The end is near, and I'm not okay with it

Woke up at around 10 on Sunday pumped for a reeeeally packed day of studying. Last exam the next day. Okay, I could do this. I went to Starbucks and typed up the rest of my Lope notes. I swear I live at Starbucks nowadays. I would say that after leaving here I never want to see a Starbucks again, but I live in Highland Park so that's kind of a problem. Oh well. Then I went home for what was an unbelievably amazing lunch: well, first we got leftover chicken which was not good, but the next part made up for it: bacalao dorado! She made it again! And this time it was probably the best that she's ever made it. Oh man, freaking delicious. With it we had that homemade oil/vinegar cole slaw again of which I am also a fan. For dessert we had watermelon. Damn good lunch. After lunch I wasn't ready to go study so I went into my blog archives and read my first posts ever. My posts started two days before I got here. Crazy how my mind worked...how I didn't know what to expect...I don't know. It was just so weird to know that when I wrote that stuff I had no idea what all of this would be like. I read the blogs out loud to Stacey and we got a kick out of it; like, all of the stuff that was so new...my reactions to Spanish culture...the fact that I spelled Stacey's name wrong for about 4 posts. Crazy. It's just weird. Hence began my day of sentimentality and getting sad about leaving. Now that exams are basically winding down I'm not ready to go. I could have done a whole other semester here, fo sho. Damn, I'm going to miss this place. After reminiscing a bit I packed up and went to Starbucks again. Melissa was there and we chatted awhile, of course. It's a bad idea to try to get us to be studious when we're together. I soon buckled down, typed up the remainder of my notes, and then made a bunch of flashcards for Lope. In so doing I really absorbed a lot of info and started to feel really confident about the exam. After finishing my flashcards I read the intro to "El remedio sin desdicha". It's listed as one of our obligatory readings, but Mercedes de los Reyes never brought it up in class, and Jordi told us that she almost never tests on it. So I figured that I'd just read the intro to get a basic idea of what would go on in it, just in case. I then went home for an awkward dinner: we started with bread with tomato on it (it's like the Spanish bruschetta). Maruja said that it was a dish that they eat up north in Catalan, it was quite tastey. Then Maruja's one of Maruja's sons, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter came over with a pear of flip-flops they picked up for Maruja. Somehow the simple delivery turned into this long, passionate, loud drawn out conversation about them and if they were the right ones, brand, color, ya know. It was funny because it was just between Maruja and her daughter-in-law, while Stacey and I just sat there awkwardly, and Maruja's son and granddaughter stood there quietly and awkwardly just waiting and waiting wondering why this conversation was still happening. Stacey, Maruja's granddaughter, and I kept exchanging looks and trying not to laugh. I can't really explain it all too well, it was just funny. For dessert we had watermelon, and the family left. After dinner I went back to the room where Stacey continued her reading spree (she had waited until the last minute to read everything so she was preparing to pull an all-nighter). I sat down and continued reading the intro to "El remedio en la desdicha". Then Stacey I struck up an hour long conversation about study abroad, our experience, how we've grown, how we've changed, everything that has happened, the good times, the funny times, the ridiculous times, even the few bad times...everything. We literally covered all the bases. I just became really present to the fact that that was going to be one of my last nights in Maruja's apartment...one of my last official days of study abroad. I mean, I had Sunday night, Monday, Tuesday, then I move out. WTF. I can't believe it. I wanted to cry. I'm going to be a mess come the end of the week. Anyways, I soon forced myself to do work, as did Stacey, despite the slight study detour. I then stayed up until 5am reading the intro to "El remedio...", going over my flashcards (I got those down), discussing notes like crazy with Stacey (which drove us both insane and caused my brain to go nuts...Lope is loopy...ha), looked up some synopses on two other obscure works that we probably wouldn't have to know, but I figured better safe than sorry, then slept at 5. Stacey was still up...her all-nighter would continue. Oh man, one more exam then I'm done. Done studying abroad, done at the University of Sevilla, done with junior year. Done done done. I don't know about this whole time flying thing...no me gusta.