Moved to Spain (again)

    The last time I was on Spanish soil was on June 12th. Although I knew I was going to go back again, I felt like I was leaving behind a part of me. It sounds like one of those things that kids that go semester abroad would say- but hey you live six months in a city of population -60,000, and you tell me you don’t get attached. But when I left I was broke and in a desperation to simply get back (even made a whole tik tok series about it). After putting away my ego, I went to work at the one place I said I would never show my face again, that's how desperate I was. 

    Alas my feet touched Spanish soil once again, this time for a much longer period of time. Though it is nothing like it was before. For one Granada is a city made up of clubs, bars, tattoo shops and students, lots and lots of students. While my humble Zamora was so small that you could probably walk from the edge of the city to the other end in 30 minutes. Now everytime I wake up, I get an email from the Granada daily concert email listing that there are about five new events that I could attend that day. I feel like I am being swallowed whole by the city sometimes.Whether it be the inability to leave a grocery store without bumping(literally) bumping into someone or going to a park and not being able to find a seat.Which is rather funny, because when I was younger, all I ever wanted to do was live in NYC. Now, Granada, a city that is perhaps half of Manhattan, feels just too large for comfort. I hope it’s just time, time that will make me remember why I worked so hard to be here once again. I am not saying I regret coming back, but it simply isn’t the same. It feels like that first semester in college when you miss your old classes and the classmates you probably never even talked to, yet you miss the comfort of knowing what to expect.   
    There are a few things that I enjoy about Granada. The Cathedral de Granada for one, is the most beautiful thing to see at sunset. I could get a croissant and cafe con leche for €1,20, something unheard of in the states. The mountains remind me of Ecuador, and they are beautiful when you are up at a mirador contemplating your entire existence. There are various thrift shops throughout the city that keep me busy, but my wallets simply cannot sustain this habit. The one of the worlds best icecream is in this very city, Lo Italianos, for only €2. And my absolute favorite is the Albaicin neighborhood, with its live music that makes me feel like I am a star in a movie- also my favorite place to also contemplate my life decisions.  
    I think this is all to say, that within these last few weeks of being back, I have learned a few things about myself. One, maybe I am no longer a city girl? Two, I am not as social as I once was. Three, I enjoy my alone time a little too much. Four, I really need to brush up on my Spanish. Five (which involves four), I really hate anchovies.