Last night, while I was sleeping in a comfy hostel bed in Granada, I dreamed that the semester was over and I was going home. It seemed like it had gone so fast and, while I wasn't sad to return to Chicago, I felt that I hadn't gotten to do everything I set out to do this semester, or that I just didn't have enough time. I was happy when I woke up to find myself still in Spain and with over a month and a half left.
It's still not a lot of time... didn't I just get here?
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