers tomorrow.
I miss my friends. Especially these two ladies.

